Draco Harry Fanfic Novels & Stories

Draco yells. "Me, what about me. I am just nothing. I am not unique in any way whatsoever," I say. Draco stomps his foot and has a tantrum. He throws his hands around like a child. Then looks at me and points both hands at me. "Yes, you are. I cannot believe you have not figured it out yet, Angela. You are special," Draco says to me.

The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress. "Enough," Draco growled. The sound was deep, vibrating against my back as he effortlessly hoisted me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. The world tilted violently... the room, the brothers, the opulent lighting all spinning into a blur. "Draco!" Daemon laughed, though there was a frantic edge of surprise in his tone. "Don't be such a miserable bastard. She was just getting to the fun part." "I am finished with the pleasantries," Draco bit out, his voice a low, terrifying rasp that sent a jolt of genuine fear... and something far more complicated, straight to my core.

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

She bit Draco's lips hard enough to draw blood and the latter pulled away with a hiss, smirking and wiping the blood dripping from his lips. "I'm your cousin's fiancè. This isn't right!" Farrah snapped at him and glared at the man. "Then you should have resisted me harder, princess. Seems to me like you like it as well." Draco said smugly, stepping forward again and Farrah couldn't take herself to run away. Was it fear numbing her body or was it willingness?

It was time to change partners and as usual the fate had to test me. "Hey pretty doll?" Drake's hand went down to my waist and pressed me closer to his body. "I always knew that dress would look perfect on you.I feel like I could rip it out right now..." "You don't look bad yourself Drake Harrison" "If you plan is to make me hate Ian more the it's working.Lucky him I don't want to get my knuckles bloody tonight." He sneered. "You don't own me.I was about to kiss him when the MC requested we change partners..."

I raise my shoulders at her. "You met him already? Who is it? Wait, I don't understand. That asshole cheated on you?" Jodie went from happy to murder in five seconds. "Jeez, relax. I guess, I did meet him. I have no idea who it is. My mother says that my dragon will tell me. She just hasn't spoken to me yet." I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out the door. "It kind of makes sense why your dragon hasn't spoken to you. We get our dragons young, so they learn and grow with us. At this stage, your dragon is still a baby. I think she still has to learn to talk I guess." I look at her in utter disbelief.

~ Rayna ~ All the pieces of the puzzle finally fitted into place. The clues I got from the very first moment Mr. Windstorm and I met to the present all suggested him as the dragon. I would be stupid if I didn't figure that out this early in my employment with him. It was a mind-blowing revelation, and honestly, I was still coming to terms with it, but I was sure of one thing: I wanted to see this dragon change into the man I desired: the real Axel Windstorm. The one who claimed me as his mate.

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

He could tell that already that she and her dragon’s personalities were becoming one, she radiated a confidence that he found incredibly alluring. As Achilles finally reached the clearing, he saw Seraphina’s dragon sat waiting for him, a cunning look on her face. He shifted back into his Vampire form and strolled naked over towards Seraphina, he saw her dragon’s eyes moved to his crotch and heard her loud gulp. Achilles laughed out loud, the melodic sound ringing off of the walls of the garden. He stretched out a hand and stroked her softly, marvelling at the feel of her silky-smooth dragon skin. He was surprised to learn that she felt warm, incredibly warm, almost as if the sun was inside h

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”.