A/N:Alrighty, this chapter goes to the holidays. That's right folks, my last posting until Christmas is over! Thank you all for the lovely reviews and support! Honestly, I love getting new ideas from my fans. It's the highlight of my day!

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.

P.P.S. I was really sick with the flu when I wrote this. I hope there's no mistakes in grammar and if there are, point 'em out so I can fix them. Blegh.

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Of winter's might
And water's right
A hero shall arise

Man-child with Spring eyes
Balance is his key
The heart of Winter's chivalry

Powers quite bright
When the time is right
Shine that e'er twined light

The way to Winter's heart
An ancient art
A simple word; Love

Severus sat stunned as the memory of Trelawney hanging over the Pensieve faded.

"How is this connected to me?" he snarled lowly. The Headmaster merely unstuck two lemon-drops, as though bored. This was serious; another prophecy concerning Potter and the Dark Lord..."Albus!"

"Alas, I think that is for Mr. Potter and yourself to figure out. I haven't the faintest notion other than the fact that you are Winter." Severus shuddered at the thought of Potter looking at him with love. He would take his true secret to the grave. "Certainly you display the season's more... harsh qualities well enough."

"You're out of your mind. This has nothing to do with me!" he hissed as he stormed out of the office in high dungeon.

-PoV-

Harry traced a heart into the frost on the dorm windows. He was alone this holiday; it seemed appropriate, considering what had happened the year before. The merry-making in the common room pushed his odd feelings about Snape to the surface. Well... more like a crush on the man who had believed him when he said that Sirius was in danger. Those black eyes had flashed with anger and then understanding before he'd vanished in a swirl of black robes. He hadn't spoken to Harry since except to bark about his dueling stance in Defense. The sneer always appeared when he came into class, but nothing ever came of it. He sighed and made a slash mark through his tiny window heart before rubbing it out. That was how he felt; cut to ribbons and then erased.

There was a very small card, written in a familiar cramped scrawl he associated with the Half-Blood Prince.

Potter

Trelawney made another prophecy. If you would like to hear it in full, come to my office.

Prof. Snape

Of course; what a great way to start his hols... Harry grumbled before putting it in his pocket before making his way down the stairs.

-PoV-

Severus paced before the fire, needing to do something with his energy before he used it to snap at Potter. A blizzard ran through his mind and he conjured one up outside the castle wards. There, now he was at ease. A tentative knock sounded.

"Enter."

"Professor? Your, ah, note said to come down here." Potter didn't look the same anymore. Instead of the short hair Potter Sr. loved to mess up, the younger sported a much longer version, pulled back with a black elastic band. He looked like a dark-haired Lily; no, mustn't think that way!

"I did indeed. The old hag up in the tower decided to be a conduit again." Potter sighed and sat when he motioned him to. "Here is the Prophecy. It's less, shall we say, dramatic than her usual prediction of your deathevery two weeks."

"How do you-"

"Know? Potter, please. Even Slytherins are prone to vicious gossip every now and again." he snapped, sitting in his own chair as Potter scanned over the dratted thing. "Well?"

"Welcome to my life, Professor." The matter-of-fact tone shocked him. Did the insufferable brat actually believe the drivel Albus fed him? Flashes of memories not his own told him that perhaps the boy in front of him would do anything for the slightest scrap of affection. "Though I ought to tell you, it isn't much worse than serving Vol-him." Potter was actually trying. There was nothing wrong with that.

"Perhaps. Shall we use our given name's then?"

"Given-Oh, right. Prophecy." the brat grimaced. "I guess... Severus."

"Harry. But only within the safety of my quarters and office."

From there, an unlikely friendship was born. Potter became Harry, the abused Gryffindor who managed to slide past the Sorting Hat's built-in defense, the idiot who goofed off in class but was actually very intelligent. Potter even dragged his friends down! It was the oddest thing.

"Sev? You're staring off into space." Harry was waving a hand in front of his face. "Hello?"

"Hmph."

"It's Christmas Eve. Aren't we exchanging gifts?" Gifts? Ah, right. He'd placed the three he'd planned on giving Harry in his bedroom.

"We are, Harry. I do believe I'll go and get yours." The bedroom door shut behind him with a hollow click. He sighed softly, leaning against it. This was going much faster than he'd predicted it would; all of his misconceptions kicked out as Harry revealed who he really was. "Bloody hell. I'm an idiot." The signs fell into place one by one. Harry was in love with... him. The sentiment was all too clearly returned in his heart of hearts.

"Sev?" Harry called, the insecurity clear in his voice.

"Just a moment." he called back, barely able to keep the shock from his voice. The gift was duly grabbed and Severus swept back into his parlor. Harry was sitting on the floor, toying with a green ribbon on a rather large package. Perhaps Harry wouldn't understand his gift... He pulled out a slim package wrapped in green and with a black ribbon from his robes. "Here." Harry looked at him and smiled before ripping open the package with enthusiasm. The slender box held a wand; one quite close to Harry's original and forearm holsters for both his first and second.

"Wow! These... They're just what I needed. Here, help me put them on." The holsters were secured, but Severus found himself lingering over the soft skin underneath the leather straps. "Sev?" He found himself blushing as he pulled away. Why was he acting the fool? Now, when he'd just realized the strange depths of his feelings? "Here." The package was a cauldron. But not just any cauldron, no; this one was an ever-changingone. A Master could brew several Potions at once with this type... How had Harry gotten one?

"I- Thank you. How-"

"Did I get one? I used my name. I thought you might want to be the proud owner of the very first one on the market." Green eyes watched him with worry; entirely unfounded, of course.

"Harry-"

"There's... one other thing." Before he knew it, soft lips met his own in a hesitant kiss; a butterfly kiss if he catagorized it. Severus grabbed Harry's arm right before the delectable brat could flee.

"Mmm, did you think I'd only want one?" With that remark, he pressed Harry into the soft mound of cushions before the fireplace kissing him fiercely. "So innocent of desire yet I can see it clear as day. Where do you hide it, little minx?"

"I... Ahhh!... didn't think... you'd want another!" Harry panted as Severus nipped the pale throat bared to him.

"A small taste always leads to wanting more. Didn't you know that?" he purred, delighted at Harry's response.

"N-Nngh... No..."

"Now you do. A rather... thoughtful gift, Harry, you've given me."

Ending A/N: Okay, sorry for it being so short! I wish you all a merry Haunuka, Ramadan, Christmas and Yule! Again, thanks for everything folks, and I'll see you with new chapters in the New Year. Do take note that I MIGHT, just MIGHT, post on my birthday, so keep watch. If I don't? Well, enjoy your holidays!