A Second Look Dramione Novels & Stories

Raven’s eyes slowly part open, her head throbbing and her body aching all over. She groans as her eyes fully open only to squint them and wince from the blinding lights and how it makes her head throb even more. “Finally, sleeping beauty rises.” The sound of a lady’s voice makes her eyes snap open as she recognises it, her heart racing accordingly. She stares wide eyed at the lady. It’s the lady from the club with Draco. The one that he kissed. The memory immediately makes her frown, her heart feeling mild pain and she pushes the thought away.

The kiss that almost happened lingered in the air like a living thing. Waiting. Neither seemed willing to be the first to step away. Then reality finally won. Barely. Lyra released a slow breath and leaned back first. Her silver eyes remained fixed on his. Something vulnerable still lingered there. Something she rarely allowed anyone to see. Something Nyxar suspected she’d regret showing once the night ended. His chest tightened. Because he already knew he would remember it forever. Another knock. “Should I assume you’re both alive?” Ekreth called.

LUCIA Still 18 years ago... I woke up to a sound of something breaking. I looked to my side to find that Draco wasn’t there. I stood up and went looking for him, only to be shocked. There, standing in the living room, was the biggest daemon I had yet to see, but that’s not what shocked me. When he looked at me, I instantly knew that it was Draco. He was a daemon, and not just any daemon, the MAIN daemon; the Dark Lord.

Her gaze drifted slowly back toward the half-closed laptop sitting on the desk. Behind that screen waited hundreds of photographs. Among them waited the woman she couldn't stop looking at. For the first time since all of this had begun, Nora wondered if love was always meant to arrive so beautifully—and leave behind so much heartbreak.

he said and he winked at me. After Dracula, we watched Twilight where Jane threw another enormous amount of jokes around, mostly about sparkly stuff, mind reading and predicting the future and after we put on Underworld. “I'm going to be like Selene with my ex-boyfriend when I see him. Oh, and actually also your ex-boyfriend Tris,“ Jane said, nudging me in the shoulder. I turned to her with wide eyes. “We're sharing the same ex-boyfriend,“ I said with a shocked expression. “Enough about ex-boyfriends,“ Damon snapped. Jane rolled her eyes at me and focused on the tv again.

I sat up, using my hands to support myself, I was higher and could see Arya’s face well enough. Chamberlin cleared his throat like I did, last week when I read to him. “Once upon a time there was…” and so he trailed off. Arya slightly turned and we coincidentally locked gaze. She stared at me for a while until she looked away. I could swear I saw a blush. By the time we turned our attention back on Chamberlin, he was already sleeping.

I hear my mother clear her throat and my father whistle at her as the first female comes into view. I hear Amphion gasp as the pretty little witch comes into view wearing a sky blue ballgown. Her blonde curls are styled up into a smart updo with some falling loose around her face. Diona’s cheeks are red as we all stand staring up at the witch. She is a completely different person to the one who was in the hospital two days ago. Her eyes never leave my Beta, and his are glued to her as he steps forward. I hope whatever is going on with them doesn't leave either heart broken because no matter what they say these two are definitely into each other.

"Come in, Lyra." Lyra cautiously stepped in but still stood at a distance from me. Her head was bent, and she was obviously flustered. My eyes moved to Damon, and I saw that he still lingered where he was standing for a moment longer, his eyes flickering between a now visibly flustered Lyra and me. Then he gave me one last low smirk, slow like a promise. "See you at the ritual." And with that, he was gone. Lyra practically exhaled in relief once he left. "Moon above," she whispered as I got out of bed. "Why does he always look like he just walked out of a forbidden fantasy novel?"

She felt her stupid heart flutter as the light caught his ebony curls, turning it to burnished gold, his green orbs twinkling with delight as he practically charmed the socks of his latest prey. Suddenly, as if feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped to hers, their gazes meeting. Marco Vitale's gorgeous eyes, usually alight with cunning, darkened with genuine hunger as he caught sight of her. He bit his lip and immediately flame licked down her spine. Dismissing his quarry like a child would their toy, he moved through the throng of guests – politicians, businessmen, and the shadowed figures that comprised their world – with a predator's grace, his focus solely on her.

Author's POV Damon looked at Maya who was looking at him with a disapproving look. "What are you doing here?" Damon turned towards her. "I haven't seen her since morning!" "I think you are in front of the wrong room... Durga's room is there!" She replied sternly. Damon frowned at her. "I was not talking about Durga" He turned to leave. "Mira can be your infatuation, Damon but not destiny!" She said and he stopped in his place with the smirk.