Draco Malfoy Birthday Novels & Stories

I forgave Mila when she showed me the notebook, the birthday planning section, which had its own tab, with detailed subheadings, dating back three weeks, which had been commenced the morning after I had mentioned in passing to Gracie that I couldn't remember the last time anyone had made a fuss about my birthday. Mila had heard. Of course she had. "Entry fifty-seven," she said. "Sofia's first birthday at home." I had to step away for a moment after that one. But Draco. Draco I was not finished with. It was my birthday and he had said come back later and I had sat in the library for three hours and I was going to get every possible moment out of this.

Even the army and the protection was perfect. The council members had barely called for any more meetings, and the whole place seemed serene. Draco was constantly telling me that it was all because of me. He had changed and all, but was it going to last? I had no idea where those thoughts were coming from. Then it hit me. It was today’s date. My father’s birthday. He and my brother had the same birthday. I tried to blink and hold back the tears, but I couldn’t. The man that killed them had his hands wrapped around me. His hands suddenly seemed prickly around me.

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

I now realise I have not once seen or heard about Marcus celebrating his birthday. “Leave it, Kitten, don’t even go there.” I look at him confused. I am going there. I want to know. “When is it?” He shakes his head and laughs. “Marcus’ birthday is the 20th of December. Be warned, we tried for over 10 years to get him to celebrate. He goes into hiding at the mention of it.” I wonder why that is?

I gazed at the person who called my name and I was stunned when I saw him casually at the counter with a mug of butterbeer in hand, it was Draco. "Draco?" I uttered. He set down his drink and quickly walked over. His grin was as wide as ever even though his eyes had matured. He had always been organized, but now, there was something heavier about him. Responsibility, maybe. "I can't believe you're actually here, little girl,” he uttered while pulling me into a quick, friendly hug. "It's been, what... almost a year? You look different." I faintly laughed while pulling back. "Stop calling me little girl already, Draco. Anyway, different good or different bad?"

Camilla said with a pout. Dante kissed her forehead. "since you miss it so much, I have an event for you. Dracaryx wants to host a party for his birthday. Why don't I recommend you to him?" he asked her. Her face lit up in joy. "Thanks a lot Dante, but if didn't know vampires celebrated birthdays. I thought the whole immortality thing just discouraged them from birthdays." Camilla asked Dante.

Draco ordered, and Stacy secretly thanked him as she stood and ran to her room. Sally frowned in a fit of anger. “Why did you— “That little girl is five years old for goodness sake, do you want her to die before you hand her to her parent?” Draco said. Sally chuckled, smoking heavily, “I was not planning to hand her alive to her parent, Draco.” Then she told me to her feet. Going close to Draco as she walks seductively towards him, she kissed his neck and her other hand grabbed a hold of his dick.

"Only a fool wouldn't want a woman like Melody. I'm lucky she chose to be with me." Dorian's response brought my mother close to tears. "I'm so happy she found you." She hugged Dorian. "I'm the luckiest to have found her," Dorian replied. "Wow Mel, You're getting married tomorrow." Malfoy took my hands and shook them. "I'm happy to see you happy." He rubbed my head like he was holding a young pet. "Stop it, Malfoy." I frowned. "I missed doing this, Mel. Please don't stop me now."

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Draco’s voice rattled his bones, and he quivered. When Alfos didn’t respond, Draco hissed. He rubbed at the skin between his brows and sighed. “You know what? Set whatever trap you wish to set for her, but I assure you that female is only a human and nothing else. I hope she doesn’t die before I can breed her. The blood summit is just around the corner.” There was anger in his voice as he spoke, and immediately he was done vomiting all the words out, Draco whirled around and exited his chamber, leaving Alfos there as he slammed the door.