Draco Malfoy Black Suit Novels & Stories

He caught it, bewildered completely and she hissed, "Put your clothes on." Afterwards, he brushed his teeth while she fixed his hair, "You'll understand later." He obeyed her, and when he exited the room, he had not been expecting seeing the tall built inside his home. Draven H. Malcom was sipping on his coffee, reaching for the cabinets and examining all its entities, before a grimace pulled his features and he turned away. He was well-dressed, a suit over his shoulders with a tight black polo and a gold chain around his neck. His black hair was slicked backwards, and his eyes seemed bright as they landed on Eric.

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?"

If I was going back to Fenrith, I might as well look good doing it. Draconian’s suit matched my dress, though it was much more plain. It was completely black, tailored to his broad torso, with the same dark silver embroidery along the edges of his jacket. His white shirt was open at the collar, and he had on a dark gray tie with a small silver dragon insignia pinned to it. He looked damn good, with that stern look of his. As for his mother and Meelan, I didn’t care what they wore so I didn’t care to take notice.

The second man walked calmly toward Alice, then bowed briefly while his cold blue eyes stared at her. "Good evening, printsessa." I was grateful they weren't speaking Russian again. And it seems they haven't realized I'm here too. My gaze returned to the first man, his strange black eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Alice. Why strange? Because his irises looked permanently dilated. It took me a moment to realize these two were Draco Malfoy's friends from before. "Where's Eirik?" Alice asked, her hand still gripping the katana in her right hand.

A knock at the door dragged her from the mirror where she’d been standing, admiring the fall of the gown. “Ah, it looks even better on you than on the model,” Draco said, coming into her room and closing the door. Her eyes feasted on him. Dressed in a tailored, charcoal-gray suit, he was both formidable and undeniably sexy. Suddenly Blair felt self-conscious. She plucked at the fabric of dress. “Thank you, it’s beautiful,” she said softly. “It’s all lovely.”

I felt like a well-wrapped lie. I walked slowly down the grand staircase, heart pounding like I was walking toward a firing squad. The house was already buzzing with music, laughter, clinking glasses. Bodyguards lined the walls in sleek black. The chandeliers glittered like galaxies. Everyone was dressed like royalty, and the whole mansion screamed wealth and power. And then there was Draco. Standing by the grand hall’s entrance, dressed in a deep charcoal tux with a black rose pinned to his lapel. His sharp eyes landed on me the moment I stepped into view.

I said through gritted teeth. “I guess we will never know.” Drake replied to me. I followed his gaze as he turned to look at something to his left side. A mass of demons appeared and began to march towards us. They moved to part down the middle and my attention became anchored on a sharp dressed man walking from the center of the crowd. He was tall, with pale skin. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie that fit so well I would wager that it was professionally tailored just for him. His shoulder length black hair was gelled and combed back out of his face. His confident footsteps left prints that sizzled and smoked in his wake. It’s about time the bastard showed his ugly face.

Edmund's body got goosebumps from the majestic aura he felt from the young man's figure. Draco Black. Draco landed gracefully on the ground. Gradually the shimmering light that enveloped his body dimmed. His figure looked clearer. His body was taller, stockier, and muscular. His black hair looks rather long with red, silver, green, and sky blue highlights. He looked more calm, mature, and charming. The aura of a king's majesty radiated from the way he looked and behaved. Edmund knelt in awe and reverence. "Greetings to The Great Dragon Prince, Draco Black," said Edmund in greeting.

The walls are painted white, the ceiling her very high, several paintings hang on the spotless walls, and several golden pillars support the castle. Jayden leads us to a hall and asks us to wait. From the look of things, he knows his way around the castle. He closes his eyes and mumbles a name. “Draco, I need you”. In a shocking second, we hear a low roaring windy sound, and then a breathtaking man dressed in all black is standing in front of us. The man is wearing black pants, a black top, black boots, and a long flowing black coat with white furs around the collar. His long, black hair is packed in a ponytail. He looks very handsome.

She opened her long braid and her hair had beautiful long curls and she let her hair loose at the back. She stepped out only to pause when her eyes fell on Draco who was dressed in a crisp white button-down and black slacks with his hair gelled back. He looked so handsome but when her eyes met his she gulped. He was mad and his jaw clenched when his eyes raked over her, she didn't get ready. Finn and Gena who were on the couch gaped at Draco silently because he had burst open the door before barging in like a fuming beast.