A/N: Woot! Someone's caught on to the pleading I have done! Alrighty, this chapter goes to the ever-loving BasilMacVae! Promised that I would continue this, so I am. They were so excited!

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. Oh, OC warning. I made them up 'cause none of the next generation has been made yet!

-Ryder

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

-Previously On...-

"What? I-Umm-Mmm." Harry hummed into his mouth as he gave into the temptation of the sinful body and mind, wrapping his arms tightly about the thin waist. "You taste-like-cinnamon-and-sandalwood." Each word was punctuated with a heated kiss as Harry straddled his lap.

"Severus, have you seen-Oh." Minerva's embarrassed voice startled them out of the moment. "I'll just... come back, shall I?"

Harry laughed, leaning against him.

"I think we just provided months' worth of nightmares, Severus."

"Or fantasy material. You never know with that woman."

"Severus! Eww. No. Give me nightmares, why don't you?" Harry protested, shifting his hips. Their erections brushed and suddenly Severus felt the desire to push Harry against the wall and just claim him.

Dark!

Yes? the deity lazily drawled.

Is this your instinct or mine? Dark laughed the sound rich and deeper than his own.

All yours, you carnal cobra. The smirk was what did it. He tamped down the feral impulse and rocks his hips up as Harry ground down again.

"Mine." he purred as he bit and suckled Harry's delicious neck.

"Mmm, all yours."

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Harry grinned at Quidditch practice unable to keep it off his face. The teams took that as a good sign that practice was going to be easy; oh, so naive, the looks on their faces...

Hours later, Harry knew the teams would communally skip if he ever showed up looking like that again. He pulled a Wronski feint just for the hell of it letting out a whoop of joy as he spun in tighter and tighter circles towards the soft earth. Stopping took a tremendous effort and he almost crashed when someone let out a curse. He spun to the left, coming down running, flicking his wand out to block the oncoming red spell burst with a wordless Protego. Draco stood in the stadium doorway, grey eyes wide. Harry shrugged his shoulders to right his Quidditch cloak before strolling over to Drake.

"What was that for?" he asked, shouldering his Firebolt. Grey eyes rolled in clear exasperation.

"Manic. That Feint would have killed you at the speed you were going." came the snarky comment.

"No it wasn't. I was in the middle of pulling a Wronski Feint with a twist and roll. It's a move that saved my life with the dragon."

"I still think you're absolutely mental, Potter."

I agree! Maybe I should switch vessels with Raven... Coyote complained as they strode to the locker room. Harry growled lowly as he was pinned to the wall before he realized it was his crush.

"Severus?"

"You gave me a heart-attack, crazy little fool!" was hissed in his ear as his back was pressed against a warm, solid body. He growled again, only to yelp as a hand gripped his waist harder than normal. "I insist you be more careful... Harry." The hoarse insecure whisper had him relaxing into the new yet familiar touch. "Please?"

"Coach, I have a quest-" Harry turned to face the Slytherin still in Severus's arms. "Never mind."

"Ms. Halengher." he called to the student as she tried to slip away. "Not a word." Coyote flashed briefly to the surface, turning his eyes a golden green.

Of course, with his kind of luck... the exact opposite happened. Students were giggling as they passed him in the halls. Severus was immune to the glazed looks he recieved during his last class of the school year. Narcissa would replace him Monday. Harry shrugged it off, used to being under the spotlight for more questionable things.

"Harry? Were you snogging Snape?" He turned around and was face-to-face with Ron.

"Hey! I haven't seen you in-Uh, yeah." he enthused, catching himself as the question hit home. "Yeah, I did." He stated calmly, waiting for Ron to explode, his muscles tensing up.

"Mum wants him over for dinner then. She says it's nice you've finally found someone. Ginny rolled her eyes and mumbled something about you having a crush on Snape since fifth year..." Harry blushed at that. "No way! Really?"

"It's Severus to you and it was kind of a gradual thing." Coyote examined his best friend from his eyes, cataloguing the amused blue eyes and flaming red hair.

Acceptable. Raven is rather picky about bloodlines though, so Drake really is the best for him. Is he even aware of Raven?

Not that I know of. Can you contact Raven?

Of course; what, did you think I'd stay inside of your head all day with nothing to do?

I've never had a spirit inside of me. How should I know? he grumbled back, frowning.

"Harry? I've been talking to you for the past-Merlin!-Your eyes are a different color!" He smiled to reassure his best mate and clapped Ron on the shoulder.

"Well, it goes a little like this..."

-PoV-

Severus watched from the Owlery as Harry chatted with the youngest Weasley boy. Dark was silent today, eerily so.

Dark? he poked around tentatively.

What?

You've been quiet. In my experience, that's never a good sign.

I've been thinking about Coyote. Severus did the mental equivalent of a raised brow. He has not pushed me away, Severus. It is his way to do so.

Perhaps he's changed his ways? Thousands of years, generation after generation of new Hosts can work wonders on temperament and the mind. he replied mildly, leaning on the cleaned window-sill.

You might be on to something, my Host. Dark murmured as they watched Harry lead his best mate back into Hogwarts.

Once alone in his quarters, there was a hesitant knock. Severus answered it expecting everyone but the object of his and Dark's desire; Harry stood nervously at the door, twisting his Gryffindor scarf into knots. He gently took Harry's hands, pulling him inside and closing the door.

"Harry?"

"You've been invited to a Weasley dinner." he blurted, gorgeous green eyes staring at the flames in his hearth.

"The reason?"

"Ah, they think we're together. Mrs. Weasley expects you over... I'd like that very much." He tilted Harry's chin up and stared down into pools of emerald.

"I am honored to be invited. Harry, would you do me the humble favor of being my lover?"

"Lover?" A lovely blush spread across the high cheekbones. "I... You mean it?"

"Yes. I do have one request, however."

"Name it." Harry chirruped, his smile dazzling.

"We will be affectionate in public. I refuse to hide the fact that you are with me." If anything the smile grew wider, happiness shining through like the sun on a winter's day. "You look pleased by this development."

"You have no idea how pleased I am. Oh, and Coyote say hi to Dark." Dark flushed a shade of bright silver, a small smile on his face.

Sweet silly cub. He's too welcoming. I wish to convey a message. Might I take control? Severus was surprised at the formal words, but agreed.

Certainly. His body jerked and Dark's voice came out in place of his own; this was the strangest sensation he'd ever felt.

"Coyote."

"Dark!" He assumed that Harry had let the god take over as well. "Oh, I missed you so much!" Coyote's arms wrapped around Dark in a welcome display of affection.

"Did you?"

"Like you wouldn't believe... It's so boring! Well, until Raven manifested. Why can't I talk to you mind-to-mind?" Golden eyes looked up and Coyote pouted. A chuckle rumbled through Dark's chest, shaking Coyote a bit.

"I did not think you would want my company after so many centuries." he said honestly, silver eyes soft.

"What? That's crazy. Of course I wanna talk to you! You were my favorite, you know." A sly smile and Coyote had them pinned to the ground with a mischievous smile. "Mmm..."

"Must you hold us this way? I'm sure your Host is still aware, as mine is."

"Harry's asleep, actually. He said that I was welcome to seduce you..."

"As if I believe that, cub. You are the Trickster god after all." Coyote sighed, pulling them up with an ease that Harry had never managed in front of him. "Come, awaken your Host."

"He's a bit mad, but not furious. Whew. Hey, can I kiss you before we go back?"

"Impulsive as ever, I see."

"Mmm, you could say that."

"Of course." Severus, may I?

This is Harry I'm kissing. Nothing wrong with that as far as I can tell. Dark kissed Coyote with passionate abandonment, drawing a moan from the younger god. Mmm, now he saw what Dark did. You know how to pick them, don't you?

Do I ever. Suddenly he was kissing Harry, in complete control of his body once more, who pressed closer to him before pulling away with a gasp.

"Damn Coyote... Putting me to sleep..."

"Dark told him to knock it off. I didn't know I could kiss like that."

"I didn't either. Where have you been hiding that?" Harry purred lazily, the lithe, Quidditch-toned body plastered along his front.

"No idea, but I'd like to try it again..."

He groaned as he awoke, tightening his arms around the warm body that lay close to him. Severus started as he realized that they'd fallen asleep holding each other.

"Sev?" Harry's sleep-muddled voice jerked him back to reality. Thank goodness it was the weekend... He stared down at Harry, playing with the ridiculously soft strands of unruly black. "Mmm, are we gonna get up any time soon?"

"Maybe." he answered lazily. Part of him wanted to stay like that forever, just the two of them. Of course, his practical side kicked in when Harry's stomach growled something fierce. "Perhaps we are. Your stomach could scare the Dark Lord." Gorgeous green eyes rolled as Harry padded past him with socked feet.

"I already did that. Think of something else." came the laughing retort as Harry pulled out a knife, a cutting board, a frying pan, several strips of bacon and eggs from what appeared to be thin air. "I Summoned it, if you want to know, from my kitchen."

"Ah. Nonverbal as well as wandless, I take it?" His lover nodded shyly, proceeding to make them breakfast. "How is Slytherin doing with your coaching?"

"Still rooting for your old House? You're not supposed to play favorites..." Harry teased, placing the warmed plate in front of him. They ate slowly, chatting about the various idiots they noticed about Hogwarts nowadays when there was a sharp knock on his door. Only one person would knock like that... Severus opened the door to see Lucius in immaculate robes as always.

"Might I join you?" the blond said suavely, a warm smile on his face. "That does smell rather divine."

"As much of a surprise this is, Lucius, you only drop by when you want something." The smile didn't fade one bit.

"Do I really? I'll have to change that habit." He gave in with ill-disguised grace, opening his chamber door wider and retaking his seat next to Harry. "Mr. Potter? Severus, you do keep the oddest company."

"I don't know what you're talking about, dear friend," he let the insult slid down his back as though it were water, kissing Harry (who had the audacity to smile against his lips as he did so) with relish. "You were saying something about...?" Severus purred as Harry returned the favor, straddling him in his chair and gave him an open-mouthed kiss. Lucius choked on his proffered glass of water, silver eyes flashing in annoyance.

"I insist that you do keep the oddest company. I will not repeat myself again. Notice I have said nothing about your... display. You have made it quite clear that you and Potter are lovers." came the surprisingly neutral reply.

"Call me Harry. I assume Drake told you about our truce?" Harry chirruped from his lap, green eyes full of mirth. Lucius raised an eyebrow at the nickname given to his precious Dragon. Malfoys were notoriously possessive of family and friends; himself included. "I'll take your silence as a yes. Anywho, he and I decided to start over. Do I call you Lord Malfoy as I always have, or just Lucius?"

"Is he always this happy?" Lucius asked him, confusion flitting across his impassive face before becoming a mask once more.

"Uh, hello, I'm over here. You didn't answer my question by the way." Harry waved a hand in front of the blond's face, earning himself a scowl. "What? I'm offended."

"Gryffindors." they murmured, shaking their heads in unison.

"Hey! Ex-Gryffindor, if it counts any..." Green puppy eyes looked up at him, causing him to melt on the inside.

"No, Harry. You'll always embody Gryffindor's spirit." Harry gave him a sweet smile and was back asleep before he could say anymore to his lover. "Just as you will always be mine."

Ending A/N: Hey, Lucius managed to charm his way into the chapter! *pokes Lucius Muse back into his mental Manor* He doesn't do it very often, so I can forgive him... Mostly. Hehe, possessive Sev is possessive Sev. As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES! You know the deal by now!