Draco Malfoy Smirk Novels & Stories

It was a lie, of course, but one I needed him to believe. I watched him carefully, waiting for the flicker of doubt, the hesitation. For a brief moment, I caught the displeasure in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself, masking whatever irritation he felt. "They’re scum," Draco muttered. His jaw tensed slightly. "If they had tried to pull that with me, I would have eliminated them." I chuckled, tilting my head. "I suppose my prison cell is a far better fate for them, then." Draco nodded, the tension between us settling into something more neutral.

Not here. But there he was. Draco. Tall, arrogant, cruelly beautiful in that way only a man with too much power and zero shame could be. He stepped out of the car in an expensive black coat, shirt unbuttoned just enough to look effortless, not sloppy. Hair slicked back like he belonged on the cover of a crime thriller. And the smirk? That cocky, spine-shivering smirk? It was aimed right at me. “Is that... Don Draco?” Sasha whispered, clutching my arm like she was about to faint.

Malfoy paused, turning to her with a devilish grin. “Sarah,” Sarah rolled her eyes at him as she gave him her name. “What’s yours?” “Malfoy,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you can call me yours, for now.” He chuckled, signaling the waiter to come over. “Sarah…” he muttered under his breath, pleased with how it felt just right rolling off his tongue.

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.”

His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.

There is Bianca and her brother in the picture, the people he hates the most but have to pretend to love. “He always has what I want, but this time I'll not let him win.” Draco muttered to himself and sat up on the bed. He realized that now that Luka is ready for action he also needs to take some steps. He walked to the table and poured himself a glass of wine as a sign of celebrating his coming victory. “Cheers to getting back everything that's mine.” Draco said and gulped the wine immediately. When he was done he laughed so loud that he couldn't stop laughing.

he asked, earning a death glare in return. A smirk formed on Draco's face. "Fine then, let's have it your way," Draco pulled him back to the sun with the chain tied around his neck and he screeched in pain. He kept struggling and crying out loud and Draco simply chuckled with a satisfied look on his face. While Draco did that, Kira would steal glances at Damien who had not made an attempt to look at her since he arrived. When she had greeted him this morning, he had simply replied her quickly and walked away making her heart sink to the deepest pit of her stomach.

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.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Dale said. At this point, Mr. Draco was brewing in anger, maybe he felt disgusted with the way Dale looked at me. I could see how much he was trying to hold it in. “Hello, Dale,” Mr. Draco said, a dry smile escaping his lips. “Oh, Mr. Draco, please forgive my manners; I didn’t see you there,” Dale chuckled.