Draco Malfoy Quidditch Sweatshirt Novels & Stories

The kind of room that had no purpose and therefore no softness. Draco was on the far side of it. I registered him in pieces, the way you registered things when your body was already reacting before your mind had fully caught up. The shirt on the floor somewhere behind him. The shirtless back turned toward me broad and defined and covered, across the left shoulder and down the spine, with a tattoo that was not decorative. A dragon, rendered in black ink so detailed and so large that for a moment I simply looked at it the scales, the wingspan, the specific quality of something that had been inked not as art but as record. A testimony. This happened to me and I survived it and here is the mark

She was dressed in a black armor, and that made Draco's breath jump. TBC.

More accurately, Trent was staring at Draco’s shirt underneath his lifted jacket. His green shirt had brass-buttoned cuffs. Trent’s gaze traveled to Draco’s collar, and his expression turned grim. He stared at Draco and asked solemnly, “Are you in active service, young man?” Lyon and members of the Four Ocean Commerce Guild looked over. Draco came with Kaze and kept to himself, so they thought Draco was Kaze’s sidekick and paid him no mind. Trent’s words made them frown. The man with the foul mouth was in the army.

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

Afterward, they placed a pill inside Draco’s mouth. After Draco took the pill, he calmed down and lost consciousness. ‘What’s going on?’ A lot of people were confused when they saw this. ‘Why did they knock their own team member out?’ David lifted his Evil-Splitting Sword to look at it. There was a faint redness on it. Even though he had chopped off one of Draco’s arms, there was no blood on the sword. ‘Perhaps the Evil-Splitting Sword doesn’t only slash all things evil,’ David thought to himself.

" I turn to Shade ignoring the baseball wielding jackass behind me.+ Shade raises an eyebrow at me. His gaze passes from me to the kitten in my arms then back up again. "You named him Mr. Malfoy?" he questions sounding dubious. "She named him Draco Malfoy." Jem cuts in. "I think Mr. Malfoy's a nickname." He goes on shrugging while Hunter scowls at the kitten like it's the source of all evil. The sound of breaking wood and shattering glass dies down behind us. I look at the three men in front of me expectantly. Raising an eyebrow at them in question. "What?" Jem asks confused as to what it is I want.Who's going to drive me to get stuff for Draco?" I ask again. "He'll need food, a bed, a toile

I growled, already tired of the lecture, "what's next, a slow-moving death trap?" Draco chuckled humorlessly and approached the shield, moving within centimetres of me. Martin's bullet and our tussle outside had clearly done a number on my foe. Draco's winter gear remained perfectly straight. In fact, the only flaw I could find with the man's appearance was the bloody hole in his shoulder. However, I could see a frightening mix of pain and anger in Draco's eyes, and it gave me a sense that he was close to coming unhinged. Through some sheer force of determination, Draco moved as though he hadn't been shot only a few minutes ago, leaning towards me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

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.

A deep, resonant voice spoke from right behind me. I turned my head and saw Draco. He was wearing a white suit that matched mine, and a single flower was pinned to his chest. Steadying me, he gently patted my shoulder in reassurance. "Why are you all wet? Go change into another dress," he said, his voice calm and composed. "I think the mermaid gown from yesterday suits you better." Then, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

I kept my eyes pointed away from him the entire time but the sounds of him moving still reached me and made my stomach turn with fresh disgust and unwanted memories. We walked back to the dorm together in silence once more. The campus had more people out now and the sun was fully up. When we stepped inside our room Draco dropped his bag heavily on the floor near his bed and turned toward me. He reached out fast and grabbed the collar of my hoodie near my neck before I could step away. His fingers came dangerously close to the hidden bite mark. “Take that fucking hoodie off already,” he said, his voice low and demanding. “It is warm in here and you have been wearing it like armor since yester