Draco Hermione Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Only a dragon would think to use bondage to satisfy a wolf's heat." "As you know, my dear, dragons are excellent lovers." "I do know that." "To be honest, it was a last resort. You just about killed me, baby." "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was in heat or I would've warned you." He kissed the top of her head and she snuggled into him. They both drifted into a peaceful, much-needed sleep. Drake knew things would alright from here on out and if it was always like this, he would need stamina training along with some cardio to be able to keep up with her.

' he thought with suspicion. 'Can she be my mate?' hope bloomed in his heart. Looking back, everything makes sense now. His restlessness when she is in trouble. His body's reaction to her touch. His constant itch to stay with her. 'Please let her be my mate' his dragon muttered inside his head. 'Drake, find out when and why she came to the Hamilton mansion' his dragon reminded him. His dragon, Drakos, is a part of him and is very excited to find our mate.

I was about to slip out when Greg caught me by the arm. “Loriah,” he said firmly, eyes serious. “I’m telling you this as a friend. Don’t let Draco break your heart.” I frowned. “Greg, I think I’m old enough to know what I’m doing.” Before he could answer, Draco appeared like a storm, his presence filling the room. His gaze dropped to Greg’s hand still circling my arm. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. I swore he snarled before he shoved Greg back.

"Will you stay with me no matter what?" "How can you ask that?" I turned her in my arms so that she could see the depth of my sincerity. "There is nothing that you could have done that would make me love you less." "Don't make promises you cannot keep, Orion Daax," her gaze was piercing and far too mature for a dragon not quite 50. Her eyes tell the story of a drakaina who has seen three times the life she has, all of it hard and dark. "I have done some terrible things. Unforgivable things."

" This big brother looks so strong" Little Zephyr whispered to 54 " He looks like he's here for a fight" The duo sized each other up and Venom didn't bother hiding the hostility on his face, his deep brown eyes clashed into Draco's glittering green ones. Wordlessly, Draco pulled Erada closer to himself and he draped a hand over her shoulder, the slight action almost drove him over the edge. Erada glanced at Draco and Venom and she wondered why the tension in the room was suddenly so thick, she cleared her throat.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

“Look, just leave. I need to freshen up and rest.” Draco nodded in understanding. “That’s alright. Then I’ll send someone to escort you back down so we can proceed with the signing.” “Okay,” I waved a hand in dismissal. But instead of leaving, he just stood there and spread his arms. I frowned. “What now?” Draco smiled like a child staring at a piece of candy he’d been waiting for. “Won’t you give your dear husband a hug? I might get lonely waiting for you downstairs.” His smile twisted into a devilish smirk. “Or maybe you want me to join you in the shower…”

There’s a way for us to get past that, a way that she could always understand me and I would know exactly what she was thinking all the time. If I submitted to her, I’d become her dragon. She already calls me her dragon, so I know she wants me. She’d be my rider and no one could ever tear us apart, not the Mean Ones and not Ancalagon. The thought of the dragon who calls himself my brother sends waves of jealousy flowing through me. I know he’s more beautiful than I am, more powerful, and I had seen the way Jewels felt the draw to him. She had been immune to his Alpha aura, probably because she has her own. But like everything else, she doesn’t know it yet. But she will. I can help her with t

she asked. “Sure,” Jake replied,” I don’t mind, it actually belongs to the house". He said,smiling at Ruke, who did not look happy with the thought of hermione going for a swim in his brother’s pool. “Thanks” Hermione replied gratefully. She started walking back to her seat. She suddenly slipped and would have toppled over if Ruke had not caught her swiftly,as she was closer to him. They both felt the tingly feeling, as their bodies touched and hermione blushed so obviously, that Raphael couldn’t hide his grin, which further embarrassed hermione.

She gives the impression that she is completely overcome with feelings, but really, she is quite satisfied with the fact that the alpha is gradually realizing her value as a slave breeder. "It's probably your heir," they said. She stopped, and it was clear that she was at a loss for words. She cleared her throat and swallowed the lump that was there. She stutters, "O-obviously, your heir should look exactly like you," which is what she means to say. Emily is constantly aware that Drake is observing her every move and reaction. He imagined what their life might be like in the not-too-distant future with a smirk on his face. Drake countered with the statement, "But I want my hair to look exact