A/N: Andie's last chapter request! Original request was from Drakelover30. Thank you all for your love of my pathetic drabbles. This is my most popular story series with over 80,000 words and nearly 80 reviews. And I owe it all to you guys... Crap, you're making me feel nogistalgic and this story has only been posted for less than half a year! Ahaha. Ignore the rant above and enjoy the story.
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. Lots of kissing in this one and not all of them are Snarry!
-Ryder
P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.
-Previously On...-
"Ah, yes. I'll not have some... Wizard after the one I intend to claim as a Mate." Harry stiffened in Severus's grip, green eyes flashing with celestial fire.
"How dare you ASSU-Nngh..." The light tugging on his wings reduced him to a trembling mess in the Naga's grip. "Ooo... You cheat..."
"It was an educated guess. My prey tends to do much the same."
"Prey?"
"Runespoors, birds of prey... The usual." Harry frowned, then sighed, leaning back against the warm ebony coils.
"You do have to eat. No offense, but I occasionally will be caught eating the more poisonous varieties of snake when I can catch them."
"Touché." Severus murmured, raising his glass in acknowledgement.
RPaS RPaS RPaS RPaS RPaS RPaS
Mr. Snape's seduction set many rumors to milling about, the least of which had Harry in a passionate embrace before being discovered half-naked by an astonished Lady Zabini.
He giggled as his Da managed to keep a straight face as the Ladies of the Ton gossiped. A mild glare was sent his way; Da was displeased by the amount of rumors the resident Lady came up with.
"Ladies, I do believe we have an eavesdropper." Both of them managed a Disillusionment Charm before Lady Agatha Greengrass peeped out of the women's room. "Perhaps not, but desist from these ridiculous rumors. My Daphne personally knows Messr. Potter-Malfoy. There is no way that a raised Malfoy would ever be caught doing something so clichéd or raunchy. If anything, it was at best a chaste kiss."
"But I saw them! They were wrapped so tightly around each other all I could see were wings and that awful thick tail." protested the elder Lady.
"Mr. Potter-Malfoy is rather fond of leaving his cloak in the most inconvenient places, Elizabetta. Messr. Snape is nothing if not understanding. Do not put paid unless it belongs there." she snapped frostily. Harry cheered her on silently with a grin. They slipped back into the men's room and the Charms were gone with a mere flick of their wands.
"Thank Merlin for Agatha." his Da murmured to Drake and Severus, the latter dragging on a cigarette.
"Severus, must you?"
"Hmph. It's not as if you have anything to stress over. Your allies and reputation saved Harry from further inquisition. Myself on the other hand-"
"Are protected by your own ruthless, bastard personality and even sharper tongue." Harry countered quickly. "Honestly. Who would bother to aggravate a known Naga? It'd be social as well as literal suicide." The Naga frowned, brow furrowing in thought.
"Mayhap you are right... Though I cannot see how this prevents a blow to my reputation should I decide to fully Court you." Severus purred, obsidian eyes flashing with that fire Harry had but tasted the evening before. Harry caught the smirk and blushed as he stared out the window at the snow.
"You really are a bastard." he huffed, crossing his arms as he lounged on the study's windowseat.
"Again, a carefully-crafted façade, Messr. Potter-Malfoy."
"Says the mastermind behind it all." He watched with curiosity as Da and Drake suddenly slipped from the room. "Oh, Merlin."
-SEX SCENE-
"Mmm, I could get used to being called that..." Severus had him pinned against the cool window, the hot body pressed along his own a delicious contrast.
"I changed my mind; you're a conceited bastard." he spat, not finding the fact that his inner beast was crooning the least bit reassuring. "Is... it always like this?" Harry managed breathlessly as he clutched the thick black velvet spread across Severus's broad shoulders. The Naga looked up from where he was currently making a mark on his neck with intense obsidian eyes.
"No. I do, however, admit to feeling this is more intense than my usual encounters." That sinful, silky voice had him moaning as pale slender fingers explored his hyper-aware body. "You're very responsive. Have you always been so sensitive?"
"Nngh... No!" he panted another moan slipping from his throat as Severus caressed the area where his wings attached to his body.
-SEX SCENE-
"More sexual than you realized, Mr. Potter-Malfoy?" he purred, assured of having won this round.
"Oh." The blush was a lovely shade of rose as Harry flicked his wand to clean them both and then situate them with some well-used Charms. "I... I'm not sexual. It felt good."
"Good? That's it?"
"No..."
"Not very eloquent for one being raised among Malfoys, are you?" Emerald eyes flashed with anger as the slightly smaller man pinned him against the window.
"It was bloody fantastic for my first time. You want to ruin what little enjoyment I had, fine." Severus just snogged him breathless again before pulling the unresistant Garuda close.
"Hush. It was very surprising, yes, but I happen to like your come in my mouth." Harry gasped but that quickly turned into a moan when Severus brushed against where the dimples would be. "Why would you be sensitive there?"
"Tail feathers! Please..." Severus lifted his hand away. "Severus!"
"What?"
"If you don't put your hand back, I'll kill you."
He stared at the parchment, not sure what to do with it.
To Messr. Snape
It was entirely innocent. That was what he didn't like...
"Sir?"
"Ms. Greengrass, what is this?"
"A letter sir."
"Who's it from?" he prompted, still staring at it and tempted to burn it without reading it.
"Lord Prince." Severus sneered and cast Incendio without a thought. "Sir!"
"I will not respond to anything he sends. You are to burn all mail that does not relate to my businesses. Your discretion on what mail is to be kept, I trust." Wide blue eyes just looked at him. "I am not changing fifteen years of habits, Ms. Greengrass; the old codger will have to come up with his own Heir."
"Sir, out of curiosity, why?"
"He cut my Mother off." he sniped, another sneer gracing his features. "I will not have anything to do with him."
"I figured as much, Severus." Shock was the least of his emotions as his mask dropped into place without thought.
"That is Mr. Snape to you." he drawled softly, his voice laced with enough poison to have killed his maternal Grandfather had it been possible. "You have no right to speak familiarly to or even with me, Lord Prince." Daphne edged out of the room, as was their agreement.
"I ask that you at least hear me out-"
"No." He was implacable on this point. "Mother warned me, you know. Such contriteness in... public and the threat of a knife in my back should I not go along with your manip-"
"I am dying." Severus snarled lowly, staring the man down with his hardened gaze. "It is not something that can be cured and it is kept in the Prince Line. Your Creature Blood has kept you safe, as well as your status as a Half-Blood. As your school-book has rather proudly stated..."
"I am the Half-Blood Prince." he hissed, baring his fangs in a rude manner. "It was the only thing I could truly be proud of; you are part of a Legacy that I want no part in."
"The rule of a kingdom is at stake, you fool! It is the Prince's responsibility to defend Raven's Nest."
"Because we're the only protection they will ever have or need. It's sworn in the Family Creed and every Prince, upon Maturity, will be also sworn to uphold their end of the bargain. I know all of that, old man. I am not a Prince by name, therefore devaluing what protections I could offer." His maternal Grandfather produced a document and allowed him space to read it.
I, Galen Severus Maximus Prince, do allow Severus Tobias Ignotius Snape to retain his Prince Heritage once he signs this document. As Prince Heir he also has the right to Prince holdings and finances. Once signed, this agreement cannot be backed out of for any reason save death.
Severus grabbed his eagle quill and signed it in black ink. The parchment glowed as he finished with an elaborate flick.
"Thank you."
"I wasn't doing it for you, old man."
"I know."
He continued to see the Garuda coming over just to stare at the beautiful wings that seemed to appear only for him sometimes. Harry never called him out on it, though, which racheted his opinion of the young Garuda even higher.
"Harry?"
"Mmm?" Soft emerald eyes looked up from his lap and questioned.
"Is there a reason why you tolerate me?"
"Tolerate you is not how I'd put it. You're an enigma and I happen to like your company as you don't chatter like Drake or Hermione. That, and you've changed my perspective on Naga." Severus enjoyed the fact that Harry never lied to him.
"I feel honored."
"Don't be; I'm only one Garuda and you're only one Naga."
"I am willing to bet we'll go down in history." Harry giggled softly at his drawled comment.
"Knowing my type of luck, it'll have the worst kind of attention drawn to it."
"What in Merlin's name are you talking about?"
"The name Potter's gotten me into nothing but trouble. I don't seek it out, it comes to me." He mulled that over as he continued to stroke his fingers through silken ebony locks.
"Perhaps your middle name should have been Trouble." That pulled another giggled from Harry.
-PoV-
Lucius watched his youngest as he chatted away to Severus on various topics. Severus looked mildly amused but didn't quit indulging Harry's vast intellect. Obsidian eyes met grey in a moment of understanding and a rare smile was flashed his way.
"Mmm, is that Da?" Soft, sleepy green eyes looked at him blearily from Severus's lap.
"Little one, you look ready to drop."
"I am not-" Harry yawned and nuzzled Severus's thigh, "Sleepy."
"You just yawned." Severus huffed, crossing his arms.
"Sev!"
His best friend raised an eyebrow at Harry's whine, "What, insolent brat?"
"You're supposed to side with me!"
"Says who? Lucius and I go back farther than before you were probably born."
"Spoilsport. I'm using you for a pillow." With that, Harry's wings popped into existence and he settled down. Normal breathing smoothed out into deep, indicating Harry was out for the count.
"Sev, you're surprisingly tolerant of the man my son has become." he hedged cautiously, allowing his son to curl up as he sat on the couch with them.
"Say what's actually on your mind, Luce. I'm not in the mood for mind-reading." Severus drawled sarcastically, his way of pulling up shields.
"What do you intend for him?"
"Courting, Lucius, and the inevitable marriage of the decade. He's gentle, kind, warm... The things I cannot help being drawn to; his mother was much the same." Hurt flared up in the onyx eyes at the mention of Lily Potter.
"Indeed. I never did see why she turned down your suit."
"It certainly wasn't money. Her family was extremely well-off not to need Potter's money. Perhaps it was the title?"
"We'll never know, Sev, so stop that drop down memory lane. Harry has more than accepted your quirks."
"Yes, he's always flipping the script on me. One moment he's furious, the next he's like this." He idly motioned to Harry, who was halfway in his lap, halfway on the settee. "I don't bother trying to understand the brat."
"No, it's fruitless. Better to go along for the ride as he's exceptionally good at creating them. Did I ever tell you of the time we went to the London Zoo?"
"No, I don't recall that you did."
"There's a reason for that..."
He sighed quietly and smiled at the portrait of his wife.
"Cissa, I swear Harry's getting more trouble handed to him than any young man has to deal with."
"You're worried." she shook her head softly as he seated himself before the fire. "Harry'll pull through, husband mine, he always has." Lucius blew out a tense breath running a hand through his hair in an effort to relax himself.
"He's taken with Severus."
"Good. It's about time. Husband, why have you not searched for a wife?" He winced before staring out the bay window in his study. "Lucius."
"I cannot." he whispered as he placed a hand on the windowframe. "I promised myself to never love another."
"Oh, pish-posh. You're afraid."
"Malfoys are not-"
"You are very much afraid that you will forget me, Lucius. I assure you I more than welcome any company you keep."
"Even... Even him?"
"My cousin would welcome you in his relationship, I should think."
"He is already bound to another. I will not attempt to push myself where I am not wanted, Cissa." A sharp crack had him hissing curse words under his breath.
"Master, there is visitors in the Floo Room. Is you wanting them elsewhere?"
"Their names, Finian."
"Lord Black and his Consort, sir." Lucius swallowed before ruthlessly shoving his emotions under the Malfoy mask.
"I shall go and greet him. Dismissed." The house elf disappeared with a quiet 'pop.' "Cissa-"
"You look composed as ever, darling."
-PoV-
Sirius stared at the doorway, waiting for the Malfoy Lord to appear. Remus squeezed his hand reassuringly. Lucius glided into the room as smoothly as ever.
"Lords Black and Lupin-Black. A pleasure to have you. Are you here on business?" The cultured tenor sent shivers down his spine. He heard his Moony take in a shuddering breath. "Excuse my manners. Come, the sun room is this way." Sirius watched the lithe form execute a perfect turnabout and lead them from the room with a subtle grace.
Remus crooned softly through their mental bond, Sirius... He's sublime. How in Merlin's name did you keep your hands off of him for the past five years?
:I stayed far, far away. I want to pin him to the wall and ravish him.:
Mmm, sounds like an excellent plan. They'd reached the room, sunlight pouring in through the bayside windows that made up the entire east wall. Lucius sat in one of the luxurious high-backed chairs bathed in a golden glow as he nibbled on a sandwich.
"I called for tea. I hope you don't mind." He sat on the loveseat, Remus sitting next to him with his usual ease pouring a cup for both of them.
"Of course not. However, this is a bit personal. May Remus and I call you Lucius?"
"You are more than welcome to in my home. Exactly how personal?" A penetrating silver gaze locked with his cobalt, seeming to search for something.
"A proposal." Remus murmured, his caring nature pulling to the fore. "We wish for you to join us." There was the merest fraction of widening in the achingly beautiful silver before Lucius visibly swallowed.
"What would that entail, Lord Lupin-Black?"
"Please, call me Remus. Sirius and I have thought over this for a long time. It would entail that you are an equal to us, Lucius; nothing more, nothing less."
"Ah. What are your thoughts on my children?"
"Harry's my godson. I was unjustly imprisoned before I could reach him. Draco is a good man; I don't see us interacting very much if he's to be engaged to Ms. Greengrass." Sirius finally found his voice.
"What of Severus?"
He twitched in his seat before swallowing his pride to grudgingly admit, "I'll... tolerate him, for lack of a better word, and only for your sake."
A small smile played about Lucius's lips. "You are being honest with me. I know Sev's not exactly good company. Harry's rather fond of him." Sirius pulled Remus onto his lap and snogged his Consort senseless.
"I'll manage his company." Blond hair swished as Lucius chuckled softly. "Remus makes for a great tension-reliever." His husband rolled his amber eyes and nuzzled his Claim Mark in retaliation for the snog. "Yeah."
"You're sitting too far away." Remus teased lightly. Their newest member flushed a beautiful shade of rose before sliding onto the loveseat with prenatural grace. "Mmm, much better." Sirius threaded his fingers through silken white-blond locks as he kissed Lucius for the first time. The soft moan spurred him on, tongues shyly sliding against one another in exploration. They broke apart to breathe and then Remus carefully nibbled on soft, kiss-swollen lips before plundering Lucius's mouth with a fierce French kiss. Beautiful silver glazed over, the eldest Malfoy surrendering to their seduction. "You're beautiful, Luce, so beautiful." Moony brushed a stray hair away from Lucius's forehead, pressing butterfly kisses on his face and down his neck.
"Nngh..." They'd rendered their target speechless. A pink tongue darted out and licked his lips, molten silver eyes closing as if to savor their combined taste. "My sons will be home soon."
"Not a problem..."
-PoV-
Lucius purred softly as he greeted his children. The visit had convinced him that he was more than compatible with them.
"Father, you look positively smug!"
"I think Da got laid." Harry chuckled as he hugged him.
"Brat." A giggle was all he got for the sarcastic drawl.
"You know you love me."
Ending A/N: My Muses are back! Woohooo! This one just tumbled out like water from a spigot... Finally. As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!