A/N: Alrighty, this chapter goes to the ever-loving Nekoneko-xyz and Nightshade sydneylover 150! She was very sweet when she asked for this and others. Honestly, I love getting new ideas from my fans. It's the highlight of my day. Oh and any words you don't understand? Check the bottom for translations.

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. Mentions of M-Preg and sub-dom relationships. Oh, and SEX. Yeah, that lovely three-letter word that most of you either go squick or read anyway. It's been marked so you can skip it, but it's got important stuff that's in the next chapter of this.

-Ryder

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

Italics- Mage language; word emphasis; previous drabble endings

*Parseltongue- Harry*

-Parseltongue-Others-

-Previously On...-

"I refuse to be dominated by anyone; as several Blacks found out on the full moon. They think because they are demons that they are superior to a bitten Mage. I showed them- Excuse me. I'm a bit touchy on the subject." The magewolf swallowed and rubbed his temples.

"I see. Have you thought of names?"

"That's Siri's job." The magewolf said even as he petted Harry, who'd unconsciously scooted into Remus's lap to continue receiving the obviously wanted touch. "I may have taken the Black name along with my own, but it's the submissive's duty to name the cubs in my Family."

MOMOMOMOMOMOMO

Harry yawned and stretched, encountering the warm body of his bonded.

"Mmm, Sev?"

"Yes sa'laek? You seem tired." the smooth velvet washed over him, making him smile.

"Wanted to go see Varssen today."

"Ah." he was gently lifted and he heard the sounds of a bath being drawn. "Anything else?"

"Mmm, I don't think so."

Ensconced in the warm tent, Harry chatted away with the lead dancer, time seemed like wisps of air.

-Sso... Would you like to learn how to dance?-

*Dance? I don't have the-*

-You do. Your hipss are wider than mosst maless, Vasshkal. Perhaps ssomeone told you that it wass a womanish activity?- Harry blushed, biting his lower lip. -Sss-aa, what a fool. I sshall enjoy teaching you.- Varssen hissed thoughtfully, circling him with a practiced eye. -Come.- He followed Varssen to a new tent, this one light and airy. -Sselene? Are you in?-

"Speaking Parseltongue to our guest. Shame on you. I am Selene, the troupe's seamstress."

-Humph. He needss the practice.-

"Varssen also forgot to mention that the Naga and Basilisk Clans are autonomous. We have our own Kings and Queens. What are you doing here anyway, Prince Varssen?" Varssen looked visibly upset at the revelation.

*Varssen was going to teach me how to dance. Honesstly, I could care less what Clan is autonomouss or not. That'ss my bonded'ss job. Well?* he hissed back, a sneer barely kept off his face. Selene's jaw dropped with an audible click before she recalled who she was standing in front of. *And thiss iss what you rule over? I don't know whether to pity you or laugh. Ssuch inssolence would never have been left unpunished.* Varssen laughed, leaning against a tent pole as a support as he doubled over.

-Pricelesss. Put in her place by a Mage!-

"What colors, Milord?" she demurred, not looking up as she pulled out fabric swatches.

-Black silk and green chiffon. Traditional dancer'ss robess as well as a more contemporary sset. We'll borrow the black practice ssetss for now.- The smug tone had her flushing a startling shade of green.

He didn't think he could do it, but dance came so naturally that Harry wondered to himself if he'd found his calling.

*Thiss iss easy! Why didn't I do thiss before?* he called to Varssen as they tried some of the more complicated moves.

-PoV-

Varssen was in awe of the bonded Mage. For someone who claimed to have never danced this way in his life, he was astonishingly good. The sashaying movements went well with the low, hypnotic beat. They danced for a good three hours before the Vasshkal pleaded tiredness.

*Thankss. Thiss iss ssomething I enjoy.*

-It is I who hass to thank you. Ssuch talent wass hidden away by a paranoid father... I'd give him a piece of my mind if I met him.- he said lowly as Harry dressed behind the curtain. -Certainly, your mother knew?-

*I wass not invited to formal dancess. My brother bumbled through his.*

They chatted a bit more before Varssen handed the precious Mage off to the High Prince. "He is quite talented. You might want to hire dancers to help keep up what we started today." The panther demon raised an ebony brow, and then gave a faint smile.

"Perhaps, if your Father agrees to it, we can keep you here for my sa'laek. Harry does not make friends easily and you have managed to relax him." Harry cuddled close to the panther, burying his beautiful face against the broad chest.

*I'd like it if I could dance with you again, Varssen.* That look decided him; he would do anything for the Mage.

-PoV-

Severus watched the lessons from a high balcony, smiling as Harry grew more confident by the day. Soon, the Basilisk Prince announced that there was nothing further he could teach his sa'laek.

"I cannot teach him anymore. He is as good as a professional dancer; highly skilled and devoted to the dance as I have not seen in a while. Perhaps a demonstration?" Harry grinned from his pile of pillows in the study.

"Really, Varssen? You mean it?" The steel grey eyes held happiness at Harry's earnest question.

"Quite, -Vasshkal-. Here at the Palace or the Alley?" Severus surprised himself by saying the less-secure option.

"The Alley. It's where new talent goes. Surely a challenger for the title of greatest dancer in the kingdom wouldn't go amiss?" Prince Varssen gave him a sly smile, while Harry beamed.

With both of them disguised, they made their way to the dancing platforms. Only Selene would know who was challenging Varssen as she'd made the outfit.

"Challenge the greatest dancer in all the principalities! A grand gesture if you please. The one, the only... Varssen of the Basilisk Clan!" Harry ever so casually wound his way through the crowd, a faint smile visible through the chiffon covering his face.

-PoV-

He smiled for Severus. It did boost his confidence a lot when his bonded gave a soft one in return. The stage was silent, both Harry and Varssen absolutely still. A soft drumroll started slowly becoming a hypnotic beat as it built. Harry closed his eyes behind the cloaked cover waiting for the judge of the contest to whip it off.

With a snap, the fabric was removed and he waited for Varssen (who was the senior when it came to dance) to start. His mentor started off with a shimmy of his hips; a deliberate challenge to his abilities. Harry lazily completed a figure eight teeter totter followed by a temple frame and full body roll. The crowd gasped lowly at his casual display, while Varssen only grinned. The Basilisk Prince did a hip roll to the left, coupled with a shoulder shimmy and a horizontal torso roll. From there the contest was about complexity of moves combined with choreography of the subtlest kind.

They stopped as the music ended abruptly after his last sequence. He'd thrown everything into the last one, heart and soul. The elder Basilisk slowly turned his head from one sweaty dancer to the other, all the while flicking out a pale purple snake tongue. Harry's heart barricaded against his ribs as the judge flicked golden eyes over his frame. The nod was in his direction a discreet smile on the human form of the elder Basilisk.

"Well done, young dancer. Perhapsss you would do usss the honor of removing your chiffon veil?" He nodded graciously before removing the whole mask with a pre-planned flair. There were quite a few thumps in the crowd as the bonded Mate of their High Prince grinned down on them from the stage.

-PoV-

Severus watched as Harry flexed his lithe body into positions that were as erotic as they were amazing. Mmm, his bonded was proving to be quite the diamond in the rough. Repressed (without a doubt), neglected and yet still standing tall. Such beauty was rare, that he knew, and he would not restrain it as that bastard Charlus had. Harry gave him a sweet smile as he hopped off the stage and popped up next to him, swiping off his cloak's hood with a giggle.

"C'mon, Sev. Let's go explore." Severus sighed, his ear flicking back as he gave in to the precocious demands of his magelet. Harry interlaced their fingers casually, yet he saw the nervous glances down at their hands. Severus gave his sa'laek a soft purr and pressed him against an alley wall. Time to reward his magelet for the rare display of affection... "Sev, we're in-Mmm...-public."

"They should be minding their own business." he crooned lowly, inhaling the still innocent scent of his sa'laek. "Such contact does not bother my subjects." The delicious moan that came from his betrothed was almost too much as he ravished the now exposed neck and collarbone. Half-lidded emerald eyes watched him with lust clouding them, snapping Severus out of his sudden possessiveness. "Harry?"

"Deep Magic kinda... kinda spiked, Sev. What were you thinking about?" Harry murmured against his still-heaving chest.

"That your voice is entirely too useful a tool in turning me on."

"The same could be said of you." His sa'laek sighed as they slide down the brick wall, catching their breaths. "Mmm... I think we should bond."

"We are bound already." Severus stated with confusion, looking over at his submissive Mate with unmitigated curiosity. Harry shrugged and squirmed his way into Severus's embrace.

"Not in the ways of your people, Sev. I want that," Severus saw a rather saccharine display of gag-inducing sweetness; a pair of Hawk Clanmembers rubbing beaks. "With you." The last part left him speechless and warm on the inside.

"You mean it, sa'laek?" he breathed, not daring to speak above a hoarse whisper.

"You've been letting me do as I please, always pulling back when we get like... this, but I think that you deserve something in return, Sev. I think I've wanted that with you since you saved me from my Father's wrath." Emerald eyes shone with a deep peace and... was that love in the familiar gaze?

"Areskur amus, sa'laek." he murmured into Harry's ear, "Shall we inform the Royal Priest?"

"Mmmhmm. What did you say before your question?" Harry whispered back, muscled arms slipping around his neck as he picked up his chosen Mate.

"I'll tell you after, magelet."

The Royal Priest, a panther by the name of Father Albus, took one look at their slightly disheveled states and snorted.

"What is it this time, Severus?"

"Harry asked that we... bond, Albus."

"You are already bound by Ancient Law and Deep Magic. What more could you possibly nee-Ah. Let me bless the Royal Bed then."

"Royal Bed? Where have we been sleeping?"

"In the Crown Prince's chambers. My bedroom is the only room I felt comfortable enough to sleep in with you until... until you acknowledged that bonding with me was not such a terrible fate." he said resignedly. Harry sighed and knelt before him, taking his hands into smaller tan ones.

"Severus," the use of his full name brought all of his attention to his betrothed. "Half a year ago, if someone had told me I'd willingly bond to the son of my Father's most hated foe, I would have probably blasted them. Now? Now I can't imagine my world without you. We've come a long way, Sev, and you know it."

"I do."

"Then humor a Mage, would you?" A soft smile reassured him into relaxing as they waited for Albus to finish.

"I'm done. Go bless that bed in a different fashion." Harry visibly blushed at the old coot's ribbing. He scooped his magelet up and shut the ornate door on Albus's cheerful visage.

"You're beautiful." he purred softly as he lay over his submissive. "So beautiful, so full of strength and passion..."

"Same... Same could be said of you." Harry panted, pupils blown as they kissed fiercely. Severus pulled back before sliding his hands over the sinful body of his Chosen. "Mmm-Ah!" Severus scratched thin lines into Harry's back, his animal side released for the first time in a decade. "Sev, that-Ohhhhhh..."

"I'm sorry." he panted, digging his claws into the thick coverlet. Harry groaned in frustration, taking off his tunic with a quick pull...

-PoV-

Harry groaned as sunlight filtered through his eyelids. He stretched, and then winced at the odd pain in his lower back and neck. Everything came rushing back into his memory; he flushed a shade of red he hadn't thought possible. He'd had sex with Severus and it was beyond fantastic. The arm around his waist had thick black claws tipping the slender porcelain fingers. Severus's tail was wrapped around his right thigh, the tip thumping against his morning erection. Wait, since when did he sleep naked? Harry turned to see a smile on Severus's face, the exotic face relaxed in sleep.

"Sleep, sa'laek. It's too early... to contemplate how... fantastic sex was..."

"You're awake?"

"Barely. You are... utterly insatiable." Severus groaned lowly as he closed the black velvet curtains with a clawed hand. "Five times... in one night... is too much."

The second time he awoke, Severus was waving a strip of bacon under his nose. He bit into it making Sev smile.

"Awake are we? You sleep heavy for a submissive who greets the sun."

"Mmmghmph." he mumbled through his mouthful.

"I don't understand mouth full of food. Do swallow before speaking, sa'laek." the fond tone had him grinning around his mouthful.

"I said, it's not my fault. Stupid sun shone in my eyes." he grumbled, snuggling close to his bonded.

"We are connected by more than the physical, Harry. I can feel what you feel." Serious obsidian eyes locked with his own, slender fingers tilting his chin up. "Especially your pleasure." Harry was in the mood for some more of that fantastic sex, then...

Ending A/N: So? Hope that satisfied some itches. I know it did for me. *cackles madly before fleeing angry fans* As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES! Your own or a continuation.

Vasshkal- beautiful bonded

sa'laek- beloved

Areskur amus, sa'laek- I'll love you forever, beloved.