Draco Malfoy Long Hair Novels & Stories

They must have noticed their absence in the palace now, especially Prescott and the other twin. "I have been trying to know you, but you seem to be bent on lying. Who are you?" She asked the one whose name she now knew to be Draco, determined to keep the communication alive. "I think I have replied that question." Draco answered, stepping closer to her. He twirled some strands of her red hair on his fingers, while looking down on her with black emotionless eyes. "What did you do to Lily then?" She asked, putting up a brave look, as she cocked her head one side as if to take a good look at him.

The Lion of New York never failed to leave a memorable first impression. His hair was gelled back and yet, a few dark strands had dared to grace his forehead. Broad shoulders, a lean waist and strong legs…he filled every inch of the expensive suit he was wearing. Black jacket and pants paired with a silken red shirt underneath. If I hadn't been so intimidated, I would’ve reminded him that we matched…even though the situation didn’t call for light-hearted teasing. “You’re ‘the sister’?” Draco gave me a suspicious look, not believing me for an instant. “You? La sorella? La suora? Didn’t know you were the religious type.”

She coldly raised her eyes. Draco nodded and locked the door behind. "I also have my suspicions, but she'ld be stupid to try anything funny." "Are you also underestimating her? Leonardo can't seem to look past her body or whatever shit he's obsessed with!" She gritted as Draco took off his formal jacket. The triskeles tattoo which all the Kelions had peeked above the collar of his black shirt, on his neck region. "You can't really blame him though. She's a real looker.... But she won't catch me off guard." He promised as his tie went off next.

Not here. But there he was. Draco. Tall, arrogant, cruelly beautiful in that way only a man with too much power and zero shame could be. He stepped out of the car in an expensive black coat, shirt unbuttoned just enough to look effortless, not sloppy. Hair slicked back like he belonged on the cover of a crime thriller. And the smirk? That cocky, spine-shivering smirk? It was aimed right at me. “Is that... Don Draco?” Sasha whispered, clutching my arm like she was about to faint.

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.

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.

My energy boxes had successfully transferred some energy to my mother. "Melody..." Malfoy arrived in mother's room. His eyes scanned the room as he called out to me. I had only just stepped out to accompany Gio to the toilet. I took some time to check him out. Malfoy has grown so tall and huge, I could barely recognize him. If It wasn't for his hair that was the same as mine, I could have taken him for someone else. He was so handsome. "Malfoy," my voice came out as a whisper, but he heard. He turned and his mouth hung open as he looked at me.

It was pretty loud so I paused my music and looked up at him. "Your dad really killed his own flesh and blood," he asked me. I said yes then explained that he did because he'd been late to his birthday party. Everett's eyes were full of horror. "Maybe he really wasn't his son, although they looked the same, you know like Draco Malfoy's dad in Harry Potter," I mumbled with a grin. Everett looked off in thought and chuckled. "Your father looks identical to the character that played Draco's father in the movie, same long blonde hair and pissy disposition," he laughed heartily and I shrugged with a smile.

"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

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking