Draco Malfoy Second Year Novels & Stories

She stomped away. I chugged the drink and placed down the glass with a thud. “Am I drunk or are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I narrowed my eyes at some man who was now harassing the green head. “That’s Malfoy.” Storm’s jaw ticked. “It’s him.” I clenched my hands. Does he even know what this place is? I doubted that. Junior would’ve gotten him the moment he was recognized.

I was still so sensitive, and slick and aching despite how much I wanted to punch him in the throat. “Fine," I hissed. “But if you try anything…” “You'll sue me..I remember." He rolled his eyes, then stood up slowly, walking towards the door. He unlocked it without looking back at me, but I waited, hoping Draco would drag him out too. The second it opened, to my greatest surprise, Draco slipped inside like smoke, without even waiting for Marius to say a word. His shirt was already half unbottoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows and that signature lazy grin plastered across his face.

he added, shooting Draco a pointed look. Draco didn’t flinch. He just slid his hands into his pockets, a smirk still playing on his lips. “I hope to see you around.” I managed a shy wave before Greg dragged me toward the music building. My heart was still hammering as we hurried down the hall, though the excitement of my first day dimmed beneath something else—something sharper, deeper. I saw him throughout the day as we switched classes. Draco. Always surrounded by the popular crowd, moving through campus like he owned it. Women clung to his arms, laughter spilling around him. He was untouchable, magnetic.

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.

Both Sarah and Vincent turned to stare at him—Sarah in surprise, while Vincent looked annoyed. “This is a family matter,” Vincent growled angrily, reaching to grab Malfoy’s collar. “Mind your own business, mister.” Malfoy dodged to the side before he could grab him. A vein popped on his forehead in anger. This was the second time someone had tried to mess with him. Grabbing his collar?! He inwardly cursed as he slapped Vincent’s hand away. People were disrespecting him a lot these days. “You don’t recognize me, do you?” Malfoy asked Vincent, his lips curling up in an evil smile. He never really liked drama, but this one! He loved that he was a part of it.

Master sat comfortably on his plush chair in his chamber, sipping a cup of hot medical tea as he awaited the arrival of his Draco. The drama previously,hadn't given him any opportunity to talk with Draco after he came back. There were urgent matters that needed discussion.He wasn't feeling very well lately but that was not a matter of concern. Master smiled to himself as he remembered the many years he and Draco had shared in the past, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia as he waited for Draco's arrival.

the other man let out a shriek. Draco, however, seemed fine despite the tough landing. He flipped over and got to his feet, his beady eyes glinting with malice as he glowered at Liam. "Ah, I have made the foolish mistake of underestimating you, you little twat! It's no wonder you had the guts to make such outrageous claims! It turns out you do have some tricks up your sleeve!" he said, sneering. He rubbed his chest, where it still throbbed from where Liam struck him, and said, "We'll see if you get lucky a second time, you twat!" With that, Draco channeled a powerful surge of energy—that of a two-star military king. He had learned his lesson and knew not to underestimate Liam this time. The

Getting out of bed he walked over to them before hugging them both tightly in a bear hug making Finlay laugh and Fiona frown saying she can't breathe. "Dwarco said you were sick so he took care of you. I thanked him. But lwet me take care of you nwext time," Finlay said, holding her cheeks in his small chubby hands and making her look at him as he talked. She bobbed her head and Finn kissed her cheek with a smile as she kissed his cheek sneaking a glance at Draco who was smiling. Goofy. "Alright, get ready; you both. We need to meet our kingdom," Draco said and they both stared at him. He wore a bathrobe and a few minutes later the door opened and maids hurried in holding dresses and so many

I said, my voice thin as I swallowed deeply, knowing damn well that I don't heal fast. "Yeah, but healing doesn't help much if you're dead, Maeve," Nyla said, grabbing my clothes and huddling closer. Around me I could see Dalia's eyes popping wide as she looked like she was regretting her decisions. Kaida's hold on her must be the only thing stopping her from bolting. The murmurs started as some students looked terrified out of their minds while others looked calm.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"