Draco Malfoy Quidditch Novels & Stories

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.

Draco yells. "Me, what about me. I am just nothing. I am not unique in any way whatsoever," I say. Draco stomps his foot and has a tantrum. He throws his hands around like a child. Then looks at me and points both hands at me. "Yes, you are. I cannot believe you have not figured it out yet, Angela. You are special," Draco says to me.

I leaned back and swung my fist forward, leaning my weight into a powerful haymaker. Draco grinned. The blow, meant for his head, slid off his outstretched arms and was caught in his hands. My eyes widened. Draco wasn't defenceless without a weapon. He knew martial arts! A hand struck my neck, robbing me of breath. My vision blurred. Draco reared back, swung me around and tossed me in the snow like a child's doll. Snow seeped down the collar of my jacket, freezing my back. I struggled to breathe.

Bluey wrapped her legs around his waist and dipped her face in his shoulders as she inhaled his scent . . . Draco gritted his teeth from where he hid "I hate him. I failed again"He cursed and bite harder on his lower lip. He looked around and when he saw no one, he brought out his phone He quickly dialed the first number in his call log. It rang. Draco peeped to make sure nobody was closed by He heard someone's voice from the other side of the phone and that's when he realized he has picked "we both failed again. We need to get a Plan B. I bet she will recover her memory soon"He whispered

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

The trapped soldiers yelled from behind with their voices magnified . It definitely seemed as if Draco had a death wish. His actions were nothing less than that of a lovesick lunatic. But no matter what the situation looked like from the outside, Draco was still the infamous king that everyone feared. He swirled right in the middle of the darts to determine from where they were coming. The shadowy camp of the Hounds was now exactly in front of him. He moved like butter, avoiding the darts as if he was playing a game. The Hounds leaped out in fear as he approached them, at high speed. His wings were wrapped around his body and his body rotating at high speed, creating a tornado with the wind.

Whoever draws the first blood from me gets the sum of a hundred coins, come on, boys." Motivated, the hot-blooded males charged at Draco now. Determination etched on their brows, battle cries dripping from their mouths. Draco let himself be kicked. He took the kick in the belly and moaned. It was a relief to him to feel this sweet bliss of pain. He staggered, coughing. His gaze spiraled, blurring at the edges a bit. "Yeah, that's more like it," He hoarsely spat, breathing

"I don’t need help with anything, darling. Certainly not when it comes to a woman like—you... I've bedded a lot of women.... they all submit to me eventually." The air in the room suddenly shifted. The temperature dropped, not by degrees, but by a sudden, freezing pressure that silenced the banter instantly. A heavy, dark presence detached itself from the shadows near the balcony. Draco. He didn't speak... he didn't laugh. He moved with the terrifying, fluid grace of a panther closing in on its prey. Before I could process the sudden shift in proximity, a large, calloused hand clamped firmly around my waist. The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress.