Draco-malfoy Smile Novels & Stories

His snarl echoed, but it carried desperation rather than dominance. Draco, on the other hand, lingered near the shadows, a smirk tugging his lips as though this entire battle was nothing more than a spectacle for his amusement. With a casual shrug, he slipped backward, his cloak dragging across the stone floor. “If you survive,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying over the clash of growls, “I will surely meet you soon.” I turned my head just enough to snarl at him. Coward. “Then you’d better get stronger,” I spat, voice thick with promise, “because when I meet you again, I’ll strike you straight in the heart.”

Another one chirped from their table. "Oh, I know. But he's more than just a pretty face. He's kind, funny, and smart too." Draco sat back enjoying all the compliments being hurled his way. "Aw, thanks honey. You're making me blush." He tried hiding his own face with his palm as he blew a flying kiss in Liana's direction. The girls started to back away slowly, realizing they weren't going to get anywhere with Draco ultimately. "Well, it was nice meeting you both. Congratulations on your marriage."

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.

Draco was sitting on my bed. Drunk. Silent. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, covered in faint scars. His slacks hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him on the floor. He looked up at me slowly. And smiled. But it wasn’t the charming, smug grin he usually wore. This one was cold. Tired. Mad. “How the fuck did he get in here…” I whispered, backing toward the bathroom, but it was already too late.

It was difficult for her to watch, let alone him experience it. Oh heavens, why did fate force such humiliation upon this young boy? Why did it shatter his pride so thoroughly and relentlessly? She couldn't bear witnessing such profound suffering from the outside, let alone him experiencing it. But suddenly, Draco broke into a smile. His dark eyes, shining like obsidian, scanned the scene before him, a captivating smile that nobody could look away. His eyebrows raised slightly, and his gaze shifted gradually as he spoke, "Of course, I'm impressed... Brother."

Eventually I'd pass out and stop breathing, which is what I wanted soon. "Draco have you been working out? Your techinque for torture and that wip is really top notch. It's giving me chills. I love it." I tried wriggling my eyebrows at him but had no idea if they were working or not. Draco had a creepy smile on his face and he leaned in closer. "Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too."

I tightened my grip on my own wrists, my scent flaring with a mix of frustration and quiet grit. "I wasn't trying to push, I just wanted to ask a...." Before I could even finish the snarl, Draco Wesley’s head snapped in my direction. Our eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, it felt as though the bioluminescent crystals hanging from the ceiling pulsed with a sudden, blinding intensity. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, his golden-brown eyes dancing with recognition.

' Struggling I shout to Draco, as he begins to give me full control back. 'Soon, my little mouse. Soon, you will be ours!' Draco says happily.

, making Alfred zip his mouth immediately. That is how Draco has always been. He never listens to anyone nor does he take opinions. He does only what benefits him and will never back down when he sets his mind on something. “That stubborn for nothing and proud airhead” Alfred grunted and Draco howled a thick “I can hear you, do you know that?” at which Alfred scoffed at, and stated “Do your worse” before sticking out his tongue. ****

I ended, looking at the horrified expression settling on his face. “Ha…b-but that doesn’t deny the fact that we killed someone Stefanos…how are you not having any…any sort of reaction to that?” Draco said, nibbling on his finger nail nervously. Finally I raised myself from the ground, and gently removed his finger from his mouth, grabbing both his shoulders rigidly.