Best Draco And Hermione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He's not someone to joke with his health, but first, he would discuss it with his friend. ******** Meanwhile, as soon as Drake stepped out of the room and shut the door, his cat had slowly transformed into a very beautiful lady with glowing brown skin. Her brown mane reached down to her waist, shining beautifully, just like her skin. It was the same lady that goes around with the priest to recruit their kind to fight against Morgana and the rest of the royal family. The same girl turning everything upside down and effortlessly ruining people with her schemes. The one that caused Morgana to be living as a maid. The one that betrayed her.

A tall, commanding figure strode into the hall, backlit by the open doors. Draco! He was not only alive; he had returned in triumph! The room went dead silent. Amelia, who had been gloating just seconds ago, froze mid-smile and let out a scream as if she'd seen a ghost. "No! Impossible! How can you be alive? You were supposed to die in the North!" Draco never spared her a glance. He came straight to me, and the cold distance in his eyes melted into aching tenderness. He crushed me to his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "Elena, I'm back. I won."

The slight bulge of my stomach, "One day the older dragon met a devil, and he decided he wanted another pet. By this time though, the older dragon had woman with him. She was beautiful and the young dragon was very taken with her." Louis motioned for me to sit back down as he trailed his hands lower, skimming his fingers along my hips as he moved back grabbing my foot and pulling it up so I had to lean back. "The young dragon and the woman had fallen in love, she wasn't a dragon but he didn't care. I loved her." His eyes met mine and it was like the story he was telling fell away, "I loved her and I couldn't keep her safe." "Louis-"

It was explained to me that Brea would need Leon, as he was possibly her mate—but until she forgave him, there was nothing we could do. When we were finally left alone, Draco lifted me from the floor and set me on the tall counter that separated the kitchen from the dining table. His hands lingered under my shirt, sending sparks racing through my body. “I can’t wait until you get your wolf, baby girl,” he murmured, stepping between my legs and kissing me hungrily. His tongue tangled with mine, fighting for dominance until I surrendered. He squeezed one of my breasts under my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sensation was intoxicating.

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th

"We are not separate. He, you, and I... we are a single flame in the dark." Zade's face tightened. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from the dragon. His grip was tight, almost painful, but he didn't let go. "Don't immerse yourself in him too deeply," he hissed in my ear. "He is a predator. If you forget who he is and who you are, he will consume you." "Maybe you're just afraid that he knows me better than you ever will," I looked deep into his eyes. Zade's gaze darkened. We stood there in the dawn light, in the shadow of the massive dragon, and the tension between us practically sparked. In this moment, there was no prince and thief. We were just two people, inseparably b

Despite being held by Draco, she felt like she was going to collapse. Draco leaned in close to her, their faces were inches apart. In fact, the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his labored breathing and the scent of his breath, a mix of mint and liquor. His face remained emotionless, even as her piercing gaze bore into him.

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

Aspen says. “I feel the same way, Aspen. I am in love with you. I have known since the day in the water that you were the one for me,” I say. Draco spoils our tender moment as he comes back into the room. “If you two are through with this moment you are having, we need to work out a plan to go get Deanne; come on. I swear the two of you cannot keep your hands off each other. You two will be having some of those tribrid babies before long,” Draco says.

“No I…I…” Draco sighed, reluctantly reaching forward to swipe the sweaty hair that stuck to her forehead aside. “You look just like Victoria, you really are her daughter…your nose, your hair, your lips…the only thing that resembles either me or my brother are your eyes. I might’ve pretended to hate them for my own petty reasons, but I really did love them both and just hearing about their death pains me, so I couldn’t imagine how you feel about it, but Denae…you’re the last piece of them that is left. I will not let you die. For the sake of my brother and for my mate, I will protect you until I die.”