Draco-malfoy Smile Novels & Stories

Don Carlo shushed him. He went quiet, but I could still feel that stupid grin on his face. “I honestly don't care enough to form an opinion. You are the Dons. It's your job to figure it out.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Look at him. Always acting so cool,” Draco burst out laughing. “Maybe you should learn something from him and stop acting like an imbecile. Think you can do that?” Madam shot at him. “Oh please. Just say you want to ride his cock, and that's why you always take his side,” he retorted insultingly.

“She sat up to see Draco sitting in a chair in the corner, his deep emerald eyes, roaming over her. Madchen looked down to see she was only in a t-shirt, and she panicked. “How, how?” “I changed you into that,” he walked over to her and knelt down by the bed. Madchen instinctively pulled the covers to her chin. Drago reached out to her, but she shied away from him.Undeterred, he sat on the bed with her,slowly reaching again, and caressing her face. “So, beautiful,” he whispered,”You passed out on the ride home, no doubt from all the yelling.You have never taken up for yourself, have you?”

“Look, just leave. I need to freshen up and rest.” Draco nodded in understanding. “That’s alright. Then I’ll send someone to escort you back down so we can proceed with the signing.” “Okay,” I waved a hand in dismissal. But instead of leaving, he just stood there and spread his arms. I frowned. “What now?” Draco smiled like a child staring at a piece of candy he’d been waiting for. “Won’t you give your dear husband a hug? I might get lonely waiting for you downstairs.” His smile twisted into a devilish smirk. “Or maybe you want me to join you in the shower…”

Dazzling sapphire flames curled off of his body, burning the bits of desert that clung to him. I wrinkled my nose. “You fucking stink.” He roared as he grabbed a platter of his own. I began to brace myself when Draco launched himself onto the table. His silky white fur was caked with bits of dessert. A mouthful of razor-sharp teeth was flashed in both our directions. The snarl he released was so loud I had the urge to clasp my hands over my ears. Azrael’s musical laugh cut the tension blanketing the room in two. With a cheeky grin on his face, he scooped a clump of icing from his cheek and plopped it into his mouth.

“Don’t get me wrong, I do not want to be Queen B. I mean I understand people are concerned about bee stings, but what they forget is that it may be a bee or Queen B, all you need is a piece of paper to squash it from the face of earth.” With that, I turned, leaving her dumbfounded, standing there. That is when I heard the slow claps that were coming from the Cafeteria doorway. Standing there was an individual with an ultimate Colgate smile. “That was Savage!” Draco said, walking towards me. "I wanted to intervene earlier, but you did not need me. Guess you are not a Weakling!” I smiled back at him, knowing what he meant. “Come, we have enough school drama for a day. Wanna have some fun?”

He glares at her with a deadly look in his eyes, his hold so strong it is almost crushing her wrist, causing her pain but it’s Draco’s indifference that hurts the most. “Oh c’mon Mouse, let the little bird come to play,” the other guy at the table smirks at her, talking to the big guy, his eyes having two different colours of red and green, his hair, a white mohawk. He flicks out a fancy pen knife and stirs the contents of his glass with it before licking the sharp edge and smiling at Raven with his blood coated teeth. “What is this Draco, how are you alive? Who are these people?”

“Hey punk, take off those glasses.” The young man went up to Draco with a ferocious grin and waved the knife in front of his face. “Why don’t you try taking it off me?” Draco said with a wide grin. The young man did not expect such a bold reply. Agitated, he shouted, “I’ll take it off you and dig your eyes out for the dogs!” He reached out to the glasses but before he could touch it, Draco seized his wrist.

" he gritted out. Smilingly, the beta raised a vial and handed it to Draco. Frowning, Draco took it, watching the vial with confusion scrawled across his face. "Is that a fairies fart..." "A fairies feather, ew!?" Draco spat, pretending to retch from nausea. His action made Alfos break into laughter. The male who barely laughed. Seeing it had Draco cracking a laugh too. "So, am I going to drink a fairies fart so I can fart like a fairy, eh?" "On the contrary," Alfos admitted. By now, both males exited

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

He'd be way too embarrassed if he mentioned it. "I never expected less from her. As much as I hate the Redmoon pack, I know there is something she has that not many of us do." Draco said, feeling proud of himself for not doubting her one bit. "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever! And what is it you have that no one else does?" Damien fired back at him jokingly with a lopsided grin formed on his face as soon as he spoke. Draco laughed, "Fuck off you crazy idiot!" Draco replied to his friend jokingly, earning a light smack from Damien who was also laughing.