Does Draco Malfoy Like Me Novels & Stories

“Besides, I didn’t like the way she spoke of you. If you never learned how to ride horses, it’s not entirely your fault. It’s their incapacity to let you experience everything they let Felicity experience.” If I woke up today knowing I love Draco, at this moment, I knew that I would never love anyone as much as him. He might be a villain to someone else, but not for me. He would always be my hero and the victim of a cruel game that fate played on us. I wish I could tell him everything. And I wish he would believe me. What chance do I have when they have proof of a bond between them while all I have is my word? —-----------------

After this, she hated him to the core. With shaking fingers, she tapped on the screen and sent a text. “What do you want? Money?” Malfoy Zacob, with a burning cigar between his fingers, chuckled when he saw the response on his phone. “Offering me money, how cute.” This response overjoyed him. He was now 100% sure he had found the one he had been searching for. “Baby girl, the one I want is you.”

I stated, an evil grin crawling to the corner of my lips. The happiness I felt from the thoughts of just tormenting his life in return was enough to make my stay worth it. Either we kill each other or resolve the mystery of my parents’ deaths amicably. One of these will eventually happen and I am prepared for any of the options. **** AMY’S POV I could not hold my feelings for Draco any longer. He and everyone in the palace had known for several months that I liked him and would do anything to make him mine, so it was not a big deal for me to profess my love for him that night.

"You keep mistaking this for a choice." His gaze held mine, unblinking. "It is not." My breath caught as my gaze dropped to the floor. I could not understand his obsession with me. Even with all my resistance, all my sharp words and rejection, he refused to back down. "What do you want from me, Draco?" I whispered. "Isn't it obvious what I want?" he murmured, his voice lowering. "I want you. Not pieces of you. Not the version you show the world." He leaned in slightly, his presence suffocating in the most dangerous way.

Hope suddenly shimmered in his expression, softening his usual steel composure. But it didn’t last. The smile faded as quickly as it came. He set the glass down with a heavy thud. “She hates me, Draco. Has been at Harvard. Every time we crossed paths, she looked at me like I was poison. And I can’t blame her. I’ve never been good at…” He shook his head. “At this. At people.” I leaned back, running a hand over my face. “Loriah won’t even look me in the eye without wanting to bolt. Seems the Goddess has a twisted sense of humor.”

His red eyes were glowing and I knew I was in trouble. “I do love you Draco, but you can’t expect me to turn evil for you!” I replied. “Evil? Is that all you think of me?” he growled out. “You’re the Dark Lord! It doesn’t matter what the hell I think about you!” I said before going back to the bedroom.

"Believe it, Mel. It's true and I've known this truth for a long time." My head banged like it was struck by an invisible rod. Did he already know about it? Since a very long time? How? Why didn't he say anything? I looked at everyone in the room and blinked repeatedly, pinching myself at the same time to be sure that I just heard that, and that it was not my imagination. "But...." "Malfoy and I love you regardless of how you came to this world," Malcolm added as he squeezed my hand. Malfoy knows too?

I raised an eyebrow at his nosiness. "Why do you even care?" "Is he courting you?" he asked again. I let out a deep sigh and answered him. "Yes." His expression changed instantly. His gaze deepened, and even his fists clenched tightly. Was he angry? "What’s with that reaction?" I snapped at him. "When did he start courting you? Do you like him? Does he have a chance at your heart? Tell me, Mathia," he pressed, relentless with his questions. "Draken—I mean, Sir Draken, mind your own business. Don’t get involved in my life because I don’t care about yours. I’m just here to work and nothing more," I explained firmly.

“I like your stubble, Draco.” “All women like my stubble.” Luna’s face fell. “I bet a lot of women are crazy about you.” “I have to admit, yes.” Draco paused and nipped at Luna’s lips. “But I don’t like any of them.” “Really?” Luna’s eyes lit up. “You don’t like the women who chase after you?” Draco caressed her cheek. “I don’t like them.” Luna bit her lower lip. “C-can I know who you do like?”

When she glanced up again, she found his eyes on her. He didn’t bother to hide it. For a long time, neither of them spoke. It was as if any word would shatter the fragile quiet holding the room together. Then, finally—softly, unexpectedly—he broke it. “He likes me.” Her brow furrowed slightly. “Who?” He didn’t hesitate. “Draco.” The name fell from his lips so simply, yet it hit her like a physical blow. She froze, glass halfway to her mouth. His gaze didn’t waver. It wasn’t the hardened stare of the man who led armies, who gave orders that decided life or death. It was something else—vulnerable, uncertain, almost… afraid.