Draco Malfoy Black Suit 소설 & 이야기

A deep, resonant voice spoke from right behind me. I turned my head and saw Draco. He was wearing a white suit that matched mine, and a single flower was pinned to his chest. Steadying me, he gently patted my shoulder in reassurance. "Why are you all wet? Go change into another dress," he said, his voice calm and composed. "I think the mermaid gown from yesterday suits you better." Then, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Or maybe I had a concoction. If not, why would I be wearing different clothes? A fancy red dress studded with diamond stones on the bodice. It hugged my figure so tightly that I struggled to breathe. I shifted from the window to a more comfortable position, still lost and confused, when my side bumped into someone. I froze. My head flipped sideways. And my heart lurched to my throat. Draco sat beside me. Dressed in an impeccably sharp suit. Eyes half-closed, the side of his face rested on his fisted knuckle, his elbow braced against the window.

He felt the lock of the house but it was still firmly bolted. We unlocked the door and walked inside. As soon as we all went in, we stopped dead in our tracks. On the sofa, sat a handsome figure, with dark hair and red pupils. He looked extremely attractive with his evil aura. I felt drawn to him but Logan held on to my arm and kept me defensively at his side. He wore a clean black suit and had a smile on his face. “Hello Draco. It’s been a long time…”

Wraya very well knew there was much more reason for his master going to the market, but for this once he decided to keep his big mouth shut, and sneakily grab the peace of meat and fly away to Lord only knew where. Meanwhile Stefanos hurried to his room, pushing open the door to his closet and searching for his most best, yet casual attire. He hated to admit this, but he actually admired the way Draco dressed, fancy and yet casual. No one would really doubt that Draco was actually flaunting his richness by the way he dressed, but Stefanos knew better. I want to be like that too. So thinking, Stefanos mulled over all his article of clothing, excluding the robes he usually wore. He would go f

I kept my eyes pointed away from him the entire time but the sounds of him moving still reached me and made my stomach turn with fresh disgust and unwanted memories. We walked back to the dorm together in silence once more. The campus had more people out now and the sun was fully up. When we stepped inside our room Draco dropped his bag heavily on the floor near his bed and turned toward me. He reached out fast and grabbed the collar of my hoodie near my neck before I could step away. His fingers came dangerously close to the hidden bite mark. “Take that fucking hoodie off already,” he said, his voice low and demanding. “It is warm in here and you have been wearing it like armor since yester

He sounded like he owned me. ‘I’m sorry,’ was all I could mutter, bowing my head. He stared at me for a while, not saying anything and I began to feel uncomfortable. He left the room we were for what looked like another room and I guess that was a closet. ‘Follow me.’ He ordered after returning in a white polo and black pants and I followed immediately. We stopped at a dining table where Draco sat while I stood behind him silently. The maids served his food while I watched.

I slowly turned my neck around. My heart sank. Drago Caracas. “HOW ON EARTH HAVE THOSE WEAK LITTLE TEENAGERS ESCAPED?” Drago roared. He was dressed for the occasion. His dark brown hair was combed neatly to one side and his all black suit shone in the bright light of the warehouse. The steel glint in his eyes flickered intensely, as he stood by the glass box with his arms on his waist. Luckily I had positioned myself far away from the Golden Leaf so I hadn’t been recognised by the cruel President of Obsidian.