Draco Malfoy Birthday Novels & Stories

he said, "any birthday plans?" Birthday? "Oh...uh, no, I don't usually do anything," Harlow replied. "How did you know?" "It's on your wanted poster," Madoc said with a sh*t-eating grin. "Wait." Red burst into the conversation. "You have a birthday coming up?" "It's no big deal." Harlow shrugged. "When is it?" I asked her, feeling like a bit of a jackass not knowing something about her that the smarmy vampire did. "The day after tomorrow," Madoc answered for her.

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle

After sleeping successfully in the previous classes, it was time for lunch. She jumped out of the class excitedly. She was starving and had a few pieces of bread that morning. She kept her hand on her stomach, wondering what she would eat when she felt her head hit something. Something hard. Slowly, she raised her head. "Oh, hi" she smiled nervously. "I'm so sorry about that. I wasn't looking" she explained, looking at his broad chest. He was taller than her so her head could only hit his chest. It was Draco and he was looking as pretty as ever. His porcelain-like skin shone brightly even in the corridor. His pink lips were so moist that Kyra could not help but imagine tasting it or at least

There is Bianca and her brother in the picture, the people he hates the most but have to pretend to love. “He always has what I want, but this time I'll not let him win.” Draco muttered to himself and sat up on the bed. He realized that now that Luka is ready for action he also needs to take some steps. He walked to the table and poured himself a glass of wine as a sign of celebrating his coming victory. “Cheers to getting back everything that's mine.” Draco said and gulped the wine immediately. When he was done he laughed so loud that he couldn't stop laughing.

As for whether it was his father or his uncle, she was not sure. There were only Jordan and Malcom left in the room. Malcom looked at Jordan's hostile gaze and said helplessly, "Jordan, it's your birthday today. I never got a chance to celebrate your birthday with you in the past. But, today, I want to celebrate it with you."

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.

Emma asked, "Whom did you meet today, my brother?" Draco was taken aback and asked, "Whom did I meet?" Emma didn't continue the questioning. She thought for a moment and retrieved a gem-studded headpiece from the hands of a young man. Then, she gently replaced Draco's old headpiece with a new one. "Today is your birthday, my brother. Did you forget?" Draco was stunned, immediately fondly touching the gem-studded headpiece on his head and asking, "Really?" He had the talent to remember faces but always forgot his birthday.

and without his conscious his mind again running errands in thought of his deceased Destined mate…. “NOW THAT OUR PRINCE DRACO HAD CHOSEN ARGENTUM AS HIS MATE, THEIR MATING CEREMONY WILL BE HELD ON FULL MOON NIGHT, WHICH IS FALLING ON 28 DAYS FROM TODAY” royal Dragon minister Jotovelt announced loudly and clapped his hands together in happiness Memory- 7 (End) Third person POV: “Draco… Draco… are you even listening to me?” Saltus said by gently nudging Draco “hu… Huh….?” Draco was baffled

Lily’s POV "Shop... shopping?" I repeated, blinking at Draco like he’d just announced we were going on a romantic cruise to hell. He nodded with a grin that could melt ice or more accurately, scorch skin. “Yep. It’s my birthday party tomorrow, and you need to look good for me.” He actually cackled. A full, villain-in-a-B-grade-movie cackle. My jaw practically dislocated from how hard I clenched it. Great.

she mutters to herself, her voice shaky, fighting hard to keep herself from crying any further before blowing out the candle, her heart aching terribly. Raven was born on the sixth day of the month and Draco wrote her that birthday poem as an ode to their love. It was a tradition that he never missed while he was alive on her birthdays, getting her a small cake and saying it to her and ever since his death, she has continued to do it on his behalf. Hearing Draco call them a match made in heaven made Raven start to believe it, she began to anticipate as her eighteenth birthday drew near that it would be true and that they would turn out as mates.