A/N: It took awhile but I'm finished with Ch. 5. Yay! Okay, you voted and the pairing were a unanimous tie between two different pairs. So hear is the first pair (decided by you) that will be featured on and off through out the Dragon's Blood series. Enjoy.

Chapter 5

Snape sat in his favorite chair by the fire, a small goblet filled with a mixture of red wine and fire whisky in his hand. It had been a long night. It had been a long two months! First there was that incident on the Quidditch Pitch that resulted in the article in the paper, then it took him and Lily about two hours to convince James and Lucius that they could not force feed Quirrell flesh-eating slugs and remind them that the Unforgivables were, in fact illegal.

Now tonight with Quirrell letting that troll in and that stupid dog of Hagrid's…Snape hopped he wasn't going to need some kind vaccination.

Snape was about to take a sip of his drink when he became aware of someone in the room with him. A rather familiar, musky scent reached his nose and he relaxed back into he chair.

Strong hands slid up his shoulders to his neck, undid the first few buttons of his shirt, and slipped beneath the collar to massage stiff shoulders. The hands were rough, years of hard labor and traveling had taken their toll. Snape loved how those hands felt against his own skin.

"It's only been two months you know," a soft, strong voice commented. "Are the little hellions really that bad?"

Soft velvety lips nibbled Snape's ear, making him shiver and him biting back a moan.

"It's not just the brats this year - ngh."

The hands moved lower to rub Snape's chest; teasing his nipples slightly.

"Come on, lets go to bed and you can tell me all about what has you so wound up."

Snape turned to meet the amber eyes of his lover, "as much as I would love that, it's a school night. I can't afford slip, not even, no, especially mentally."

"Please. It's been so long, I promise to be gentle," he replied before capturing Snape's lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Everyone stared for what felt like forever until Draco cleared his throat.

"Cute. You really do do the whole magical creature thing well, you know?"

"I'll say," Blaise said. He circled Harry once, looking him up ad down as if Blaise were trying to decide which outfit would look better on him. "Very nice."

"Very nice? He's absolutely adorable," Pansy exclaimed.

Harry blushed at all the praise. So far his parents and uncles were the only ones to see him, so he was fell a bit self-conscious.

This went on for a couple more minutes, Pansy and Blaise arguing over one thing or another while Vincent and Gregory looked from one to the other, asking them to explain things often.

Draco just sat there shaking his head at all of them. Seeing that the small boy was getting overwhelmed with all the attention, Draco took pity on him and gave Harry a small mercy.

"Alright, enough. We all know elves are cute, it's part of their make-up and their magic, like veela. Which means we can all move on now."

Draco caught Harry's eye, Harry gave him a small grateful smile. 'Thank-you', he mouthed. Draco inclined his head.

"So, what's you story?" Blaise asked.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. Do you have any creature blood in you?"

Everyone turned their attention to Draco immediately at this. Crud. This is what Draco got for trying to help someone.

"Harry?"

"The spell is for any secret that wants to be told, but doesn't want to go beyond this room."

"Fine."

Everyone (safe Harry) gasped as Draco dropped his own glamour. Draco's own hair was down to his shoulders as well. He had pointy ears (smaller then Harry's). Draco removed his shirt to reveal iridescent, blue-black scales on his wrists and neck. Deep blue-black wings that reminded you of blue moon night, framed his back.

He didn't look older, but there was a power and majesty and a maturity about him, reinforced by his striking silver and black dragon's eyes.

"My mum's ¼ veela so I don't have as many scales as I should, or a tail. Sorry."

Fangs flashed as Draco open mouthed smirked.

Greg was first to recover enough to ask, "what are you?"

"A kuroyokubo," he replied simply.

"A what?" Pansy and Blaise said at the same time.

"A kuroyokubo," he repeated patiently. "Or I suppose you could call me a k-bo for short if you want," he told them.

"And what is a k-bo?" Blaise demanded.

"It's a type of dragon," Draco dismissed. "It used to only be as big as house elves before growing to human size and they originated in Japan before migrating to the rest of Europe. The name means 'Black Desire' and have the power to bring good luck and wealth to humans by singing."

Everyone was enthralled, Harry however just rolled his eyes. Draco just loved showing off.

"A dragon that brings good luck and wealth?"

Draco could see the wonder shining in Vince's eyes while he and the other humans of the group looked star struck.

"Or, destruction and ruin. It depends I suppose."

That sobered everyone up real quick.

After some time, they nodded their heads as if coming to an agreement.

"Well," Pansy brought everyone's attention back to reality, "I as interesting as all this is, I think we have gotten a little off the original topic. Harry, you said you talked the troll out of killing you, care to explain?"

"It's nothing special really, elves and trolls are like distant cousins. Like fifth or seventh cousins, and because of this we can sort of understand one another. It was a bit fuzzy for the most part, but it was also clear enough that I could muddle through it and convince him to go back to the forest without a fuss and find someone his own size to play with."

Harry quickly glanced at the occupants or the room. Their looks ranged from mild fascination (Pansy) to dull interest (Vince/Greg).

Finally Pansy spoke once more, "It's late and it's been a long day. I think now is a time to say good night, so good night," and with that she left the boys dorm after having Harry and Draco replaced their glamours and Harry took the spell down.

A very angry looking Nott came storming in, grumbling about being locked out of his own room at late hours. They ignored him as they got ready for bed and soon everyone was settled down and sleeping. Well, almost everyone.

Remus fell back onto the bed, flushed and already hard.

Snape leaned over him, his mouth millimeters away from his ear, "strip."

Remus shivered at the sultry tone. Slowly he undid the buttons of his shirt brushing his fingers against his chest and abdomen as he went, hitting the sensitive spots there knowing his moans would excite Snape even more.

"This is your idea of gentle?"

Snape ran his own fingers over the sensitive areas, electing stronger moans from the werewolf. He trialed lower, stopping at Remus' belt, "theses seem to be a bit tight. Should I remedy that?"

Snape slipped one finger over the bulged in Remus' pants to rub slow circles in between the man's legs.

Remus was reduced to whimpers and panting and could only nod helplessly.

"I believe your in the middle of removing your shirt first, correct?"

Remus propped himself up on his elbows to shrugged out of his shirt, disposing of it on the floor.

"Good, boy. Alright then, about these pants."

Soon Remus was as starkers as the day he was born.

"This is a bit unfair, don't you think?"

"What?"

"I'm here in all my glory for you to feast on, but you're still covered."

"You have a point."

Snape took his time undoing the fastenings to his robes, a dark smile on his face as he watching Remus squirm in anticipation.

Bit by bit scarred, milky white skin emerged.

Draco sat up in bed, unable to relax. He was still miffed at Harry for disappearing like that. He had been so scared. Harry didn't have as much practice as he did in using his Creature Blood magic, living across the street from muggles, in a muggle suburb neighbor hood.

He needed to clear his head, take a walk

Even though it was past curfew, Draco didn't worry about being caught. All he had to do was wrap darkness and star and moon light around himself and he'd disappear into the shadows. He wasn't exactly invisible, it was more like a variation of the Notice-Me-Not Charm. A slightly stronger and more effective variation.

The halls were quiet, of course, as Draco wandered the dungeons. That was until his sensitive hearing picked up on the sound of someone moaning near by. It didn't sound like a ghost and Peeves cackled, when he wasn't destroying something. Intrigued, Draco perked up his ears and followed the sounds to a shadowy alcove. Being eleven, Draco's curiosity easily got the better of him.

Tentatively, Draco brushed his hand against the cool stone. As soon as his fingers touched, powerful feelings washed over him. He felt warm, safe. Draco was able to recognize love, trust, and happiness; but there was another, more powerful feeling was mixed in as well. A feeling Draco was unable to name; it was primal, almost animalistic in a way.

It was the warm, safe, happy feelings, the love and trust between the two people in the room hidden behind the wall that pulled at Draco, and he found himself unable to deny his blood. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth, Draco felt the sound being torn from his throat, not that he found he cared. Something of significance was taking place, and Draco could sense something even more monumental was about to take place.

There were no words, the sound was a hauntingly ethereal melody, one very few ever get to hear anymore.

Remus had one hand tangled in the bed sheets while the other gripped the bedpost for dear life as Snape slid in and out of him, hitting his pleasure spot each time. The alteration between deliriously slow, almost torturing, to a sudden hard thrust was driving Remus insane.

"Sevvy, please," Remus gasped out.

"Please what," Snape responded.

"I need release…so bad…please…let me come, now."

Snape loved it when Remus begged like that. Cute was not a word Snape used very often, but when it came to the werewolf below him, Snape couldn't think of a more perfect title. Even more so when he had a light dusting of pink across his face, dilated pupils that gave his eyes a more open look, and was making the kind of noises he was now.

As Remus begged for mercy, both men became aware of an eerily beautiful sound. Both men had the highest marks in most classes, and because of their - circumstances - they knew how to recognize many different 'dark creatures'. It didn't take them more then five seconds to figure out what that sound was and what it meant. Or realize who was outside their rooms.

Both were too close to stop as the Song wrapped around them. Compelled to bring their coupling to conclusion, Snape pounded mercilessly into Remus' prostate, finger securely over his slit to prevent him from coming until Snape was ready. A few more thrusts and both of them were shouting at the top of their lungs. They collapsed onto the bed, chest to back. Snape, being the less exhausted of the two, rolled them onto their sides before he dragged the covers up to their chins.

"Sev?"

"Hm?"

"Are you going to do anything about him being out of bed this late at night?"

Snape sighed heavily, his breath tickling the hair at the back of Remus' neck before answering, "there is nothing I can do without reviling myself or you to him. If I take points away or give him detention, he would know it was us behind the door. It's too risky; He might not be dead you know."

"I know. Besides the last thing we need is for the whole of Hogwarts, and therefore the entire British/Irish/Scottish Wizarding World to know about an ex-Death Eater and a werewolf are spooning. Especially when that ex-Death Eater is the Hogwarts stoic Potions Professor."

Snape groaned at the thought. He cared about Remus, he really did, but he wasn't ready for everybody and their brother to stick their nose in his business. Snape was not a touchy feely, openly bleeding heart kind of man. He would do little things to show Remus that the younger man was more then an occasional fuck - a single red rose on the bedside table in the morning for when Remus woke up, a small stuffed animal set somewhere Remus was bound to come across at some point, or even once or twice a hand written good morning note delivered by owl - but it was all privately or anonymously done. The closest they had come to public affection was a quick kiss hello/goodbye.

It was fine, Remus wasn't that big a public affections kind of man either, even if he was the more affectionate one of the pair, period. They both liked the way their relationship was, theirs. Neither willing to give it up for dissection, securitizing, or condemned.

They fell asleep as the last echoes of the Song drifted away.