Draco Malfoy 7th Year Novels & Stories

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

Draco looked at the peach and lowered his head, a glint of light passing through his eyes before disappearing without a trace. He had learned from his mother that he had to endure it no matter what happened. Only then could he continue staying in the Seldom family. He picked up the smashed peach from the ground, and a cold smile appeared on Draco's lips. He seemed not to notice the dirt on the peach, wiping it with his hand and taking a bite. Everyone was shocked, including the Third Prince, Alpha Jeffn. He squinted his eyes again, wondering if this young boy was too young to realize he was being humiliated or if he was capable of enduring things that ordinary people couldn't.

he grumbled, and began walking away. Snapping out of my trance, I hastily adjusted my dress. The thought of fleeing this place forever crossed my mind, but it was a futile thought. Wherever I ran, Draco would find me. He was a feared mafia lord, reigning over this city. "Girl... Come here," Draco's sharp, cold command snapped me back to reality. When I looked up, I saw him fully dressed, exuding a dangerous aura. Despite his chilling demeanor, there was no denying his striking handsomeness. He appeared to be in his twenties, but such details hardly mattered. He was a ruthless mafia lord at such a young age.

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

I sobbed, tears spilling hot and fast down my cheeks, the metal of the gun freezing against my burning skin. "If they want you," Draco continued, his voice dropping to a hypnotic, terrifying purr as he traced the cold steel down the hollow of my throat, pressing just hard enough to make me gasp, "they're going to have to cut you out of my cold, dead hands. Because nobody takes my property. Nobody. I wouldn't even mind if they walk right that door with you on the table while I fuck the hell of you." Before I could draw another breath, before I could scream, the distant, muffled sound of a shattering window echoed from the hallway below. The war had arrived at our doorstep.

It wasn't that good but at least, it was effective enough to keep Draco powers in check for a few hours. “And Stay in ice cave, no more going outside this week!” I sternly said. And without any more word, Draco went inside the cave. I sighed as Ziyah appeared beside me, “You know.. The third prince of seven hells can help Draco get better right? I heard these recent years, he has gotten his powers back and is making waves in his kingdom” “Now that the third prince of seven hells has gotten a good position and a good life, i wouldn't wish for him to have to deal with other problems. Besides, i can handle Draco. I can handle this” I said seriously.

The touch felt real and made his chest rippled. "Just a sweet dream," replied Albus with a relaxed smile. Draco touched his chest. There was a feeling of warmth and longing in his chest. He missed the girl. He wanted to meet the girl—what a strange dream. The dream was too real for Draco. However, maybe Albus was right. That girl might never have been around. The girl was probably Draco's imagination. Draco sighed. "Yes, too bad. Just a dream,” Draco replied with a sad smile. Draco secretly missed the girl. Nearly a hundred years passed.

Just as I am about to leave a girl walks right into my chest. “Omph” Shaking her head she says, “ Oh my gosh I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going!” ‘Look mate is checking us out,' hums Draco happily. We watch as her eyes go from our head to our toes stopping at our groin. 'Mmm, I can smell mates arousal, mate likes what she sees,' Draco states happily while inhaling her sweet scent. 'Draco, control yourself! I told younow is not the time. You are too close to the surface. Just be patient, she will be 18 soon.' I scold him.

Ikaya passed her father a meaningful glare who nodded slightly before speaking, " How can you help us, Draco? Lucien already doesn't like you and there is no point of fighting as long as he is alive, you aren't allowed to ascend on the throne." Draco yawned lazily and crossed his legs together. His posture was nothing like gentle before. Instead an evil aura emitted from his body which was making them uncomfortable. It turned out to be Draco was a devil in saint disguise. Draco replied with a smile forming on his lips, " Everything is possible with the high house, Alpha Alchemis."