Best Draco And Hermione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My mind started racing again. Could he be telling the truth? Could they really be gone? No. I shook the thought off, refusing to even entertain it. I’d feel it. Especially if something happened to Rhea. We were sisters, and while we didn’t share a mate bond, we were bound by blood. By something deeper. I’d feel it if she was gone. I had to believe that. Now is not the time to fight ourselves,” Draco said suddenly, dragging his gaze between me and Darius but never meeting Darius’s eyes. Pathetic. “Now is the time to come together. To protect what’s left of our kind.”

“Maeve that’s enough. Let them go.” The sound of her voice had his whole body shuddering. “Sweetheart,” He whispered softly now wanted to startle her. She turned slightly, her beautiful green eyes shifting to gold as she saw him and her dragon came to the surface. “Rook” it was a soft whisper filled with worry as a scream from the witch and a sudden flare of heat broke their gaze and turned their attention to the witch. They watched as she slumped down and the flames flared out of control.

Valmore nodded, accepting what Mallik just said. "We only know about fairy drifters, we don't know about the dragons. Dragons are a race born in fairy, so it must be true. Only drifters have the ability to see us, so it must be true. It must be that Dragon drifter who tripped the drifter sensor" Valmore agreed. Mallik thought the same thing. "It's not the only thing I came across this time. I heard gossip that this dragon drifter's mate looks like the late princess Catherina and she must be Catherina's missing daughter" Mallik shared about the gossip that the entire summer realm is whispering about.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

How dare he! I am not his. I can never be. I am my own person. The strongest creature in the universe, the most powerful wizard/warlock in the whole world who can do whatever he wants. I have all the right to love and choose the one I want to be with, like any other Warlock/Wizard. My chosen one, bonded one which can only be one person, Daniel. My Daniel and no one else. No matter how handsome, hot, sexy, and strong they are.

Draco asked as he got up from the table and walked over to Marius. He walked in front of his brother and leaned close, so close their noses touched. "You hate her more than I do, so why are you hesitating?" His smirk turned to a wicked grin. “I had eyes on her first and you've always liked princess perfection here because she's non problematic. Why are you causing issues now?" As Draco relentlessly baited his brother, I looked at Teresa whose expression switched to dread and she backed away. Worried, I walked to Marius’s front and flinched when I saw the look in his eyes, and Draco kept provoking him.