Draco Malfoy 7th Year Novels & Stories

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—"

One by one, the brothers filed out of the room. As the door closed behind Daemon, I slowly turned my attention back to Draco. He was already watching me. Interesting... He can command an empire with a single word. But the moment one of his brothers gives me a little too much attention... he sends him away. For a man who insists this is merely about control... he's making it increasingly difficult to believe him. "What the fuck is that again?” Draco yelled at me.

Isolde peered down at the grounds, trying to see if she’d find Carldo, but instead she found her enemy, Draco. He stood high and mighty, addressing a group of males who knelt before him, covered with bruises. Isolde took that moment to study Draco’s features. He had a well-proportioned body, easily the hottest she had seen in Abbator. This morning, his long, dark hair was curled and tied at the nape of his neck, leaving a few fringes on his forehead. He was nearly seven feet tall, the tallest male she’d ever seen. Though she wasn’t close to him now, she could feel his aura, the power that floated from his being.

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.

said Edmund revealing the results of his observations. “Yes, my strength is unstable and very weak. I'm dying,” Draco replied with a pale face. “Then, what have you been doing all this time to survive? Didn't you receive half of my father's heart?" asked Edmund curiously. “After receiving your father's heart, I fell into a coma for nearly three hundred years. I've only been waking up for the last one hundred years. Your father's heart has been fractured so much that his strength is unstable. I survived because of Albus's healing water. He told me to use his heart. I refuse. My condition is weakening. I honestly don't know how to accomplish this mission," Draco said breathlessly.

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."