Draco And Hermione Fan Art Novels & Stories

He flipped one open, scanning the lines of text, but his eyes weren’t really reading. Every few moments, his gaze drifted toward the couch—toward her. And each time, he told himself it meant nothing. That it was just habit. Instinct. But his jaw tightened anyway. Elena knelt on the rug, watching Draco’s small hands move with careful concentration. He had drawn a house first—crooked but detailed, with a little chimney puffing smoke. Now he was adding people. “That’s you,” he said, pointing to a stick figure with long hair. “And that’s me.”

Draco. His mind was made up. He would go for what he wanted. Her. Draco had sworn to himself that the gods would never stand in his way of loving this female. She gave him a second chance at love after saving his life. Draco would stop at nothing in showing her truly what it meant to be his. He loved the way her thighs pressed around his armor-clad thighs. Her mint-scented breath wafted over his helmet. "Are you..." She began, but he cut her off.

'Me too' Drakos, his dragon chimed. 'But don't forget her greed is the reason you found a girl who is making you feel crazy for her, even before you recognized her as our mate. We found all the other women before her are bland and boring. Their strong perfumes and a ton of makeup on their plastic faces used to make me gag. Our Mate is pure, naturally beautiful, and innocent. We are blessed' Drakos reasoned with him. 'You are right. I am already crazy for our mate' Drake agreed with his dragon.

I was so lost in the sensations that I was feeling I’d failed to notice that the group had ended their reunion and turned to us. “Sera?” I only regained my senses after Max called out to me. A flush of heat crept up to my cheeks as I looked up to find four pairs of eyes watching us curiously. Draco was unfazed by the situation and reached out his hand, offering a handshake to Max. “Hi, I’m Draco Macer, Alpha of the Silva Moon Pack and Sera’s second-chance mate. Nice to meet you, Max,” Draco said, sounding so confident and imposing.

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

Over his broad shoulders, I saw Draco with Harmona in his arms. He was still lying down on the floor, but he had tucked Harmona into his chest, her face pressed to his jacket and his free hand covering her ears so that nothing could reach her. Not the sight, nor the sound. “Draco! Harmona!” I rushed past Alistair, past the bodies on the floor and knelt down next to Draco’s form. “Is she okay? Can you stand?” “Yes.” Draco nodded his head, loosening his grip on Harmona before he placed his head on the ground in exhaustion. “Yes…”

Fiona stroked some cream on his nose as he stared at it with both eyes looking so adorable and the next thing he did the same to Fiona making her gasp. Draco burst into laughter. She didn't let him kiss her cause it'll ruin her makeup and Finlay ruined it for her. Fiona took some cream on her fingers and caressed Draco's cheek with it causing him to freeze. Everyone is still in shock as to what she has done. "You little," Draco touched the cream, and the next thing he ran after her as she sprinted through the Hall. Her laughter echoed in the huge place as everyone laughed and watched them in awe. Draco caught her and twirled her around as she laughed.

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.

Draco said and Damien immediately turned to look at him with a confused expression on his face. Draco let out a small laugh. “You should have seen your face when you talked about Kira. Your face literally lit up ten times more the second you started to talk about her,” he said to his friend. Draco cleared his throat as he moved closer to Damien. “Listen Damien, I know what I'm gonna say is gonna sound very cheesy and all but I've seen the way you look at Kira and I've also seen the way she looks at you. You both used to be like fire and ice at one point and now, you're both just able to melt at each other’s gaze. I remember when I found out that your cousin was my mate,” Draco chuckled as he

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h