Draco Malfoy First Year Novels & Stories

he growled, his eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down. "I'm here to train," I said confidently, standing my ground. Draco scoffed. "Training? You think you're ready for that?" "I am," I said firmly, my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, I noticed the guard next to me step back, fear etched on his face. I realized that my argument with Draco might not be as easy as I thought. "You're not ready," Draco said, his voice low and menacing. "You're supposed to be with the maids, softening your skin for me."

For three full days, I was given no food or water as punishment from Draco. On the night of the marking ceremony, he finally pushed the door open, walked over, and crouched in front of me. After lifting a glass of water to my lips, he said, "Don't get mad, Lea. I locked you away only because I was terrified of losing you." He kissed my forehead and continued, "I'll make it up to you once I'm firmly in power. You've always been the only one in my heart." I looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm the one who should apologize, Draco. You've treated me so well, and I shouldn't have been so foolish to think about leaving you."

he grumbled, and began walking away. Snapping out of my trance, I hastily adjusted my dress. The thought of fleeing this place forever crossed my mind, but it was a futile thought. Wherever I ran, Draco would find me. He was a feared mafia lord, reigning over this city. "Girl... Come here," Draco's sharp, cold command snapped me back to reality. When I looked up, I saw him fully dressed, exuding a dangerous aura. Despite his chilling demeanor, there was no denying his striking handsomeness. He appeared to be in his twenties, but such details hardly mattered. He was a ruthless mafia lord at such a young age.

He again yelled and pointed his fingers on me. I cast a sigh and quit countering his stares when he suddenly strolled with those heavy steps and lengthy legs. In a squash of a second, Malfoy was in front of me with his fist upon the air ready to whack my face. Out of my control, his knuckles hit my face making me crash down the piles of wooden slabs. “Get up, you bast*rd! Get up and fight me!”

he added, shooting Draco a pointed look. Draco didn’t flinch. He just slid his hands into his pockets, a smirk still playing on his lips. “I hope to see you around.” I managed a shy wave before Greg dragged me toward the music building. My heart was still hammering as we hurried down the hall, though the excitement of my first day dimmed beneath something else—something sharper, deeper. I saw him throughout the day as we switched classes. Draco. Always surrounded by the popular crowd, moving through campus like he owned it. Women clung to his arms, laughter spilling around him. He was untouchable, magnetic.

He was looking behind him. With bated breath, Draco slowly begin to turn around, only to be greeted with a large red scaly head with yellow slit eyes, a large snout with huge canines poking out. It is safe to say, Draco almost fainted. Keyword: almost. For no sooner had his eyes landed on the beast, he released a shrill girly scream, running toward Stefanos and hiding behind the man. He screamed and screamed and screamed, forcing the birds to fly out of their nests and for Stefanos to start pushing the man away.

Patrick cursed and with that, he varnished like a light fragment and materialized just behind Lucas, sending him off with the kick he didn't get to land on him earlier? “Ahh,” Draco groaned as he was sent flying and tumbling in a circle on the floor. While tumbling, he saw a glimpse of some minors aiming to come at him. They were the ones that stopped their attack after a high-ranking gel had joined the fight, but after seeing Draco was being flung they decided to chip in. “Ice wolf.” Draco shouted, and countless wolves plummeted out of his body, blazing white as snow. All the wolves shielded him and began to attack the minors who wanted to join in the fight.

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.

Draco, though he had a seemingly young look, is a 700 years old vampire and he had the foresight of a shaman. A soft creaking sound pulled me from my reverie as Draco began his daily rituals, his deep voice resonating with power as he immersed himself in his meditation and spells. This was my cue; the moment I had been patiently waiting for. With careful precision, I slipped out of bed, my movements quiet and calculated. I couldn't bear the thought of getting caught slipping away from the house. Draco would be wild with rage if he caught me.

Draco grinned, delight surging through him. “Sydney. My mate. I’m a winged serpent shifter, and she’s my mate.” He held her hand firmly, and Sydney wrapped it in both of hers. “Very great. Do you keep in mind how you met?” “Of course I do! We…” Draco ceased, befuddled. He abruptly didn’t know how to wrap up the sentence. His intellect was fair blank. “I don’t,” Draco said, lost. Dr. Johns gestured, his expression mindful. “How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?”