Draco Malfoy Quidditch Sweatshirt Novels & Stories

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.

We looked at him in wonder. "What?" He asked, as he noticed us looking at him. “I need to save these clothes, my babe just bought this for me. I can't let this get wet, I have to wear it again tomorrow." he looked for a cover in his pink shirt , I shook my head and looked at my companions. We were thinking the same thing, Draco answered him. "Bud, you do know what's written in your shirt." “Yeah, yeah. Don't mind me, I can be whatever she likes if that takes her not leaving me again." I sighed and patted Draco's shoulder and asked him to answer again.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Thankfully I healed quickly, my immune system was strong. I didn't have any clothes around and since Marius destroyed what he brought me with, he had to take responsibility. I walked into the dressing room and took an oddly massive black t-shirt from the hanger and another pair of shorts. Threw it on and packed my hair into a loose bun. However, when I turned to leave, I found Draco standing by the door with his arms crossed. I frowned, “What?" Draco smirked, “I'm offended by the fact you're wearing my brother's clothes."

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.

asked Mey, sounded so surprised. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. My friend flinched and looked at Mey nervously. "Do you like it?" Mey shook her head and his smile was gone. "Are you kidding? I love it!!" She proceeded to throw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. It seemed that she no longer cared about her dad possibly throwing a murderous glare at their way.

he mumbled. She blended in his arms, squeezing her cheek against his chest. The signal made his heart pound. I require air. Carefully, Draco hung her on the pads and slipped out from beneath her. He looked around the room, spotting one of his coats hanging on the back of the entryway. He caught it off the snare and secured Sydney. Grabbing his pants off the floor, Draco rapidly ventured into them and pulled his clean T-shirt back on, giving Sydney one final see some time recently heading out of his dressing room.

Joel silently followed behind me, his footsteps quiet as he lingered a few steps behind and yet, I knew he saw everything. Draco was wearing a white casual T-shirt and black jeans with a black denim jacket thrown over his shoulders. His shades were in his hair and he was wearing converse shoes instead of his regular polished boots. The casual attire had thrown me off when I had first seen him, mostly because I had never seen him wear casual clothes to this extent before. No one would be able to tell that he was the Capo de Capi, the most feared man in all of New York, just by looking at him right now.

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.