Draco Malfoy Pictures Novels & Stories

He felt the lock of the house but it was still firmly bolted. We unlocked the door and walked inside. As soon as we all went in, we stopped dead in our tracks. On the sofa, sat a handsome figure, with dark hair and red pupils. He looked extremely attractive with his evil aura. I felt drawn to him but Logan held on to my arm and kept me defensively at his side. He wore a clean black suit and had a smile on his face. “Hello Draco. It’s been a long time…”

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.

His skin was too pale for anyone's liking. I suddenly found myself thinking about Draco Malfoy, Ursula and Jack from Frozen. He wasn't like any of them but he really looked like some Ice prince who came out of a cartoon. It's only a moment later that I realized I was gawking at him while he too was staring back at me. I also felt many pairs of eyes on us from both sides of the corridor. “How dare you talk to me like that? It was you who bumped into me,” he said in a low voice, through gritted teeth. “Pick it up,” he said, pointing at the items lying on the floor.

“I-It’s in here, the photos…” “Any other copies?” Malfoy asked as he inserted the memory card into his phone. “No sir!” Vincent shook his head. He hadn’t made any copies. There never was any need for it. Malfoy’s eyes glinted in surprise as he scrolled through the photos inside the memory card. There was not much, but the guy in the photo was none other than himself. The photos were taken in the bar where they had met while drinking. “These photos,” Malfoy turned to face Vincent. “What are these?”

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 retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

The door to the suite was open, and standing in the entryway was Draco, feral from a night roaming as a mindless beast. He took a step closer, the tendons on his neck straining, and snarled. “Mine.”

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

“She sat up to see Draco sitting in a chair in the corner, his deep emerald eyes, roaming over her. Madchen looked down to see she was only in a t-shirt, and she panicked. “How, how?” “I changed you into that,” he walked over to her and knelt down by the bed. Madchen instinctively pulled the covers to her chin. Drago reached out to her, but she shied away from him.Undeterred, he sat on the bed with her,slowly reaching again, and caressing her face. “So, beautiful,” he whispered,”You passed out on the ride home, no doubt from all the yelling.You have never taken up for yourself, have you?”

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.