A/N: This one popped up on it's own while I was reading a little book called Compedium Monstrom. It's the poem that started it off, actually. Blame it!

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*

WARNING: Yaoi is an important part of these. Please desist in flaming.

-Ryder

P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.

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Even a man who is pure of heart
And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when
the wolfsbane blooms
And the moon is full and bright

-Romany Poem

Fingertips glided over the glass that held the vellum page and bound book. Solemn green eyes scanned the verse, coral lips opening to mouth the mythical poem's words.

"Sir? Could you not touch the... glass?" The green eyes looked up and narrowed before returning to the page.

"I could." the quiet tenor held a note of danger, a feral feel that most voices didn't have. "Your signs don't say I can't."

"Well, sir, we're closing in another ten minutes..."

"I know." now the growl became evident, low and deep. "I'll leave then." The man's footsteps faded before returning with a second set.

"You little fool!" hissed the other employee, dragging the meek man away to a desk. "That's the owner!"

"What?"

"He's a bloody billionaire. Mr. Potter can do whatever the hell he likes." Green eyes creased at the corner as the identified Mr. Potter smirked.

"Thanks Ethan. Fire him, will you?" the man faints dead away; Harry chuckles softly.

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Paws drum the moist forest floor, hooves thundering as a lather-covered caribou flees the silent shadow that thrills in the hunt. Flashes of deadly white fangs and delicate pink tongue peek out from the parted muzzle of an ebony wolf nearly three times the normal size. Sharp claws dig furrows into the rich brown earth, flinging leaves skyward with each lunge forward.

A high keening cry echoes in the sudden silence, then a deep-throated howl floats up, mournful and eerie as it's joined by others. The moon shines down on a pack of not-wolves, those that stand on their hind legs, sorrow lacing their howl and the all-too-human set of eyes that shine out. Each wolf sleeps with another, mates in more ways than one; save the ebony wolf with green eyes. He sits long through the night, standing sentinial for those spurned by the cruel world.

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Harry moaned as a cup of hot coffee was placed on his desk, "That better be some damngood coffee, Drake." came the slight bark of irritation.

"It's Columbian Chocolate. I only drink quality." A tanned hand shot out and grabbed the ceramic cup, followed by a satisfied sigh.

"Ahhh... That did it. What's on today's schedule?"

"For you? Nothing. You still need to recover from that stint in Siberia before you do anything. As your Healer, I insist you relax or I will strap you to that sinfully soft feather mattress of yours for a week." An evil grin that rivaled Voldemort's awkward hugs accompanied the statement, which had Harry snuggling into his chair like it was the greatest thing in the world. "That's what I thought."

"You'd force company on me if I didn't." Harry muttered, sinking even lower into the large leather chair.

"Severus is perfectly good company." came the amused retort to his grumbling.

"He stares at me like I should be put down." Draco laughed, doubling over as his face turned pink from lack of air.

"Oh, you have no idea..."

-PoV-

Severus found Potter curled up in the large library chair, a soft knitted blanket hanging half-on, half-off of the broad shoulders and tapered waist. The t-shirt(s) that the idiot was rather fond of rode up, which exposed a large swath of tanned, muscled back. A book was hanging from strong, square-tipped fingers, the title a surprise for someone who insisted that the Golden Man read nothing but Quidditch stats and bank statements; Formulas for a Well-Organized Mind was no small thing to laugh at.

He was loath to touch the man, even to wake him up. Draco solved the problem by flicking his wand at the man, who awoke with a growl.

"Drake! I- Oh. Fell asleep in the Library again? Damn, and just when the book was getting good too..." Potter marked the page with a well-worn bookmark that looked
to be of hand-carved wood. Perhaps he wasn't the arrogant prat his father had been? Lily's sleepy green eyes looked up at him and widened. "You brought him over?"

"Severus could use the break from Potions and you from the nonsensical book you've never put down." came the sniffed reply, Malfoy stubbornness in every word. "I came up for tea, Harry, if you'll have anything besides that swill."

"Blueberry tea is perfectly acceptable, thanks. Keep your high-end teas to yourself, prat."

"Hmph, insipid git. Severus, your usual?" Raspberry tea while the Potter brat drank blueberry? He was not about to change his habit of thirty-eight years in the making.

"Indeed." Potter sniffed at his cup, ebony brows furrowing as he sipped his own tea.

"Raspberry? Hmm."

"Dog nose, quit sniffing Sev's tea. It's what he's been drinking his whole life." Draco drawled, crossing his legs.

"Draco."

"Oh, you still haven't figured out? Shame on you." The facts snapped into place and Severus nearly choked on his tea.

"Thisis who I've been brewing for?" he rasped, his voice beyond furious. Though his throat was healed, he could not make loud noises or raise his voice very far. "I am disappointed, Draco."

"Drake! How could you?" the growl in Potter's voice was terrifying.

"Severus, please."

"I will not put up with this foolishness." he snapped, standing up and Summoning his cloak. He left via Floo, not wanting to be a part of the explosive conversation that would start soon enough.

-PoV-

Harry roared and sent his fist into the wall, the wolf much closer to the surface than usual. "I TRUSTED YOU!"

"I didn't trust anyone elseto make it right." the calm remark, if said in a somewhat shaky voice, stopped him from blowing up completely.

"Drake... I would never hurt you." A small smile formed on Draco's face. "Ever; you know me." He winced as he pulled his hand from the wall, surprised to see it emerge bloody and scraped up.

"Idiot. Just because you're a werewolf, it doesn't mean instant healing. Sure you heal a lot faster than most of my patients, but still... You really need to quit that." Harry shrugged, crooning as cooling Healing magic wrapped around the fire of the pain. Within seconds, his hand was pleasantly numb and wrapped. "Thanks. So, what is it really?"

"Him, actually. I get a feeling," he tapped his chest, right over his heart, "here that's warm. I want to protect him, but I know he wouldn't appreciate it very much. Does that make any sense?"

"A werewolf legend mentions a bond." Harry repaired the wall with a flick of his wand, still listening. "It's not common and things can break it."

"What are we talking here?"

"Soul bonds."

"Dammit, how?"

"Did you ever look him in the eyes with genuine care?"

"Uhh... Oh." Harry blushed, biting his lip. "There was that time when I thought he was dying."

"When Nagini bit him?"

"After she bit him and Voldemort left. It was after I collected his memories and he asked me to look at him." The spot heated up, a gentle warmth that spread outward. "Yeah. That's the one."

"Then you need to tell him. Bonds forged on deaths or near-deaths are permanent and demand that the bonded pair not do anything with a third party."

"So, no canoodling for Snape." he snickered, feeling immensely pleased with himself.

"Or you, Harry."

"Wait, only- Canoodling with Snape, hmm? He's gonna have a shite fit." the wolf in him crooned lowly at the thought of said canoodling. "Mmm, but I bet he sounds hot." Draco laughed, the sound happy and care-free.

-PoV-

Severus finished his stirring; content to brew out his anger at Draco. Several complicated and dangerous potions later, he showered and dropped into his favorite chair in the small cottage. An odd feeling originated from his heart spreading gentle warmth and comfort through him. A Soul bond? But with whom? The feeling remained and Severus fell into sleep with a happy feeling.

He awoke slowly, lying there as the bond pulsed with a deep-seated contentment. A morning person then. Wonderful. Breakfast consisted of kippers, toast and a small selection of fruit. His familiars, Leonardo and Ariel, meowed for tid-bits of his food. Absently handing them a kipper each, he was about to dig in when his Floo flared and green writing spelled out who was visiting.

Potter, Harry; lovely, just lovely.

There went his good mood and morning. Mentally opening the gateway, he was surprised that Potter landed with far more grace than he usually did. Leonardo rubbed all over the denim jeans. Ari held back until Potter reached out a hand. A paw flashed and Potter pulled away with a hiss of his own, blood welling up from the fairly deep scratches. He went back and insisted on petting the temperamental black. Ariel purred rustily, closing her golden eyes in pleasure as the fingers sought out favored spots with ease. Potter picked up the now-limp cat and settled her on his broad shoulder, offering the other to Leo. His Siamese meowed loudly before clambering up. Potter settled on the footstool, petting his familiars every now and then, lingering on Ari.

"Any particular reason you are harassing me at such an early hour and petting my familiars?"

"I actually think you might want wait on breakfast. It isn't pretty. Which one's more affectionate? You might need them."

"Leonardo, but he seems content where he is, the little traitor." All he got was a cheeky mrow and a lapful of overly-affectionate Siamese for his troubles.

Ending A/N: Mwahahahahaha! Cliff-hanger! As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES! HOWEVER, keep in mind that I have FINALS in less than two weeks!