Draco Malfoy In Modern Clothes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Draco stepped from the mist. He wore no armor, no cloak, no crown. His clothes were simple, black as bone dust, his hair loose around him. He did not walk; he glided. Each step spread decay into the grass, a trail of dead earth following his heels. When he reached the center of the valley, he stopped, like a king settling into his throne. “I expected you,” he said. The voice was silk, dripping with poison. A ripple of fear traveled through the wolves behind us. I squeezed my weapons until my knuckles ached.

I saw Draco and Albert both coming back to their senses upon hearing my word…. “Ahhe… yes.. yes…we should get going..” Draco suddenly replied with cheeky smile of his…and moved out of house with Albert beside him… in meantime I checked their outfit and I must saw Albert had groomed up well… he was looking elegant and royal in his midnight blue colored suit gown which was coated with detailed golden colored design… while Draco… he looked way more handsome then he was in his green colored tunic cotton shirt and cream.. Colored trouser and high boots…

"I’m not the kind of person who finds joy in others’ misfortune. Draco tsked when he remembered her saying that. That was the difference between him and Laura. He would be happy seeing her father Leo suffer and in pain. So he would stick to his plan. Nothing would change. He picked up the pill from the table and brought it to his mouth. Then he grabbed the glass of water and drank it. After that, he stood up from the side of the bed. But he paused again when he noticed what he was wearing. He was now dressed in a white t-shirt and gray pajamas. He frowned. He couldn’t remember changing his clothes last night, thanks to the strong liquor he drank. He couldn’t believe how strong the drink had

Thankfully I healed quickly, my immune system was strong. I didn't have any clothes around and since Marius destroyed what he brought me with, he had to take responsibility. I walked into the dressing room and took an oddly massive black t-shirt from the hanger and another pair of shorts. Threw it on and packed my hair into a loose bun. However, when I turned to leave, I found Draco standing by the door with his arms crossed. I frowned, “What?" Draco smirked, “I'm offended by the fact you're wearing my brother's clothes."

A deep, resonant voice spoke from right behind me. I turned my head and saw Draco. He was wearing a white suit that matched mine, and a single flower was pinned to his chest. Steadying me, he gently patted my shoulder in reassurance. "Why are you all wet? Go change into another dress," he said, his voice calm and composed. "I think the mermaid gown from yesterday suits you better." Then, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Mrs Malfoy's gaze moved to the couch where she had dropped the folded dress. "Is there any thing else I can do for you, your majesty?" She asked. "Yes." "Okay." "Do you mind joining me for a picnic?" Mrs Malfoy requested. Emma was speechless. She did mind but she didn't have the perfect dress for it. "I do, but I can't hang out with her majesty like this." "Don't worry about the dress, I already have one for you." She said, stepping out of the bed. She went to her wardrobe, bringing out a folded gown sealed in a transparent nylon. The cloth looks new, pressed and well folded. "I bought you this."

Lucas started the reasonable facts put. Draco saw meaning in his words, but that doesn't mean he should let himself be naked when they haven't even gone to the main battle at all. “Why don't you wear that then.” Clara chipped in after trailing her eyes all over, she ended up finding a shredded cloth which was Patrick's own, but now he was dead, and his white garment was just laying on the floor unused? “No! You don't expect me to wear that, do you?” Draco muttered in disgust.

But I had no idea how much more heartbreak I could take, or if this was still worth it. I fell asleep crying. I was not able to eat dinner or change my clothes. I still had the same clothes I had when I came home. “Iris…” I heard someone calling my name, and I immediately sat up, terrified someone might take me, only to find myself face-to-face with Draco. He was sitting on the side of my bed, still wearing the same clothes that he had on when he left earlier. His eyes looked droopy, and he smelled of alcohol. “Did I wake you up?”

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.

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "