Draco Malfoy Second Year Novels & Stories

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

She inclined against the back pad confronting him whereas she twisted her cute feet beneath her booty. Draco took her by both her hands in his, at that point looked at her sternly. Her lips were sulking, and in spite of his crave to kiss all her torment absent, he had to do way better with his words since they were what fucked everything up in the to begin with place. “You have completely nothing to be too bad about,” Draco said. “From what I keep in mind, I like cars, which implies I likely drive them as well quick. And that was what I did that night, blowing up and letting my outrage get the best of me.”

I was so nervous since they didn't allow me to go up to my room and Lincoln stood behind me like he was trying to prevent me from escaping. My chest pounded hard as Draco walked three steps close to me, slowly with a thick smoke emanating from his nostrils and embracing my face. I coughed a bit and he suddenly cupped my jaw fiercely, I startled. "Do you really think you're so smart because you're quite young? Remember our agreement before I allowed you to resume school, right? So why the hell did classes end and you remained there, instead of alerting Lincoln and the driver, huh?" He angrily moved my jaw sideways, my face flinched as tears flowed down my cheeks.

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

I rolled my eyes even though he can't see me. "You disappeared suddenly giving us no trace of yours and now you are asking me who remembers whom, huh?" I accused him of his negligence. Draco is Uncle John's third son and is a playboy too. He almost disappeared for two years saying he want to visit most of the countries. He didn't contact anyone until now. "Okay.... okay... I admit. The fault is all mines. I'm sorry. By the way, how is my niece?" He asked referring to Sweety.

He was looking behind him. With bated breath, Draco slowly begin to turn around, only to be greeted with a large red scaly head with yellow slit eyes, a large snout with huge canines poking out. It is safe to say, Draco almost fainted. Keyword: almost. For no sooner had his eyes landed on the beast, he released a shrill girly scream, running toward Stefanos and hiding behind the man. He screamed and screamed and screamed, forcing the birds to fly out of their nests and for Stefanos to start pushing the man away.

A Long Time Ago. “Draco!” Ayri yelled Draco stopped and he was nothing like Felan was picturing. “Let me guess you were expecting a Dunce cap with a long gray beard.” Ayri said, judging the look on Felan’s face. Draco stood at least 6ft 5inches. Though he was over a hundred years old he looked no older than thirty. “Ayri! How is my favorite pain in the ass?” “Still mad at me, I see. I swear if I had known you were going to be there, I would have never pulled that prank.” “It took me two years to get that classroom back in order.” He replied.

And not long after, a small bell at the end of the door rang, revealing a pale-skinned young man who immediately smiled faintly at the shop assistant who had also previously greeted Calistha. "You will definitely visit her again, what do you want Malfoy?" Calistha immediately straightened her body warily while staring intently at the man. From head to toe, Calistha felt that Malfoy didn't look suspicious at all. The man looked like an ordinary youth around his mid-twenties with pale skin that gave off a mysterious aura. Calistha silently continued to observe the movements of Malfoy who was currently pulling a chair, not far from where she was sitting. But when she was busy observing a Malfoy

"Draco do you miss your sister? Cause I don't, she was a horrible disgusting cunt and her death brings me happiness every day. I have zero regrets that I left her to die, in fact given the opportunity I'd push her off that cliff again to save my Anna." As I say those last words I begin to laugh, laugh at how much of a failure I am but become resolved to not fail Elle. I laugh at how ridiculous Draco is and I laugh knowing I may never get out of here. It's a strange peace that comes over me. Draco pulls a knife out of the side of his pocket

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