Novel & Cerita Draco/hermione

Draco took another robe, which was also made of dragon scales, and put it on his body. "Let's go, amicus," Draco said to Astrid. "Amicus?" Astrid asked in surprise. “We are bound by a dragon magic contract as a partner. Your status is amicus to me, and I am amicus to you,” explained Draco. "Oh, then I ask your help from now on, Amicus Draco," said Astrid, giggling happily.

he whispered, his icy blue eyes locking onto mine from across the table as his hand clutched mine. “Excuse me?” I frowned, snatching my hand out of his grip as if it had been burned. “Regina!” He called out again. “I…it’s you…” “I’m sorry, I think I already told you my name. It’s Leonora Vincenzo.” I kept every emotion out of my voice. “You must be mistaking me for someone else.” “Like hell I am!” Draco stood up from his seat, slamming his hands on the table, making several of the dishes rattle from the force of it. “You…you’re alive!”

Some dried herbs were hanging around thin metallic materials that were tied tightly around the trees' trunks. "So much for punishing us for the branches of trees!" Draco whispered, earning him an invisible slap from the witch walking next to him. "Say again, and you'll never growl for the rest of your life!" The witch glared at him. "These herbs are more important than your life, dog!" She added, and this time Draco didn't turn the other cheek. He snarled at the witch, and the witch hissed back. They were already in the teeth-for-teeth scenario when Orora snapped her fingers. Draco froze at once.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Draco's shoulders slumped, his gaze filled with remorse. "Veronica, I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I have tried everything, but it seems the spell cannot revive your child. The forces at play are beyond our control." Grief washed over me in waves, consuming my very being. The weight of the loss settled upon my chest, an indescribable ache that threatened to drown me. Draco's words hung heavy in the air, his voice laden with guilt and remorse. His arms enveloped me in a gentle embrace as he carried me to the bed, his footsteps a solemn echo in the chamber.

It was a sign of mourning that they carried around, all along the mourning period. Draco was next to the pyre, his face a mask of stoicism, but I could sense the deep pain and sorrow that he was trying to hide. He was the Dragon King, feared by all, but today, he looked like a broken man. His little son, Damian, was standing beside him, his tiny hand clutched tightly in Draco's grasp. I could see the grief etched on his face, and he kept reaching out for his foster mother, who was no longer there to hold him.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”