Draco Malfoy Imagines Novels & Stories

Alfos said. "It's what everyone believed in at first, but Draken has managed to weave doubts into the minds of my people. Now, the Unbounds are trying to kill me just to make sure I don't represent our people again. They see me as a monster, Alfos." Draco huffed. "They're right after all. I'm a beast, and a beast like me is unfit to rule. I hunger for blood a lot. What will happen when I can't find someone willing to sell their blood to me?" "I might completely lose my mind and go into the villages to attack them just to have a taste of blood, and then the truth about what I am will be revealed," Draco hissed, pausing before the grounds.

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.

“You shouldn't be distracted boy, if you were on the battlefield, a little distraction can cost you your head.” “I feel trapped in this body,” Draco said, his voice filled with disdain. “Then maybe you should leave,” I replied getting up angrily. “Why were you suddenly distracted?” “Well, I was talking to you but your mind was filled with the lustful thoughts of fucking the queen in all ways possible,” he defended. “Don't act like you do not like it as much as I do,” I scoffed, turning to the man. “I was a little distracted.” “Our fantasy would only remember a fantasy if we die today,” Draco continued.

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

“Yes, a huge black one.” “How do you know?” “That dog has one disgusting imagination – he had this fantasy that he was riding the dragon whilst it was burning everything in its path.” “Draco” it slipped out before I realised. “So…you know this dragon?” Before I could stop it a memory popped up and I was not fast enough. “Oh,” He laughed, “you KNOW him.” I coughed silently, that was the only thing I could do. “Damn girl, you do like the bad ones, huh?”

But even a cold shower might not be enough to put out the flames. He took a deep breath for the second time. His gaze dropped to his erect manhood, his jaw clenched at the sight of his arousal. His member seemed to seethe with anger at that moment. Draco growled when he held his c*ck. And then his hand started to move up and down. His mouth open while gripping his hard c*ck while he keep moving his hand up and down. Draco closed his eyes, and as soon as he did, he couldn't help but see Laura's image. But this time, he is imagining that she is full naked and just like what he did right now, she touching her pussy.

It was the same thought he had when he was looking for her that night, scouring the scene, harmed by her need of looking for him. Then he had seen the man standing close her with malice in his eyes, and everything had gone black. It must be since she is my mate. I’ve never felt this way, never. Draco despised the thought of a mate just since of what it was doing to him. To his brain, his mouth, his body, and his past resolve to as it were snare up with ladies for sex. The thought of resting with anybody else made him debilitated interior, and that in itself was cause to worry.

"You disgust me, Dragon Lord. You always have! " Lucian's face had no expression. Draco tried to read between his words but his vision was constantly getting clouded with negative visions. " Lucian. I am telling you, I am not in the mood." Draco tried resisting the vision with a raised hand. Lucian caught it instead and twisted it with such force, that Draco was taken by shock and he let a little cry out. " Look as you. Have a good look at yourself Draco. What is it that you have but I do not?

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?"

He inched closer towards her, trapping her fully beneath him, his already throbbing arousal pressing into her thigh. "I ask again. Do you want to be fucked senseless Stace?" his face was just inches from hers. Her eyes clouded with fear and arousal, she was wise enough to be scared of him at that moment, because the things he was considering doing to her were borderline wicked. He grinned wickedly down at her. She had no fucking clue, she looked so innocent gazing up at him, her lush curls cascading around her face. He took a handful of it and brought it to his nose, the scent made him grow harder and bigger. He felt her knees buck underneath him. "Please" she begged "I'm sorry Draco. I had