Draco Malfoy Hermione Novelas e Histórias

answered Draco. I am Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector of The Sky, the last dragon prince on Magica. Sir Edmund Brighton's eyes widened at Draco's answer. His body trembled violently. "Who is she? Why can she use dragon magic?” asked Sir Edmund Brighton. Draco turned his head towards Astrid, and the woman shook her head. "I also do not know. This all happened suddenly,” Astrid replied, shrugging her shoulders. "She's my Amicus, Astrid Lewis," Draco replied, glowering at Sir Edmund Brighton.

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."

The idea of her knowing some of the personal things I've done or thought, made me blush a little. "What are you mind linking? Is it about my dad?" Draco snapped. I shot my head around with a hiss. He jumped back. "Fuck, you're a vampire too? What the hell are you?" He demanded an answer with a little more dominance in his voice than I cared for. I tilted my head to the side when I saw a flame flash in his dark brown eyes. "What?" Lorena asked me in concern, before pulling Draco's face towards her. "Crap. Draco, you're a Dragon!"

Luka was wondering what’s going on in Draco’s head. “Then why did you send me to give her those herbs that healed her?” Draco smiled when he heard the question. “I want her to go through every pain with her mental health normal.” Luka thought he was evil but listening to Draco made him realize he was just being very nice because Draco works harder than the devil himself. “You are the main villain no one saw coming.” Luka said to Draco with a smile. “I love that for myself.” Draco replied to him with a smile on his face.

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

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.

And now, I had even more reason not to. "Why do you care?" I asked Draco, my gaze narrowing slightly. He smirked, tilting his head as if the answer was obvious. "Well, I suppose it’s now us against the Nine. Anything to help each other," he said with a casual shrug. Before I could respond, a presence approached—his sister. She moved with an effortless grace, her warm smile disarming. Draco pulled her close, his arm around her shoulder in a protective, almost possessive way.

Over his broad shoulders, I saw Draco with Harmona in his arms. He was still lying down on the floor, but he had tucked Harmona into his chest, her face pressed to his jacket and his free hand covering her ears so that nothing could reach her. Not the sight, nor the sound. “Draco! Harmona!” I rushed past Alistair, past the bodies on the floor and knelt down next to Draco’s form. “Is she okay? Can you stand?” “Yes.” Draco nodded his head, loosening his grip on Harmona before he placed his head on the ground in exhaustion. “Yes…”

Draco asked with a cocked brow as the kid pressed his lips in a pout and bobbed his head. "I see," Draco mumbled. Fiona heard light whispering as her eyes blinked open and she yawned only to realize the ceiling was different from her room. Her head whipped in the direction of the voice and she froze as a surge of alert washed over her. She sprang up to her feet and dash towards Finn in an attempt to save him thinking that Draco would hurt him but Draco didn't let her get to Finlay as he instantly wrapped his arm around her belly and pulled her on him. In doing so he plopped down on the floor with her on his lap.

But the words he wanted to say just wouldn’t come out. Luna looked at Draco with a wounded gaze. “I saw a photo of you with a woman. It was in the drawer of your study, Draco.” Draco’s expression changed. “You went into my study when I wasn’t there?!” he snapped, his eyes sharp and furious. Luna shrank a little at Draco’s anger. Honestly, she hadn’t meant to go into his private study—it was a coincidence, even an accident. Luna nodded. “Yes, I went in by accident. I saw a photo of you with a beautiful woman. You looked so close and perfect together.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her face again.