Draco Malfoy Memes Novels & Stories

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

Draco was not just consumed by resentment—he also possessed two rare Protection Shields. One came from himself, a defense born out of his past experiences, and the other was granted by a spirit who had sacrificed all their remaining fortune to create it for him. Aria hadn't noticed the shield before due to the presence of the Soul Suppression Plaque, but now she paused, observing the faint golden glow that emanated from his resentment. "Were you a soldier before?" she asked. Draco's eyes burned with fury. "So what if I was? They never treated us like humans. They deserve to die! All of them who bullied my daughter should die!" His anger boiled over as the Soul Suppression Plaque gleamed, fee

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

Madchen closed her eyes, and waited for the worst, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Suddenly, she felt Jason’s grip loosen on her, then heard an almighty thump. She opened her eyes to see Drago standing over her supervisor, glaring a hole through him. “Is this how you treat all your employees?” His voice was calm, too calm. Jason, now petrified, backed away on his elbows, putting space between him and the terrifying doctor. Watching Drago right now, in this moment, Madchen thought he really did resemble a dragon, on the verge of lighting Jason on fire.

“What do you mean? “You gave it to me yourself,” Malfoy chuckled. “You flashed the number at me remember?” Leaning back on his chair, there was a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Sarah: “...” He actually managed to remember? She felt chills covering her body as she looked at the man in front of her. What was he? Some freak with photogenic memory? “You are not just some usual everyday callboy now, are you?” Sarah asked raising her eyebrows.

-M Draco’s expression changed instantly. His eyes flashed dangerously, his jaw clenched, and his hand tightened around his phone. He cursed silently. Draco wasn’t stupid. The initial ‘M’ told him exactly who had sent the message. Even though it was a new number, he knew who would dare send something like this. “Mireya,” Draco growled through clenched teeth. Rage boiled in his chest. She was back—and she knew exactly how to provoke him.

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

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.

Draco simply took the glass with a smile and shook his head before going back to the bar and exchanging the wine glass for another whiskey on the rocks. “See those dudes in black? The ones pretending to be ‘the shit’ in the club and trying their best to impress those girls?” I pointed to the group in front of the bar up front as Draco nodded. “I bet they’re telling them right now that they know the owner…or that their dad is the owner.” “I’m no one’s father.” Draco scrunched up his nose distastefully. “Especially not someone who had a peacock blue Mohawk.” I laughed at his facial expression but just as we were about to turn around to go take our seats, one of the guys from the gang suddenly

"For some reason, he hasn't come out openly to voice out his distaste." "Maybe because he likes having his head on his shoulders," Draco chuckled. "Forget the peaceful father that you are now, your reputation remains in the heart of everyone that knows you." Mitch smirked. "The savage Lycan." "To the savage Lycan, who still lives beneath the fat potbelly of the loving father," Draco raised his glass cup. Mitch raised his glass and took a sip. Then he laughed and looked down. "I am still more muscular than you. Where's the potbelly?"