Draco Malfoy Long Hair Novels & Stories

This was what she had wanted for a year. "Then you know how this goes darling, get on your knees," Draco ordered, and swiftly she obeyed. Angela wasn't home and wouldn't be home until evening, which meant he could finally get what he had dreamed of for a year now. Blair swallowed in anticipation as Draco undid the ropes to his sweatpants and dropped them. His cock jutted out in the open, causing her to gasp in shock. Seeing him so close up, he looked like a delicious popsicle that she wanted to lick all day.

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.

Lucia demanded, pulling the girl toward her. But before the servant could answer, a deep, dark chuckle echoed from behind and Draco staggered into the hallway. He was shirtless, wearing only loose, unbuttoned pants, while a half empty bottle of liquor dangled from one hand. His hair was disheveled, and he had a twisted grin on his face that didn’t belong to any sane man. His eyes glittered with a drunken, predatory satisfaction. “Well, well…” he slurred. “Look who ran away before the fun was over.”

It didn't make sense, in fact, at this moment nothing made sense at all. However, a chill ran down my spine and goosebumps rose on my skin as a figure stepped out from behind Draco. Taller, with longer but darker blonde hair and the same eyes Draco had, except his was colder. “Marius….” ‘Marius? M.. Marius Vasilev!’ Why would he come here? Draco groaned as he wiped the blood that flowed out of his bandage to his temple. “That hurt…what the hell was that for?!” he asked, his tone hoarse and laced with pain.

She messed with it occasionally, scowling as it tangled in her curls. Dain, on the other hand, seemed wholly at home in his dark dress shirt and slacks. His crown was perched atop his brow and was made of some kind of strange metal that resembled a night sky. Each razor-sharp point was topped with a gemstone star. Just as I took the seat next to Orion, Draco entered. He was freshly changed, his frosted hair now brushed and hanging down his back. Our eyes locked instantly, and a flood of warmth spread throughout my insides. It was insane to think that I’d missed him during our short time apart, but I had. I’d missed him and Azrael so damn much I could still feel the lingering ache in my chest

I suddenly questioned him and openly ogled his perfectly toned body. “No… I like long hairs” Draco replied by running his fingers in his wet locks and peeked at me through table mirror. “Do you want me cut hairs?” he further added staring at me through mirror. “Ah… I just wonder how you will look in short hairs” I replied honestly and passed him my warm smile. Once everything was done we both walked out of our room and made our way to royal dining hall.

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.

She opened her long braid and her hair had beautiful long curls and she let her hair loose at the back. She stepped out only to pause when her eyes fell on Draco who was dressed in a crisp white button-down and black slacks with his hair gelled back. He looked so handsome but when her eyes met his she gulped. He was mad and his jaw clenched when his eyes raked over her, she didn't get ready. Finn and Gena who were on the couch gaped at Draco silently because he had burst open the door before barging in like a fuming beast.

Draco's fingers feathered over the scar as he reminisced about that moment of darkness in his life, the moment he lost the light that brightened his world. "Do you want an updo, my lord?" the male servant behind him asked, the voice pulling Draco away from his den of thoughts. "Yes, an updo," he responded, his voice raspy. He still gazed at his scarred face in the mirror, allowing the servant to run the comb through his shoulder-length hair. Draco had always kept his hair like that because Andriandita loved it that way. Back when she was alive and he'd lay on her lap, she'd run her dainty fingers over his hair as she read him stories. It was basically simple moments that he cherished the mos

The minute I saw the idiot who had tied me up, I am going to kill him. I heard footsteps and as I looked up I saw a man shadow through the floor boards. Dust was all over the small room, the only light coming through was from the floor boards. The shadow moved, disappearing from view before I heard steps coming down a set of stairs. Only a second later, the door was slammed open, illuminating the room with light too harsh for my eyes. The man in the doorway was someone I didn’t know but still made bile raise in my throat. He resembled Draco Malfoy with whitish blonde hair and a scowl that seemed like a scar. “She’s awake!” he called before entering the room, the door slamming closed behind h