Draco Malfoy Character Novels & Stories

“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

I bellowed, "You're truly a shame to the Lancaster family, Draco! How could you just die along with Mom and Dad? How could you just end the Lancaster family bloodline? I'm going to properly teach you a lesson today on behalf of the Lancaster family!" I used every ounce of my strength to violently slap Draco across the face while wailing. My fingernails dug in and left scratch after scratch. I wanted to see how long they were going to keep up the act. They got to eat well and live comfortably, while I was abandoned in a stockpen used as a holding cell, left for others to bully and abuse. Why did Draco have the right to boss me around since we were young, just because he was born male? In that

Even Draco seemed like a changed person—smiling and happy to see me, a side of him I had rarely experienced. As I sat there, Hera’s fragmented memories swirled, leaving me confused. Draco was an only child, so why were they calling themselves her parents? My mind scrambled for answers but found none. A voice whispered, Revenge. I bit my lip, bitterness spreading through me. As I listened to their conversation and answered their questions, I swore to make them suffer double what I had endured, until the anger in my heart subsided.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” I hesitated. “What do you want from life, Draco?” His head tilted on the bed as he eyed me, then he looked up when he realized I was serious. He considered his answer. “Power,” he said first, “victory… always.” “And beyond that?” He paused. “For a long time, I’ve wanted nothing else. I had no other wants except war and conquest. In fact, I thought of nothing else.”

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

Draco was rolling his eyes inside and cursed Declan's ignorant mind, His human was stupid to the root. “You fool! She is scared of you, not some kind of a spoiled girl!” Draco growled inside his head and he backed up a little seeing his little mate's reaction. He didn’t do anything that indicated he wanted to harm her. So, what is it that he did wrong this time?

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

Draco asked lowly as the toddler gulped with his fists raised in front of him in defense. "Dwon't hurt my Fina," Finn said with mustered-up courage and Draco smiled at his courage. The kid was brave just like Fiona. Finlay's unique appearance was enchanting. He has never seen someone with silver hair and such skin. "I won't," Draco didn't know why he said that, he felt like reassuring the kid. "You're a bwad guy," Finn said with scrunched brows and his chin jutted out. "I am," Draco admitted truthfully.

My energy boxes had successfully transferred some energy to my mother. "Melody..." Malfoy arrived in mother's room. His eyes scanned the room as he called out to me. I had only just stepped out to accompany Gio to the toilet. I took some time to check him out. Malfoy has grown so tall and huge, I could barely recognize him. If It wasn't for his hair that was the same as mine, I could have taken him for someone else. He was so handsome. "Malfoy," my voice came out as a whisper, but he heard. He turned and his mouth hung open as he looked at me.

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?"