Draco Malfoy Quidditch Sweatshirt Novels & Stories

The brief memory made him smile, but Draco didn't understand how the locket magically appeared in the castle. Draco was certain Andriandita had it leashed around her neck while he buried her. "I guess this isn't it. Maybe someone has this kind of locket," Draco murmured to himself. He was about to put it back into the box when someone knocked on the door. "Come in," he closed the box with the lockets and stashed it on his shelf before turning to see the male servant. "My lord," the male servant bowed in greeting. "May I help you?" he gestured, earning a nod from the servant.

My jaw clenched. By the time I tried on the fifth dress, I was sweating, silently cursing everything from Draco’s stupid cheekbones to Larry’s stupid fingers. How did I get into this mess? Why couldn’t I be a normal girl with a boring boyfriend and a part-time job at a bookstore? “You’re staring again,” Draco drawled as I stepped out in a dark emerald gown. “That one... hmm. It says ‘deadly but still docile.’ I like it.” “I feel like I’m being packaged for auction,” I snapped and hoped he wouldn't pull a gun and shoot me.

Draco stepped from the mist. He wore no armor, no cloak, no crown. His clothes were simple, black as bone dust, his hair loose around him. He did not walk; he glided. Each step spread decay into the grass, a trail of dead earth following his heels. When he reached the center of the valley, he stopped, like a king settling into his throne. “I expected you,” he said. The voice was silk, dripping with poison. A ripple of fear traveled through the wolves behind us. I squeezed my weapons until my knuckles ached.

Draco was not just consumed by resentment—he also possessed two rare Protection Shields. One came from himself, a defense born out of his past experiences, and the other was granted by a spirit who had sacrificed all their remaining fortune to create it for him. Aria hadn't noticed the shield before due to the presence of the Soul Suppression Plaque, but now she paused, observing the faint golden glow that emanated from his resentment. "Were you a soldier before?" she asked. Draco's eyes burned with fury. "So what if I was? They never treated us like humans. They deserve to die! All of them who bullied my daughter should die!" His anger boiled over as the Soul Suppression Plaque gleamed, fee

“He’s out!” “The legate is out!” “Hooray! War Legate Draco has finally come out!” Draco donned a black military suit—looking valiant and exuding a powerful, heroic bearing—had finally shown up before the people. This time, he was not wearing his face shield. His handsome face was chiseled to masculinity perfection and his indomitable, strong body exuded boundless murderous intent. Everyone was excited. Every single person was emotional beyond comparison.

Draco muttered in disgust. “Yeah you do, if not that then what will you wear?” Lucas asked and giggled afterward. "Shit.” Draco cursed after looking back at the garment on the floor. As much as he hated it, he knew he had no choice but to get on with that or else his stuff would be left wide open for all eyes to pry on, especially Clara. Just as he thought, she was still looking at his manhood so passionately that he had to use both hands to shield it from her eyes.

asked Mey, sounded so surprise. 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 shrugged off his coat, draping it over the chair next to him, casually revealing his muscular arms, where veins bulged like they were auditioning for a fitness ad. Wow, okay, she thought, adjusting her sunglasses. He’s built quite good… She eyed him again, this time more carefully, sizing him up. No wonder I gave in that night. The market must be competitive these days—even the callboys look like they’ve stepped out of a modeling magazine. “Aren’t you taking… this off?” Malfoy pointed at her layers of clothing. “It’s pretty hot in here.” Seeing her hesitate, he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. “Babygirl, if you’re not up for it, I can help.”

You almost bellows. "I'm not sure what you mean ba. I'm fine" I answer. "Look at me Draco" he says gesturing to himself. So, I do. I take in his dark hair that is always slick blacked. I see his robing which is colored brown today but is always rimmed in gold thread. I see is wooden geta that also have sparkles of gold in them. I look back to his face and see his dark eyebrows raised and his purses lips.

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "