Draco Malfoy Outfits Novels & Stories

“Babygirl, if you’re not up for it, I can help.” “N-No!” she hurried to take off her coat. After a moment of struggling, she finally managed to remove her hat and sunglasses, letting her golden blonde hair fall freely around her shoulders. “I’m done,” she sighed, placing the extra clothing aside, now revealing the pink bodycon dress that hugged her curves. Malfoy leaned back, his gaze lingering as he smiled. “Much better.” “Are you ordering something, or should I get us both a Dark ‘N’ Stormy, Miss… uh…” Malfoy paused, turning to her with a devilish grin.

Draco ordered making you think he was shivering. I raised my eyebrows when I looked at it. Is this serious? What does this have to do with training? But I thought he was talking to me, but he was looking at Reed. I saw how his jaws clenched but Reed and Ryujin exchanged without complaint. Ryujin just shook his head and we didn't dare to talk because Draco might start acting weird again what would he think? But suddenly I looked at the whole thing. He is wearing all black. From pants to a body-fit shirt that screams muscles and his combat boots and brushed-up hair, he is also wearing an aviator and has a dog tag. It also has a military watch. He's handsome in what he's wearing, but I just cri

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.

He must have thought he had everything prepared, but I guess he missed out on the clothes. ‘Have this,’ Draco handed out a hanger which had a white designer top on it to me, standing up from where he sat earlier. Sheepishly, I collected it from him and returned to the bathroom to change after which I checked myself out in the mirror. Damn! The cloth was so big and it stopped just below my butt giving an entirely new feeling. First, it was insecurity as I wasn’t used to wearing such short clothes. I could not imagine myself wearing it in front of the Alpha, thus hesitated a while before going out.

Draco remained in place, unmoving, and didn't respond. Emma blinked and said, "Do you want me to call someone to invite you in, or do you want someone to discover you came to my room in the middle of the night?" Although they weren't blood-related siblings and the young one was still so young, the rumors outside would be hard to bear. Draco clearly understood this, immediately obediently walking into the room. Emma saw water rings on the ground and noticed Draco's wet clothes. She felt a headache coming on. Little did she know that Draco was wearing only a simple silver robe that passed by her at that moment. His ears grew warm, and his face turned a shade of pink. He quickly lowered his hea

"Ana, what's your favorite color?" "Pink!" She exclaimed happily. "I love pink." "Pink?" She repeated, searching for a pink gown. "Here we go." She picks out a pink gown from the wardrobe. "Now you, Draco, what's your favorite color?" "Blue." "Blue. Blue. Blue. Gotcha!" She picks a blue shirt and a navy blue jean trouser. She helped them put on their clothes and shoes, styling their hair in the best way she can. "Ready?"

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.

I noticed a slight movement downwards and I looked down to find his fists clenching and unclenching. I smirked inwardly. Point noted. I dropped my hands and gripped my gown at my sides, pulling up so it would be out of my way when I walked. Zephyros blinked twice and looked away from my chest with immense speed. I took the distraction to ogle him. He was clad in an ivory jacket with black and golden threads drawing patterns on his collar, sleeves and hems. If his arms looked so muscular and sinewy in the jacket, I found myself wondering how he'd look without clothes on. Oh my...

Alpha Draco was glowing in his purple regalia that was hooked at the waist with a thin golden belt, his height was especially obvious that night as he walked to his chair. “He has always been handsome” I muttered, a smile showing on my face.

If the girl were thrown off Draco's back, the body would have been crushed. Draco wasn't too worried about Astrid. The girl was currently wearing her robe made from Draco's dragon scales. The robe would protect Astrid's body from impact. The cloak also kept Astrid against Draco's back. Unfortunately, Astrid did not know the uniqueness of the robe she was wearing. Naturally, Astrid was scared. Draco had absolutely no interest in telling Astrid because he was busy concentrating on flying while his strength was still there. He almost passed out.