Draco Malfoy Memes Novels & Stories

"Draco do you miss your sister? Cause I don't, she was a horrible disgusting cunt and her death brings me happiness every day. I have zero regrets that I left her to die, in fact given the opportunity I'd push her off that cliff again to save my Anna." As I say those last words I begin to laugh, laugh at how much of a failure I am but become resolved to not fail Elle. I laugh at how ridiculous Draco is and I laugh knowing I may never get out of here. It's a strange peace that comes over me. Draco pulls a knife out of the side of his pocket

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

He held her hand. “Just hang in there. The time is almost up.” He murmured. “Shit! F*ck all of you!” Draco screamed, his face also full of rashes and is severely swollen. It’s amazing how he still had enough breath to curse as enthusiastically as that. Olga on the other hand, had long been passed out on the floor, her face and skin in the same state as Draco’s. While Tradd just stared at them blankly. He had eaten a scoop of animal feces and it was extremely disgusting. The smell was horrible. He just made himself think over and over that cow only eat grass, so their feces is basically grass.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

he said looking at Theo who was glaring at him back. “I still have million ways to suck the powers out of her and reign over everything” he spoke with a smirk making Theo to wonder and his eyes immediately widened. “Don’t you.. no, Don’t you dare do that. I would kill you with my own hands if you try something that will hurt my mom and sister” he said in a threatening and a begging tone, but Draco started laughing hard. “are you scared right now, Little boy? Ha, dare to provoke me, huh? You will see what I am going to do” saying he got up from his throne as those creatures started walking behind him.

A Long Time Ago. “Draco!” Ayri yelled Draco stopped and he was nothing like Felan was picturing. “Let me guess you were expecting a Dunce cap with a long gray beard.” Ayri said, judging the look on Felan’s face. Draco stood at least 6ft 5inches. Though he was over a hundred years old he looked no older than thirty. “Ayri! How is my favorite pain in the ass?” “Still mad at me, I see. I swear if I had known you were going to be there, I would have never pulled that prank.” “It took me two years to get that classroom back in order.” He replied.

Even Draco seemed like a changed person—smiling and happy to see me, a side of him I had rarely experienced. As I sat there, Hera’s fragmented memories swirled, leaving me confused. Draco was an only child, so why were they calling themselves her parents? My mind scrambled for answers but found none. A voice whispered, Revenge. I bit my lip, bitterness spreading through me. As I listened to their conversation and answered their questions, I swore to make them suffer double what I had endured, until the anger in my heart subsided.

“You shouldn't be distracted boy, if you were on the battlefield, a little distraction can cost you your head.” “I feel trapped in this body,” Draco said, his voice filled with disdain. “Then maybe you should leave,” I replied getting up angrily. “Why were you suddenly distracted?” “Well, I was talking to you but your mind was filled with the lustful thoughts of fucking the queen in all ways possible,” he defended. “Don't act like you do not like it as much as I do,” I scoffed, turning to the man. “I was a little distracted.” “Our fantasy would only remember a fantasy if we die today,” Draco continued.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

Draco was sitting on my bed. Drunk. Silent. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, covered in faint scars. His slacks hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him on the floor. He looked up at me slowly. And smiled. But it wasn’t the charming, smug grin he usually wore. This one was cold. Tired. Mad. “How the fuck did he get in here…” I whispered, backing toward the bathroom, but it was already too late.