Draco Malfoy Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.

I mumbled as my body went limp on the ground, my arms spread wide open while I stared at the dark cloud above me. I felt cold hands reach for my temples and it didn’t take long before a jolt of electricity struck my head. —----------------- IRIS. “They killed him…” I mumbled as I finally let go of the Orebrus. That was the end of the memory. “She killed him…” I mumbled again. “Iris…” Draco’s voice snapped me from my thoughts, and I felt my body being pulled up. When I tilted my head up, I saw him staring at me with worry flitting in his eyes.

Both of them were evenly matched in all types of fights, but the death of his men could create chaos and drag many unnecessary parties. ‘Is it over?’ Roy wondered but did not dare to move- afraid he might do something that could make the man change his mind. “Gather all of them together and bind them with rope,” Malfoy zacob ordered to his men as he turned around. He placed the gun inside his pant pockets and walked towards one of the containers on the port. One of the subordinates there was waiting while holding a cup of black coffee. “It’s time for another coffee,” he mumbled as he lazily walked towards the container.

Draco's shoulders slumped, his gaze filled with remorse. "Veronica, I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I have tried everything, but it seems the spell cannot revive your child. The forces at play are beyond our control." Grief washed over me in waves, consuming my very being. The weight of the loss settled upon my chest, an indescribable ache that threatened to drown me. Draco's words hung heavy in the air, his voice laden with guilt and remorse. His arms enveloped me in a gentle embrace as he carried me to the bed, his footsteps a solemn echo in the chamber.

Seeing Draco they all tensed up before parting away to give him space. Without an exchange of words, he barged in only to flinch at the sight. His eyes widened in slight shock. One of the slippers was on the floor while the other was still on her swaying foot as her hanging body swayed a fraction of a bit. His eyes slowly glided up and he found a silver chain around her neck. She has killed herself. Stepping inside he held her legs to keep her up as the guards barged in removing the chain from her neck with difficulty. Draco put her body on the bed. Her neck was burned badly where the silver met her skin. He tried to feel her pulse but there was nothing.

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?"

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.

( A wild grin across his humanoid face) MARTHA : Tch… you deducing my ability is not going to deter me from what I’ve planned for you DRACO : I would have it no other way…. ( coming to a halt at the middle of the church aisle) Martha takes out a sword from underneath the altar and begins to walk towards Draco DRACO : That’s it, come to me and face your final judgment MARTHA : I’ll kill you….. Martha begin to run towards Draco with a menacing look on her face, Draco forms another dark ball on his palm and sets it loose…..

, Gray remarked, this time his voice almost croaking. Streams of tears flowed down his cheeks as he went over to Draco’s side in order to help him up. Draco’s face was blank, he didn’t know how to react to such terrible news. Gray managed to get him to the car Draco brought earlier and drove him back to the palace where he was taken to the royal morgue.