Draco Harry Fanfic Novels & Stories

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 slithered up to Alec and placed one her one hand on his head and the other on his heart, closing her eyes she started to see into Alec’s mind and heart, he was pure at heart and logical with thinking… he carried a light within him despite all the darkness around his life; his light burned brighter now with Nuri in his life, she then knew what archdragons she would make him. A light emitted from her hands and a glow radiated around Alec as he slowly levitated, his body started to take the shape of a dragon, A magnificent black dragon, with lightening blue eyes. Alec’s dragon body came down to the ground he was breathing heavy. Drakina motioned for Nuri to go to Alec, Nuri who was watching

He whirls at my words and grabs my hand tightly in his own. "Draco is in love with the girl. He was finally happy and looking forward to the future instead of just going through the motion. You expect me to agree with what you did. After everything we have been through you would deny him love. You betrayed me and went behind my back to do it" he rages in my face. I bow my head to his anger as he grasps my hand.

Finlay said looking at Draco with big adorable eyes then his gaze glided down to Draco's arms around Fiona's waist and he pushed it away as he sat on the slab. "My Fina," Finlay said with a pout and narrowed eyes causing Draco to stare at him dumbfounded while Fiona tried her best to suppress her laugh. "Of course, I'm your Fina," She mused, taking Finlay in her arms as she pecked his cheek and Draco watched them, sulking with a poker face. "I couldn't wait for you to grow up and find the love of your life, then I'll take my revenge," Draco said to the kid who blinked at him innocently before pouting and possessively wrapping his arms around Fiona's neck making her chuckle at their tactics.

I tried to clench my legs, to think about anything other than the ravenous hunger burning within his eyes, but it was damn near impossible. Draco yanked my t-shirt up with a snarl. Before I could release my yelp, he pressed his nose to the front of my panties, inhaling deeply. Out of options, I threaded my fingers through his hair with the intent to cause him pain, hoping it would jolt him out of his stupor. Just as I tugged, his tongue emerged and paved a path straight up my slit. A growl that was nothing short of satisfied, tore past his lips.

Draco says. “There is no doubt in my mind that we love each other. Is that enough?” I ask him. “Of course, it is enough. I will love you until the end of time,” Draco says. “What is it that you want from me?” I ask him. “I want you to be my wife. I want you to be my partner in life. I want us to be together forever,” Draco says. “I am your partner and we will always be together. I just don’t want to feel owned by someone ever again,” I say.

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.

"This is madness! Madness I say!" The wind beat around them harshly, but no reply came from any of his companions. Not Wraya, nor Stefanos. "Are you even listening to me!?" "Keep screaming and one day you will speak sense." Stefanos replied calmly, sitting with all his elegance on top of Wraya and the complete opposite of his companion. Draco fumed, feeling his anger rising, but the nervousness getting the best of it. "I hate you." "The feeling is mutual."

I don't hate him but …but I fear him. Draco was a storm I lived inside of. A beautiful, wild storm that left bruises on my skin and silence in my soul. He touched me like I was his obsession, his muse, his conquest but never his equal. Not once did he ask if I was happy. Not once did he care if I bled beneath the diamonds he gifted.

Nigel offered. Draco fell silent, his eyes sharp as he heard the name. ‘Danny Fergie’—a name Draco never wanted to hear. A name that fueled a burning hatred within him. Hatred, vengeance, and anger all fused together. He remembered the painful events he could never forget. “Let the old man meet me. I want to know what he wants,” Draco replied, his tone barely containing his emotions. Nigel nodded respectfully. ***