Good day all!

This idea came to me as I was sitting on the bus as these two guys got into a fistfight.

Yeah, weird things happen in my head.

So anyway I know I usually write Spamano all over the place but to tell the truth I love Germano just as much. Sorry to my followers who expect me to write it.

And since Of Priests and Pirates is almost over I need new stories so here you go.

Enjoy!~

Chapter 1: Wings unfurled

"Do be sad fratello, I'm sure you'll get one soon. And besides, you have plenty of time." My brother says tugging my sleeve.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not sad and one god damned week is not enough time to find a dragon." I snap back and pull away. But the truth was I was depressed. If you did not have a dragon then you were second place, only good enough to farm, clean, or cook. Not only that but since I was the principal's grandson of Draco Academia it would ruin his pride if I could not procure one.

Meanwhile my brother's dragon, a glass dragon, was also tugging on my sleeve.

Glass Dragon. Second weakest dragon, earth type, eye catching, and just as airheaded as my brother. As I growl it lets go, pulling back its pink and light amethyst head and made a tinkling sound.

Feliciano strokes its head and whispers to it. "Fratello don't be mad at Bella, she just wants you to be happy. I know, as an apology you can give her a BIG hug! Like this!" He wraps his arms around its face and rubbed his cheek on its forehead. "Bella loves hugs."

I scoff as I get ready to go. Grandfather would throw one of his hissy fits if I didn't make it early to try to catch a dragon. "I'm not touching it." I reply as I heft my bag onto my shoulder. Behind me my brother lets out a whine, like I knew he would.

"Don't call Bella an it! She's sensitive you know." Rolling my eyes I walk out the door and make my way down to the fields. Everyone who attended DA lived on school grounds and since I didn't have a dragon yet I just stayed with my brother. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother. It's just he could be fucking annoying at times.

Hopping off the last step I get glomped by my Grandfather. "Lovino! You're up early. I thought I would have to go and get you." Shaking him off I straighten my jacket.

"Yeah, I'm early. Maybe that's because you're a horrible man who likes to wake up their grandchild by flipping their fucking bed!" As I spoke Romulus' dragon drooped its large head to have its chin scratched.

Winged Grand Wyrm. Called the mother of all dragon species, rare, hard to procure, nether type (meaning it was part sea dragon, fire dragon, and earth dragon); half of the species possesses rare ability to communicate with its rider.

"There you are Remus! I was looking for you. Give Lovino a good luck kiss because he won't let me touch him." Before I could start to complain the large bronze colored dragon pushed forward and licked the side of me face.

Romulus looks away then smiles and waves to someone. "Good morning Ludwig! How's my top student this morning?" Scowling I turn to see who my grandpa had targeted.

"What do you want fucker?" I ask with a growl. Ludwig Beilschmidt was about one foot taller than me, had cool blue eyes, muscles, combed back blonde hair, and he was handsome. No, he was hot. But like I was about to say something like that. Just like my grandpa he was a Winged Grand Wyrm rider.

His dragon sparkled in the sunlight, flashing its bright green scales and golden underbelly. "Good morning to you too Lovino." He said as his dragon ate something from his hand. Probably a potato. Rolling my eyes again I walk off. As I pass Ludwig I see his dragon shift. Turning back I catch him and his dragon glancing at me. But as I caught his eye he looked away.

Whatever. It wasn't as if he liked me that way, right?

~Three hours later~

Things were not going according to plan. But then again they never did. Kicking away a pebble I plop down on a large rock with a sigh. My back hurt and my feet ached and really, I was in a foul mood. Maybe I should sing. It usually distracted me from my current problems.

"So you had a bad day, you're taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around, you tell me don't lie…" I drop into silence since it wasn't working. Leaning on my knees I crack open an eye. To find myself starring right into a toxic yellow and green shaded eye.

Not breathing I slowly open the other eye. The black scales on its face show me my reflection and the eyes transition themselves into a softer blue color. The dragon flicks out its tongue and swipes at the air around my face, smelling.

Most people, even those attending this school, didn't know that dragons smelled the air with their mouths, their scent glands covering the top of their mouth and under their tongue. How did I know this? Because since I had no dragon I spent my extra time reading up on them.

The dragon retracts its tongue and lets out a series of croons to match the tune I had been singing. I shift my weight onto one arm and smile up at it. As it croons it turns in a circle and ruffles its wings. The Winged Grand Wyrm looks down at me as I fall of the rock.

It bares its teeth and I snapped my eyes shut as I waited to get my head snapped off. But instead the dragon bit down lightly on my jacket front and tugged me upright. I open my eyes again and it nudges me.

"Aren't wild dragons supposed to be violent and hard to catch?"

Well, if you want to chase me that's fine. Just as long as you don't ask me to go too fast. I just ate and it might disrupt the gases before I can collect them. A light but blistering female voice echoes in your head.

The dragon steps a bit away from me and swishes her tail. "Wait. Are you… choosing me?" As I ask the dragon tilts her head skyward.

I picked you a while ago. I just could never find the chance to claim you. It seemed every time I tried some other dragon was trying to get you. She rustles her scales to make a cascade of sound similar to rain fall, a sign of expressing happiness. Then she does a small hop and I crack a smile then run at her.

She turns, flashing her bright golden orange belly in the sun. Taking a flying leap I tackle her tail which she swings into the air to have me deposited on her shoulders. Scratching the plates on her back makes her shiver and roll her shoulders.

Well, you caught me fair and square so now I will give you a token of our friendship. I slide off her back and she reaches around and plucks out an ebony scale from her tail base then flings it at me.

"You got a name or should I just call you dragon?" I ask as we wander down a path that led back to the school.

It's too hard to pronounce, even in dragon speech. But it means raging fire.

"That sounds too fucking ridiculous. I'll just call you Rage." She tilts her head to think again.

I like that. Very well.

By this time we had reached the school and it just happened to be right before a passing period. Well, my passing period. I had to be in three different classes, one for fire dragons, one for water dragons, and one for earth dragons since they didn't know what type of dragon I would obtain.

Rage bops her head into my side. I'm going to take a short flight to stretch my wings. If you need to summon me just kiss the scale.

Without another word she sprints a few steps, jumps, and takes off. She circles lazily then glides behind one of the buildings.

Well, time for class.

~A few minutes later~

"Hey there pipsqueak. Still unlucky I hear?" Anders asks, looming over me. Out of the three courses I liked the fire dragon class the least. Not because it was boring, but because of all the douche bags in the room.

"Come on Anders, leave him alone." Looking up I see Antonio giving Anders a disapproving look. He looks back down at me, his green eyes sparkling and his tousled chocolate hair blowing lightly in the breeze. "Don't worry, you'll get one soon." Before I could say anything Sadiq sauntered over and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Don't bother Antonio, we all know he's going to have a Masked Dragon. You and your Bull Dragon have no chance." Antonio's dragon snarled and waved its head from side to side.

Bull Dragon. Largest Fire dragon, not very smart, most significant feature it possessed were two large, pointed horns, closely related to the Ram Dragon.

Sadiq's Masked dragon snapped at the air a bit away from the Bull dragon making small hissing noises.

Masked Dragons. Also a large Fire dragon type, cunning, massive fire stores, two rows of teeth, its most prominent feature was a series of white scales in the pattern of a mask on its face, eyes always look glassy.

Antonio grabbed my shoulders and bodily lifted me from the floor where I were standing. He wraps me in a hug and cuddles against my cheek. "Get the fuck off Antonio!"

I knew Antonio loved me. It would break his heart for me to tell him that I could never be with him.

Only same species dragons could mate and their riders would mate at the same time. And riders couldn't produce among themselves anyhow. There were rare cases like your grandpa but he had fallen for a dragonless girl. And several other girls. And the vice principal who he was currently dating.

Without warning Sadiq charged into Antonio. "Would you both fucking stop already? I have a dragon."

"Prove it." Anders says, lounging on the back of his Spitfire dragon.

Spitfire Dragon. Very bipolar, medium size, spat out fire in a spray form very much like spit, almost always a scarlet color for scales, and like a Winged Grand Wyrm, had the ability to change eye colors depending on the mood.

I lift the scale to my face and give it a small kiss. Nothing happened. A minute passed, nothing happened. "Well?" Anders asks with that annoying smirk of his. The class started to laugh. A few whispered 'What is he playing at?'

Then a shriek filled the air before Rage rocketed down into the center of the open air room. Wrapping her tail around me she lets out another shriek and thrashes her head from side to side, red eyes daring someone to move.

Anders' Spitfire rolled itself up off the floor and let out a guttural growl. Rage rose up on her hind legs and braced her claws on her chest, barring the talons. Instead of a growl she let out a threatening roar and spread her wings to appear even larger to the smaller dragon.

And for the first time I watched a dragon back down.

"Oh my."

Turning I catch site of the teacher, Lady Helen, as she gazed skyward at my dragon. "Uhm, Lovino, would you please report to Area 7?" Next to her stood Antonio in the middle of strangling Sadiq with a disappointed look haunting his eyes.

A/N

AHA! NO SPAMANO FOR YOU!

Before you all ask, yes, some of the chapters will be smutty and so the rating will go up.

Oh, and all the OCs in this one are the dragons. No human OCs. And if y'all were wondering Germany's dragon is named Fidelity. And because Spain, Denmark, and Turkey don't show up that much their dragons don't get names.