Draco Harry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Mason said cautiously. If Drake loses his sanity, he is more dangerous than Draco. So he is threading carefully with Drake. Drake didn't let any emotion to show on his face. But he folded his wings back into him and let the healer look at Nyra. 'Mate' the fairy fire called for Drake, making him flicker his eyes and look at Nyra. 'Fairy fire, help Nyra' he pleaded. 'I am trying to. But I cannot saves two lives alone. I need your help' the fairy fire confessed.

His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.

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.

"You look...beautiful," Draco hummed the last part conspiratorially. Edrand understood immediately that Draco was dreaming about her. Growling, he stood in anger. How dare she! He roared inside him, hands gathering into fists. Was she trying to still his man? Edrand wondered, vowing never to let that happen, weaving something in his mind. TBC.

As expected, I watched the hurt in his eyes before it was replaced by pure fury. “I love you Lucia, and I always will. I don’t care what you think or what the Higher Powers are forcing you to think! You are mine and mine only,” he growled, turning into his daemon again. His daemon was incredibly sexy for a daemon and I was tempted to touch him. “Draco, you’re scaring me,” I lied. I wanted him to hold me. “I don’t care,” he lied right back. I wished then that I could tell him just how much I loved him, how I wanted to be with him, but I couldn’t.

Draco let his brother cry. He watched him wail and his heart aches at the sight of his brother. If Finn hadn't saved Fiona. Draco would've been in Dexter's place. Walking over to him Draco crouched down before touching his shoulder. Dexter jerked his hand away crying silently. "Come here," Draco said, trying to hold him again but Dexter pushed him. "Get away from me!" Dexter growled, landing a solid punch at Draco making him fall back.

It was like when Aurora wanted to come along too to the dragon kingdom except there was no unborn child to protect. “I am part of this war, Drake. And not even you get to take that from me.” she said, looking at him dead in the eyes as she spoke. Drake looked at her for a long time and then he sighed defeatedly, “Fine, but you stay close to me at all times” Elaina smiled and nodded, “Wouldn't have it any other way”

Helen said in laughter. "Sorry about that," I said with a warm smile. " I know you hate Freya just as much as I do, so I'm striking a deal with you" I continued. " How then will that selfish deal of yours benefit me?" Helen said glaring at me. "It's alright, let's make it a deal. I'll help you get back with the dragon prince. In return you will do the same with your brother" she said. The moment I heard it, I was so shocked. I wasn't expecting that. I think I have to agree with what she said.

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.

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—