Draco And Hermione Fanfiction Possessive Novels & Stories

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

' Struggling I shout to Draco, as he begins to give me full control back. 'Soon, my little mouse. Soon, you will be ours!' Draco says happily.

Draco gently stroked her cheek. “Can I ask why you saved me when my aunt kidnapped me?” Luna asked quietly. “You want to know?” Draco replied, caressing her cheek. Luna nodded. “Y-yes. I want to know, Draco.” Draco kissed her softly, whispering, “Because I’m a selfish man. I don’t like anyone touching what’s mine. Your whole body, even your breath, belongs to me, Luna. Do you understand?” Those possessive words should have frightened Luna, but instead, they brought her a deep sense of peace. She loved the way Draco protected her.

So, John and Bastin and I got to the parade and when we got there we notice that Loki was rolling his eye his parents were ecstatic and Draco was nowhere to be found we went and ask His father and they told us that The Crown Queen and Draco are true mates and they just walked inside to discuss some things we were waiting on you three before we went in because this means Draco will hand the pack to Draco because he will be the Queens Consort this is super exciting his dad said so we walked into the building and Draco and his Mate Destiny were just finishing accepting each other and everyone one around was happy and joyful his parents and Loki walked up to them and her father and his father

They lingered on the carving on her torso. Seeing that word ‘mine’ again goaded Draco. He wanted to touch it so badly. With a mountain of effort, he held himself back. No touching, he told himself. His eyes drifted past her belly button to the patch of soft dark hair on her groin. He loved how sexy she looked. Draco felt his cock rising, brushing over the fly of his breeches. He hungered to bring it out, clutch it before her, and wank it while she watched. Fuck! He moaned inwardly, steeling his spine. No touching, he reminded himself again.

One reason why she had to always be on his side. “I’ve missed you so much my love”, Draco said with a smirk. “I know you can’t live without me. Stop patronizing me”, she replied with a smile. Draco settled her in his lap. They had a lot to catch up on. “Where is she” “Winter pack” “Should we attack now” “No, too much trouble in paradise” “What do you think we should do” “ A little memo would be fine”, she replied with a dark smile. “You know this is why I love you so much. My evil little mate”.

“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.”

She grinned at the baby who was about to smile when fingers threaded into her wild lock as Draco fisted her hair and jerked her face to meet his gaze. "Fiona, tell Finn that you're mine as well," Draco said, a severe deadly expression marring his face. His eyes narrowed and his lips were sealed in a thin line. Wait. What? "No, she's mwine," Finn growled while making a grrrr noise. "She's mine," Draco said with the same enthusiasm as that of a child. Fiona frowned at the grown adult who was acting like a toddler. "I belong to Finn, now let go." She declared curtly, causing Draco's jaw to twitch.

Zergenth also looked at Draco with a sorrowful face. "Tell him, Son. You must have guessed it,” said Zergenth with a sore heart. “Draco? What magic item is inside me?” asked Astrid with a sad look. Draco swallowed hard, then answered softly. "The Heart ... of Magic ... The heart is mine," Draco said as he sobbed. He couldn't accept this harsh reality. To complete his mission means he had to take The Heart of Magic from Astrid's body and killed the only woman he loved.

They would always stand on the truth. Approaching her in the dragon's den, I found Drogo resting upon her massive hoard of treasures. Her eyes met mine, a mix of wisdom and understanding, as if she anticipated my arrival. "Master, it's nice to see you." Her voice echoed through her lair. She was happy to see me indeed. I could feel it. But yesterday's actions said otherwise. She forgot about me totally and focussed more on Freya. My Dragon didn't refute Freya's words when she said her name was masculine, this means she agrees to it.