Draco And Hermione Novels & Stories

Even Jaka can feel it. “Cyra, what is it?” I ask her, keeping my tone even when she looks at me with tears in her eyes. “Baby, what is it?” I ask her, becoming worried now when she looks from me to the realm and I follow her gaze. “Son of a …” I stand with Cyra in my arms and move close to the balcony and see dragons moving in their dragon forms towards the portal and blocking it. For fuck’s sake.

He was flustered. Before I could answer, a deep, resonant voice cut through the air. “Avery.” It was Draco. He was no longer at the podium. He was walking towards us, his strides long and deliberate. His eyes were dark, almost black, fixed solely on me. Mark visibly gulped, shrinking back. Draco stopped inches from me, his presence overwhelming. He ignored Mark completely. His gaze bored into mine, a silent, furious conversation passing between us. His jaw was tight.

The gruesome scene made me shudder. Inside, Marina was unaware of what was happening. She called out weakly, "Darling, how is our baby? Is he adorable? Bring him to me." Her words pushed Horace over the edge. She'd played him for a fool. The Dragon King flicked his sleeve and left in a huff. Mortified, Horace grabbed his sword and charged into Marina's room. I followed, ready to block her if she tried to flee. The room stank of blood. Marina lay there, a skeletal husk, clinging to life.

she spats. I jerk back in my seat at her hateful tone. My eyes shimmer with tears at her quick dismissal of me. "I am not after your coin. I do not need it. I love Draco because of who he is not for what he can give me" I say with angry tears in my voice.

I boomed. I walk out of the entrance, to the porch, find Sabrina, Moira, and a young man behind them. Moira ran to hug me, and my anger estinguished just as fast. Then my gaze turned to the boy as his eyes shifted to mine. The air around him visibly thicker with the strong aura he leaked, any completed wolf will easily realize that he is an alpha. "Pop, this is Drake," said Moira. The boy took few step forward and hold my hand to me. I shake that strong grip. "Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate."

The girl who had reached out her hand was standing exactly where she had been standing, frozen, her sleeve already smoking, her mouth open. She was going to die. Something in my body unstuck. Crossing the floor was a blur. My arm hooked under hers, her breath was wet against my shoulder, the heat came through the side of my dress. I dragged her sideways into the cleared edge of the chamber and shoved her down behind a low stone trough. Then the dragon saw me. Its head came up off the floor. The yellow eyes locked on mine, and for one long second the chamber went still. Even the fire seemed to hold itself in place.

What was this feeling? She stretched her glowing arm forward and I reached out to grab it. "It will be painful, but, let me out and you shall live." I nodded, entranced, before realizing what she had said. I blinked right before our fingers could touch and hesitated. "Painful? What will be?" I asked, puzzled. "Your shift." She said in a musical tone that trapped me again. "Drakkon. He calls." She sighed in yearning and anger. "Who is Drakkon?" I asked, mesmerized by her glacial eyes that seemed to see me. All of who I was.

And now, I had even more reason not to. "Why do you care?" I asked Draco, my gaze narrowing slightly. He smirked, tilting his head as if the answer was obvious. "Well, I suppose it’s now us against the Nine. Anything to help each other," he said with a casual shrug. Before I could respond, a presence approached—his sister. She moved with an effortless grace, her warm smile disarming. Draco pulled her close, his arm around her shoulder in a protective, almost possessive way.

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

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.