Draco Malfoy Drawings Novels & Stories

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.

"He has been in the study being impossible about it since nine o'clock." "It's nine-fifteen," I said. "Yes," she said. "He works fast." I stood. I went to the study. Draco was at the desk. He had papers in front of him that he was not reading. He was holding a pen that he was not writing with. He had the expression of someone thinking about something enormous and finding the something enormously satisfying. He looked up when I came in. "The candle," I said. "Yes," he said. "She's two months old," I said.

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

, making Alfred zip his mouth immediately. That is how Draco has always been. He never listens to anyone nor does he take opinions. He does only what benefits him and will never back down when he sets his mind on something. “That stubborn for nothing and proud airhead” Alfred grunted and Draco howled a thick “I can hear you, do you know that?” at which Alfred scoffed at, and stated “Do your worse” before sticking out his tongue. ****

he whispers. I smile at him glad to know he has seen Draco. I just have to ask. "How is he." "He is well given the circumstances. He looks a little tired but is in good health" he says. I nod to myself satisfied with his answer. He flicks his eyes to the package silently commanding me to open it. I pull the strings and open the brown paper. On top of the scroll inside I see his note. I hide it in my hand to read later. When I unravel the scroll I gasp aloud. Then I smile joyously at the drawing. It is like looking at a moment in time that seems so long ago. Draco and I are sitting on the bench at Hanami. We are turned to face each other. Our heads lean close with smiles on our faces. It almo

He beamed joyously bringing a smile to Draco and Fiona's lips. Finlay opened Draco's gift and it was a huge portrait of Finlay as those big blue eyes gaped at him. "I lwook like a bwaby," he babbled, making them laugh. "You're a baby, Finlay," Fiona chuckled kissing his cheek as Draco hugged them both tightly. "Cwan't breath," the toddler said tapping on his shoulder as the three of them laughed.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

Draco was sitting on my bed. Drunk. Silent. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, covered in faint scars. His slacks hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him on the floor. He looked up at me slowly. And smiled. But it wasn’t the charming, smug grin he usually wore. This one was cold. Tired. Mad. “How the fuck did he get in here…” I whispered, backing toward the bathroom, but it was already too late.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

He also hated the fact that another guy held Summer first. "So," Draco looked back at Sky, "do you remember me?" Sky winced. "Sorry. I guess I meet new people too often." Draco put on a bigger smile. "No problem. Maybe you need a reminder." He opened his wallet, then showed her a picture. It was a portrait of the two of them when they were teenagers. His arm was around Sky's shoulder. Louis' face turned sour when he saw it. Meanwhile, Sky gasped. "Oh? You're that young boy!"