Draco Malfoy Older Novels & Stories

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

I hissed, baring my fangs at the elders and daring more of them to challenge me when they watched me back with stony faces. “All this for a human? You're going to be just like your father-” Draco Boone drawled coldly before I shut him up with a roar. “DON’T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY FATHER!” I bellowed, and the sound of the glass windows shattering was replaced only by the whistle of the cold wind in the room. How fucking dare he?! Draco Boone was the strongest and oldest of Backwoods elders, I did not want to pick a fight with him and yet, I wasn't sure what would happen if he brought up my father again.

She caught up to Draco, who was already at the door, indicating they should step out to talk. “Hey, Unc,” she called out. Draco had always felt like family to her, slightly younger than her father but just as battle-hardened. He gave her an apologetic hug as she approached. “I’m sorry I wasn’t around for the battle. I would have stopped him, you know I would have,” he said, his eyes glistening.

He would not make a noise till I needed him to. I never understood why Master preferred or loved Draco so much. I was the one who hovered around him. I was the one who took care of all his physical needs even when he was in meditation. I was the one who cared for him with all my heart. I never ever flinched for a second to give my life up for his service. Yet he preferred Draco who would always talk back. And let me remind you, it has nothing to do with loyalty towards our kingdom. This relationship was such since he was running about undressed, in his diapers. " Draco might be rude and insensible at times, but he got what others don't. He got foresight, vision and only he will be able to le

He also hated the fact that another guy held Summer first. "So," Draco looked back at Sky, "do you remember me?" Sky winced. "Sorry. I guess I meet new people too often." Draco put on a bigger smile. "No problem. Maybe you need a reminder." He opened his wallet, then showed her a picture. It was a portrait of the two of them when they were teenagers. His arm was around Sky's shoulder. Louis' face turned sour when he saw it. Meanwhile, Sky gasped. "Oh? You're that young boy!"

Draco was still staring at the picture when an old man walked into the office, he was putting on a purple robe as he tapped on his cane, most people feared this old man, he was Edward Steele, Draco's grandfather and Zephyr's great grandfather. " Draco! How dare you bully my granddaughter, I've come to take her away!!" He thundered darkly. " Grandpa" Zephyr's eyes brightened immediately as she rushed to hug him, almost pushing the poor old man to the ground. " Ow.. gently.. don't break these poor old bones" " Why are you here grandfather" Draco said coldly " Is that how you welcome your grandfather, didn't I tell you already, I'm here to take Zephyr for the weekend"

There was a white haired guy by his side, explaining what was in his own files to Marius at the same time, and they barely made any noise. ‘Impressive.’ I thought. Draco’s eyes met mine the second I turned to him and he flashed me a smile. He was sitting beside his brother, legs raised and placed on a seat beside him, and his phone in hand. Donovan was by his side, it confirmed that he was either his personal assistant and dog, or he probably did something bad to become Draco's servant. The difference between the four was very evident, one was serious and cool, the other was…well a whole bunch of things, particularly annoying.

"I took your demons," Draco said, "because you were my brother and I could not watch them take you." The room was absolutely silent. "I was twelve years old," Draco continued. His voice was still even but it had lost something the armour of it, maybe. "I didn't do it to be extraordinary. I did it because you were terrified and I was there and I couldn't.." he stopped. "I have never hated you. I have never, not once.." another stop. "I don't know how you've carried that for this long."

that old man cried “ARE YOU PLEADING GOING TO BRING MAKE THIS CLOTH NEW AGAIN… HA… NO YOU MOTHEFUCKING BASTARD…. NO…. YOU RUINED IT.... YOU RUINED THIS PRECIOUS SHEET WHICH WAS GOING TO TURN INTO A PRECIOUS GOWN FOR OUR QUEEN…..” Draco was cold to this situation, he was calmly watching everything with cold heart as he anyways hated humans and did not even budge from his place but all of sudden his eyes fell on back of a familiar figure who was now rushing towards that old man

Arshild interrupted Draco’s train of thought. Draco was surprised himself too. He was an arrogant young dragon who quickly rose to the title of Emperor. He was the youngest but also the strongest. For him to care about others was quite unthinkable. Draco smiled. “After spending time from the moment the boy was born until now, I suppose I’ve grown attached to him. As if he was my own son.” “Well, he is your own descendant. Although I don't know how many generations your family has, he's the first that you’ve been together with, yeah?”