Draco Hermione Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Wait, so… you accept me?” I asked him just to be sure. “Hermione.” That was the second time he called me by my name. He was staring at me and I thought I was going to drown in those hazel eyes. “There is no other way to solve this.” He looked away and sipped from his straw. “Besides, it would be like taking a candy from a baby. At least for Derrick.” He snorted and I frowned. “So you are only doing this to get to Derrick?” I was crushed. Hector is an ass. Why would he think doing these things is fun?

What was this feeling? She stretched her glowing arm forward and I reached out to grab it. "It will be painful, but, let me out and you shall live." I nodded, entranced, before realizing what she had said. I blinked right before our fingers could touch and hesitated. "Painful? What will be?" I asked, puzzled. "Your shift." She said in a musical tone that trapped me again. "Drakkon. He calls." She sighed in yearning and anger. "Who is Drakkon?" I asked, mesmerized by her glacial eyes that seemed to see me. All of who I was.

She said flipping her hair and folding her arms while the girls snickered behind her. “ and you are nothing more than Dracah’s toy, when he’s bored of you he’ll move on to another girl like he is doing now,” I said, looking as Dracah locked lips with Amanda – one of Yvonne’s friends. “ What?!” she shrieked and charged towards Dracah and Amanda while I slithered my way to meet Nora, Freya, and Alan. I ignored the pang in my heart that I was feeling when I saw Dracah kissing Amanda, I didn’t even understand why I cared about that.

Her scent filled the air as she crouched closer to him and it filled his entire nose. She whispered to him “You should have known that you are mine no matter what, I missed you terribly, as you can see” and went in for a sudden kiss. He was taken aback at her audacity that he didn’t even think of pushing her away at that second. She pressed into his lips without probing into his mouth and pushed her lips on his for some seconds before removing it. “I loved you, Draco and I still do”, she declared and stood up to her feet while Gray just watched the scenario with his mouth hung open. Whatever was happening between them was beyond what he could understand,

I grabbed him before he could fall and whispered his name, but Draco laughed. “Your King still tries to die for you,” he hissed, stepping closer. “A shame he was always too weak to claim you.” His voice dripped with poison. It was not the roar of an enemy; it was the whisper of a serpent in a child’s ear. Damien spit blood, straightening, and faced Draco. “You will not touch her. Not now. Not ever.” Draco tilted his head. “But I already have.”

They sat in the training yard. The dawn came up. "She's going to say yes," Draco said. "You don't know that," Rocco said. "I do," Draco said. "I know because I know her. She has been waiting for this." He held his gaze. "She has been watching you be present and honest and patient for months and she has been waiting." He held his gaze. "She is going to say yes." Rocco held his gaze. "And if she doesn't," Draco said, "I will be very surprised."

“No I…I…” Draco sighed, reluctantly reaching forward to swipe the sweaty hair that stuck to her forehead aside. “You look just like Victoria, you really are her daughter…your nose, your hair, your lips…the only thing that resembles either me or my brother are your eyes. I might’ve pretended to hate them for my own petty reasons, but I really did love them both and just hearing about their death pains me, so I couldn’t imagine how you feel about it, but Denae…you’re the last piece of them that is left. I will not let you die. For the sake of my brother and for my mate, I will protect you until I die.”

As if reading my thoughts, Draco tilted his head to the side, obviously unbothered by my rage. He added, “She’s my girlfriend.”

Delcy remained where she was, silent. Draco’s rage was only partially unleashed. He was still showing mercy by not having Elsa and Delcy torn apart on the spot. He wanted nothing more than to feed them to his lion. But all his anger was held back because of Luna. He cared deeply about her feelings. If it weren’t for Luna, he wouldn’t even listen to the pleas of these two vile women. “Nigel, release Samson,” Draco ordered firmly. Samson was Draco’s male lion—a magnificent and terrifying beast. Anyone who saw him would be paralyzed with fear.

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.