Draco Malfoy Eye Novels & Stories

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?"

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

I started to bring my hand up to my face when I felt him. I turned abruptly and looked at him as he said something to Bren while he still looked at me. "You're so strange." I said and a giggle escaped my lips. A side of his sensual mouth tugged upwards and the wrinkle that had been on his forehead from a frown smoothened out. His eyes were such beautiful orbs could see right into my soul. His turquoise iris had black rims and his tiny black pupils were surrounded with tiny gold rings that weren't very obvious until you looked up close. His cheekbones were sharp and exquisite. His beautiful silky hair had fallen in his face and hung low over his pointed tips. How did I know it was silky? I gi

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.

Her poor parents might have a heart attack if they see her tongue cut. "I guess you know better than to dare me, female," He stated, running his eyes over her body. When they trailed up to meet hers, Draco's heart nearly stopped. She had almost the same eyes as her, he thought. The urge to reach out brimmed within him. He wanted to touch those eyes so badly. Don't, he told himself as he reined in his control.

The crushing fear in his chest eased enough to let oxygen back into his lungs. Draco wasn't alone. The missing guard sat nearby. Bruised. His face swollen. One eye nearly shut. But alive. The sight confirmed several things at once. The guard hadn't betrayed them willingly. And Draco hadn't been taken by random mercenaries. This was deliberate. Controlled. Planned. The camera zoomed slightly closer. Draco looked directly toward the lens. His eyes were red. Like he'd been crying earlier. Then he spoke. One word. Just one.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Was it going to lose a king and prince, all at once. I rubbed my palm against his nose bridge. More blood droplets seeped through his lips. " That is no way to wake anybody up. You taste of iron , you know! " Draco held my hand. His eyes were still closed but he was talking with his sassy accent. I didn't know if I was supposed to smile or laugh. Then he opened his eyes. Blood red eyes. His hair started turning milky white. I would have jumped up high even if I was lying as a corpse in a casket.

Only after the door closed with a click and I heard his receding footsteps in the hallway did I look up. With a light slap on his arm, I threw Draco an accusing look, which made him shrug. “I want some alone time with my mate. That’s all.” He reached out to touch my face, and our eyes met. Draco’s eyes were filled with tender affection as he cradled my face like a precious jewel which he couldn’t get enough of. The sheer intensity of the situation kept me frozen, unable to glance away from those piercing gray orbs that promise sweet nothings.

“Hey punk, take off those glasses.” The young man went up to Draco with a ferocious grin and waved the knife in front of his face. “Why don’t you try taking it off me?” Draco said with a wide grin. The young man did not expect such a bold reply. Agitated, he shouted, “I’ll take it off you and dig your eyes out for the dogs!” He reached out to the glasses but before he could touch it, Draco seized his wrist.