Draco Malfoy In Modern Clothes Novels & Stories

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.

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.

But at the early hours of dawn, when light had just begun to break through the horizon…I hadn't even realized when I had dozed off and as a result…one of my hands had been tied to the bed while I had been sleeping. Snapping my eyes open, I jerked on the constraints, only to be yanked back hard by whatever was holding me. “Damnit!” I winced when the pain shot through my arm. “Stop struggling and you won’t have to get hurt.” My eyes snapped to the source of the voice to find Draco sitting at the foot of the bed, putting on his shoes. He was almost fully dressed in a full sleeved maroon shirt and indigo slate colored dress pants, and from the way his hair was sleeked back; it looked like he had

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.

"But you just messed everything up with the news of your death, and your silly game of being that annoying old Hornet!" Malfoy really couldn't hold back all his emotions for Jacob who had just made a confession. Exactly thirty minutes ago, Malfoy had the unexpected surprise of visiting the Hornet's little hut in the slums of Mandrake Street. With a face full of disgusting smiles, Malfoy was greeted by Jacob, who was no longer using his disguises. The man had removed his white wig, and the thick beard that had always filled his white oriental face which, unfortunately, turned out to be quite handsome if he didn't wear all that disguise. Malfoy really doesn't understand Jacob's way of thinking

She was dressed in a black armor, and that made Draco's breath jump. TBC.

I kept my eyes pointed away from him the entire time but the sounds of him moving still reached me and made my stomach turn with fresh disgust and unwanted memories. We walked back to the dorm together in silence once more. The campus had more people out now and the sun was fully up. When we stepped inside our room Draco dropped his bag heavily on the floor near his bed and turned toward me. He reached out fast and grabbed the collar of my hoodie near my neck before I could step away. His fingers came dangerously close to the hidden bite mark. “Take that fucking hoodie off already,” he said, his voice low and demanding. “It is warm in here and you have been wearing it like armor since yester

Yesterday, as the host, the Foxhall royal family spared no expense, distributing a substantial amount of rare medicinal treasures to the other royal families to aid in their recovery. Today, everyone's injuries had stabilized. However, their expressions were grim. "Draco, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Draco sat upright, his face impassive. There was no trace of emotion—no way to tell what he was thinking. It was as if nothing had happened yesterday. "I've only been practicing the Tyrant Dragon Physique for three months. I haven't fully mastered it yet. Gideon must have perfected his Solar Titan Physique long ago.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

The fate of his kind depended on it. Draco took a deep breath, the pain in his head still nagging at him as he stood up from the Jacuzzi. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his closet to don his war clothes. The black leather armor, decorated with silver studs, hung on a rack beside the door. He slid the shirt on first, feeling the leather creak as it molded to his body. Then he reached for the pants, the material thick and heavy, and strapped on his boots.