Draco Hermione Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

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.

We headed to Valmore Enterprises in silence, we didn't know what to say or what to expect when we saw him, but I, for one thing, could not wait to see him despite everything. We entered the building and Lora's hand was in mine and we saw a lot of our allies and Roman's men. Our sons went to mingle and then I saw Drax with a beautiful dark skin Fae woman on his arm. I was jealous, he leaned in and kissed her and I realized it was his girlfriend, I remembered her from a magazine article that they lived together. Drax looked so handsome in his suit and although his face looked different, I could sense it was him, I felt drawn to him and my wolf said, "Mate, he is still our mate," and my heart f

He growled, pinning her down there with a territorial look in his eyes. Jack seethed lunging for a punch. His fist struck Draco, sending him backwards as he yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” “Jack!” Kyra’s voice broke as tears filled her eyes. “Stop it! You’re scaring me.” Jace’s eyes softened when he senses her beginning to get really upset. With a silent curse, he cradles her head against his chest, blocking her eyes from seeing the fight. “Fuck, Kyra. Why can’t you understand that Draco wants to steal you from us. He’s just pretending to be your friend because he hates us.”

“Damon never treated me like his mate. I was nothing more than a pawn to him. With you? I’ll be everything.” Draco grinned like a fool, tapping ash into the tray. “Careful now, Kitten. You’re starting to sound like you actually love me.” “Maybe I do,” she murmured with a wicked smile. “Or maybe I just love power. Either way… you and I want the same thing.” There was another stint of silence between them, then Draco finally laughed out loud. “By the gods, I've missed you, Nyla.” Nyla’s smile was slow, predatory. “Then don’t miss me anymore, Draco Grey. Stay here and take what’s yours… With me.”

Sabina giggled as she lowers herself down between my legs and starts licking me with her very wet tongue. Muriel was naked already, her half-burnt body was not actually as it seemed. She was actually half-dragon, and I truly sensed that as she let out a hissing sound and I felt her tail caressing my face. "Oh, my....ladies...mmphh...damn..." Muriel kissed me and pushed her tongue deeper, while her tail caresses me and her hands took my arms above my head. She told me to relax and said that they would take care of me.

Now it was almost midnight and I couldn’t stay aloof anymore. I was a hermit used to being on my own for as long as I could remember! Hermione’s presence in my home disturbed me, especially tonight. The red bikini drove Freyr and me wild with desire! Why was she hellbent on breaking me? I didn’t want to lose my restraints and claim Zephyrus’s sister out of all the wolves in the world! Yet my heart thawed at the sight of her burning with fever locked up in her room. No, I didn’t feel a thing for her other than hatred. I just brought her over to my bedroom so I could look after her!

And now, I had even more reason not to. "Why do you care?" I asked Draco, my gaze narrowing slightly. He smirked, tilting his head as if the answer was obvious. "Well, I suppose it’s now us against the Nine. Anything to help each other," he said with a casual shrug. Before I could respond, a presence approached—his sister. She moved with an effortless grace, her warm smile disarming. Draco pulled her close, his arm around her shoulder in a protective, almost possessive way.