Draco And Ron Novels & Stories

It was a sign of mourning that they carried around, all along the mourning period. Draco was next to the pyre, his face a mask of stoicism, but I could sense the deep pain and sorrow that he was trying to hide. He was the Dragon King, feared by all, but today, he looked like a broken man. His little son, Damian, was standing beside him, his tiny hand clutched tightly in Draco's grasp. I could see the grief etched on his face, and he kept reaching out for his foster mother, who was no longer there to hold 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

he finally asks after seeing no signs of injuries. “I need a drink and I'm sure there are more important people here we should meet?” Raven peers at Royce, half rolling her eyes at him and Royce smirks, curling his hand around her waist. “As you wish.” Draco's jaw clenches as the couple walks away, a mix of anger and frustration boiling inside him. If only Raven knew what kind of snake Royce is. “What was that about?” Carla asks beside him. “I need a drink,” he replies coldly, peeling away from her and he strides towards the bar instead.

“Mating bonds are never wrong. Do you know why you found me where you did? I had to walk away to keep from tearing that little prick’s throat out.” “Drake, I…” “I know. Talk for another time.” “I won’t lose you, will I.” “Never.” Drake went silent as an eerie feeling settled over the entire town and everyone was on edge. Drake and Aurora went to the door and followed the feeling. In the center by the tables stood the fiercest looking men Drake had ever seen. Before he had time to react to them, Aurora flung herself at them. “Uncle Dominik!” “My darling niece. How are we?”

She giggled and kissed him on the snout. One of the maids, realizing she was naked, quickly covered her with a tablecloth. Cory’s mother ran and wrapped another one around his waist. They were both too caught up in adrenaline to notice. The couple laughed and hugged each other. The battle was over. Two Rogue dragons flew away, carrying their seriously injured king.

His former favorite is in tears, happiness mixed with relief as she points towards Astrid. "Dracos called for him..." Astrid confirms and from the room’s surprised mumbles can be heard. The little prince is too young to have a connection with the dragon. Or so it should be. Loras stares at Astrid for a second, like he can't process the information, but in the end, he lets out a sigh of relief and gets up. Once no longer under the fists of the king, Lord Connrad coughs a mouthful of blood. He tries to get up but manages only to crawl into a somehow standing position, supporting his weight on one of his allies.

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

Draco muttered. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. “Zara, I don't see Jamie and Theon,” Lia whispered, trembling, and I glanced up to meet Draco's gaze, mustering a little courage that I didn't know I have. “Draco, where are my men? Jamie and Theon." Draco chuckled. “I thought you'd never ask. Theon is right here,” he announced, raising a human head, with blood trickling from it.

‘I didn’t sleep with her but I know for a fact that they did, ask them where she is. Draco moved toward them, his eyes glistened with pleasure, he had long desired these two pretty boys, but never been able to trap them, he was going to enjoy this. They had one chance to run and get away from the Dragon Shifter but they chose to stand up to him, ‘He’s talking through his ass Draco, surely you do not believe him?’ Castiel muttered as they refused to back down ‘Is that so?’ Draco sneered, ’Seems to me someone fighting for his life would be highly unlikely to lie don’t you think?’

My hand instinctively slid to the box tucked inside my coat. Let them stare. Let them wonder. They were late to the truth. But I’d been living in it long enough. “Luna Selene.” Draco said it like it cost him something. His voice caught around the words, shame thick in the back of his throat. He looked like he was about to say something else—maybe something half-useful for once—but then the door to the meeting hall slammed open. A guard stumbled in, barely catching himself. His chest heaved, eyes wide. “Rogues,” he gasped, breath broken and shallow. “Coming—fast.”