Draco Malfoy Pfp Novels & Stories

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!"

The rich young masters were not her cup of tea, and they were nothing compared to the Wolf King. “Get in, I’ll send you back,” Malfoy said with a bright smile. “No thanks,” Rainbow said with a pout before she got into the passenger’s seat of the Mercedes. Malfoy was irritated. He was the young master of the Astons, a wealthy young man who was the ideal prince to many young girls. There would be a line of girls just waiting to get into his car and spend time with him but not Rainbow. Malfoy saw Andrius starting the car. A hint of grim flashed across his fair and handsome face. He went up to the driver’s seat and said, “Punk, do you know who I am? How dare you…”

he grumbled, and began walking away. Snapping out of my trance, I hastily adjusted my dress. The thought of fleeing this place forever crossed my mind, but it was a futile thought. Wherever I ran, Draco would find me. He was a feared mafia lord, reigning over this city. "Girl... Come here," Draco's sharp, cold command snapped me back to reality. When I looked up, I saw him fully dressed, exuding a dangerous aura. Despite his chilling demeanor, there was no denying his striking handsomeness. He appeared to be in his twenties, but such details hardly mattered. He was a ruthless mafia lord at such a young age.

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.

My energy boxes had successfully transferred some energy to my mother. "Melody..." Malfoy arrived in mother's room. His eyes scanned the room as he called out to me. I had only just stepped out to accompany Gio to the toilet. I took some time to check him out. Malfoy has grown so tall and huge, I could barely recognize him. If It wasn't for his hair that was the same as mine, I could have taken him for someone else. He was so handsome. "Malfoy," my voice came out as a whisper, but he heard. He turned and his mouth hung open as he looked at me.

Malfoy paused, turning to her with a devilish grin. “Sarah,” Sarah rolled her eyes at him as she gave him her name. “What’s yours?” “Malfoy,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you can call me yours, for now.” He chuckled, signaling the waiter to come over. “Sarah…” he muttered under his breath, pleased with how it felt just right rolling off his tongue.

With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia. In an instant, the darkness that had shrouded her dissipated, leaving her crumpled on the ground, her monstrous facade replaced by her disheveled human form. Gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the throne room as the twisted manifestation of Malia's power dissipated, leaving only a sense of eerie stillness in its wake. All eyes turned toward the figure in black, the source of this unexpected intervention. As my gaze locked with theirs, a jolt of recognition surged through me. It was Draco, the vampire who had saved me.

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

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.

Emily said. "So soon?" He asked. "Yes. Do you wanna see it?" She asked. "Yeah." He said. Emily ran back to the room to get her drawing. Drago stood beside his father, smiling. "He looks just like you." Emma smirked. "What's your name, son?" "My name is Drago Malfoy." He responded. "I gave him the name to always remember you." "And that of Emily?" He asked. "Cos it's sounding more like Emma." "Just to keep reminding me of the two of us." She said with a shrug.