Draco/hermione Novels & Stories

Valmore nodded, accepting what Mallik just said. "We only know about fairy drifters, we don't know about the dragons. Dragons are a race born in fairy, so it must be true. Only drifters have the ability to see us, so it must be true. It must be that Dragon drifter who tripped the drifter sensor" Valmore agreed. Mallik thought the same thing. "It's not the only thing I came across this time. I heard gossip that this dragon drifter's mate looks like the late princess Catherina and she must be Catherina's missing daughter" Mallik shared about the gossip that the entire summer realm is whispering about.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Jasmine too screamed and turned her frustrated gaze to Draco “YOU BELONG WITH ME JASMINE…” Draco growled on her “ONLY I CAN TOUCH…. ONLY I CAN KISS YOU…. AND… ONLY I CAN FUCK YOU JASMINE… EACH AND EVERY INCH OF YOU BODY BELONGS TO ME…. NO MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD CAN PART YOU FROM ME….. AND WHOEVER DARES TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME…. I WILL BURN HIM ALIVE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES….. EVEN IF HE IS YOUR KING…. HE WILL DIE FROM MY HANDS…. GET THIS THING STARIGHT IN YOUR MIND JASMINE…. YOU ARE MY MATE…. ONLY MINE..” Draco commanded with fierce fire burning in his eyes… simultaneously Jasmine felt her dagger Rune which was encircled with a dragon around it in spiral on her chest glowing bright

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.

Right at my waist. Lucian. That was his name. He looked even more surreal than Draco. His purple eyes, blue long hair, made it very difficult for me to believe he was real. His scaled lower body resembled Draco's. It looked like some armour. But his was pitch black and it was shining against his pale white skin. I gulped. These Dragons are surely going to leave me with an unrealistic romantic expectation. I was so grateful, these thoughts were all in my head. " You should take her with you. In your inner harem. "

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.”