Draco Malfoy Dad Novels & Stories

Miles stuck out his head and said boldly, "It's not all from you." Draco raised his jaw arrogantly. "If it weren't for my son, no matter how many great genes your mother has, how could they be passed on to you?" Cough! Cough! Uncle Ford coughed twice suddenly as if to remind Draco of something. He suddenly returned to his senses and glanced at Catelyn awkwardly. Draco cleared his throat and waved at Uncle Ford. "What a lovely painting. I love it! Please take the two young boys to choose a frame for it and hang it up in my study room."

“And you know her… It’s Elara Dane.” The glass of bourbon I’d just poured shattered in my hand, liquid and shards spilling across the desk. “You’re joking, right?” I breathed, staring at him. But Father’s eyes held no trace of humor. He was deadly serious. A snarl tore from my throat. “No wonder Draco’s obsessed with her.” “It’s only a matter of time before he discovers the truth — if he hasn’t already,” Father said, pacing behind his desk. “Though I do wonder why she doesn’t have a wolf.” His voice dropped into thoughtful silence.

I told him spitefully. "Oh, I thought we could be more than that now." He said, like his treachery had been a major feat. "Anyway, you’re going to make me rich again and restore all that my father lost." What is he saying? All that his father lost? My brain started connecting the dots. His father... Could his father be Draco? If yes, does that make him... Frick... Oh my God! "I can't do anything for you." I told him.

But that , seemed not to be the actual case from the very beginning . Draco soared through the skies with his little Damian perched on his back.His kingdom below erupted in excitement and anticipation. His loyal subjects had been waiting for their leader to return, to restore order to the chaos that had overtaken their world in his absence. Master stood like a proud father as he watched him land. However Draco's true parents were nowhere in sight. It wasn't strange given that Dragons never were to filial at least The males weren't.They were more territorial.Ever since he took over his father's throne, his father was reduced to a shadow figure.

Dorian stays it we all leave. "Dorian is daddy," Aaron added. "Oh," father mouthed and faked a nod. "But.." he paused as Malcolm and Malfoy came in. "Good to have you both here." "Dad, why have you called Melody?" Malcolm spoke first. "Melody isn't at fault here." Malfoy added. They both didn't waste time in supporting me. "Well, it will be her fault if she doesn't do as I say." Father sat down. "What do you mean?" Malfoy asked, seemingly interested in what father has to say.

“You’ve never been hesitant to share anything with me before.” “Am I doing the right thing, Ivy?” I asked her quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Draco’s father is long gone. He died just the way he killed my parents…by getting betrayed himself. And karma came to his door not long after my parents were gone. Is punishing Draco for his wrongdoings really the way to go?” “Do you realize that you keep calling him by his middle name? You’ve been doing it right from the start.” Ivy said suddenly, breaking my train of thought.

Zohan responded "You...Cowards!" Draco grunts and shockingly looked at Henry and Richard. "Draco this is your end, devilish end!" Richard exclaimed "Dad...dad...No!" Dyna crouched near Draco, drenched in tears. "Dad..., please admit your sins, please let your soul to release peacefully," "what are you saying, Dyna?" Lucifer scowls. "Yes,... he is our dad... who destroyed many kingdoms, killed many innocent wizards and their families in his life."

she whispered her name, but it almost came like a moan. The lights in his room were dimmed, but she could still clearly see his large frame and his defined body. He's got a much larger physique than his nephew. All along, Catherine believed that it was one of the factors that contributed to her fear of reaching out to him. But now, on what's currently happening, it felt like she couldn't afford to be scared of him anymore. Her throat ran dry as she watched him pull down his pants, down to his last entry; his boxers. Her eyes widened especially when she saw its now standing proud member. She could already feel it being hard earlier. But she never imagined that it would be that big... and long

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

After Draco and I finished our business, we returned to where I had left my parents. I was expecting that Dad would be guarding my mother’s body with his life but I didn’t expect him to hold her the way I was seeing at the moment. Draco held my arm, stopping me from approaching them even though I really had no plans of moving. My heart ached. I had experienced my heart being broken when Felicity took Draco from me, but I was sure it was nothing compared to knowing the other half of your heart was dead—gone forever. Dad was humming a song—something I was not familiar with. But despite that, I could hear the agony in his voice. The pain. The longing.