Draco Malfoy Images Novels & Stories

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia. In an instant, the darkness that had shrouded her dissipated, leaving her crumpled on the ground, her monstrous facade replaced by her disheveled human form. Gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the throne room as the twisted manifestation of Malia's power dissipated, leaving only a sense of eerie stillness in its wake. All eyes turned toward the figure in black, the source of this unexpected intervention. As my gaze locked with theirs, a jolt of recognition surged through me. It was Draco, the vampire who had saved me.

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.

You almost bellows. "I'm not sure what you mean ba. I'm fine" I answer. "Look at me Draco" he says gesturing to himself. So, I do. I take in his dark hair that is always slick blacked. I see his robing which is colored brown today but is always rimmed in gold thread. I see is wooden geta that also have sparkles of gold in them. I look back to his face and see his dark eyebrows raised and his purses lips.

Swallowing hard as I read. Pictures, documents, even a fucking wiki. I have the laptop resting on my forearm as I pull up a picture of Draco Torrent. His eyes filled with evil. He's holding a tiny, curly haired little girl. No more than three. He's not really a smiling dad. More like a proud father. His power exuding, but subdued by the baby in his arms at the same time. A hint of love behind the murderer. I flip the pictures. Torrent standing, dressed in black with a curly haired girl also dressed in black. She has to be about five or so. I zoom into the little girl. She's sad. I zoom out and click the link and read the article attached.

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

"Because today Draco is going to spend the entire morning finding reasons to be wherever we are so he can watch you interact with me, and that will be distracting for both of us and enormously entertaining for me, and I intend to enjoy it before we get to work." I stared at her. "He thinks he's subtle," she said, serenely. "He has never been subtle. Not once in his entire life." I thought about Draco. About the careful distance and the controlled expression and the way he delivered enormous pieces of himself in very flat, plain sentences as though that made them smaller. "No," I agreed. "He really hasn't." Elara's smile widened. And then the library door opened, and Draco appeared in the doo