Draco Malfoy Smirking Novels & Stories

His suspicions were proven right when Draco sighed all of a sudden, then chuckled to himself before rubbing his nape awkwardly. “I’m such a mess, aren’t I? Crying in front of you like that. You must have been embarrassed, Sir Niccolo.” Draco’s words had Niccolo smiling as he looked down at his lap, picking his words up carefully. “If doing so had brought you any peace, than it is alright.”

she smirked and turned to me, her words were sufficient to make my cheeks heat up in shyness. ‘Crazy Dragon women’ I thought to myself and accidently meet Draco eye’s which were intensively staring at me. After a moment of grave silence between all three of us. “You should leave now” Draco abruptly said without breaking eye contact with me, Glaciem lowly chuckled on his words but obeyed his order, she made her way towards door not before glancing at me with a flirtiest wink. “Wh…” I was about to say something when Draco unexpectedly pulled me down by my legs and made me sit on his laps

Draco appeared in the doorway. He looked at Maren. He looked at the smile. He looked at Rocco. "She smiled at him," I said. "I know," Draco said. He had the expression of a man who had been waiting for his daughter to smile at him specifically and had not yet received it and was processing this information with the specific composure of someone managing a significant feeling. "She smiled at Rocco," I said. "I heard you," Draco said. "Before she smiled at you," I said.

There was still a lot of defiance in their eyes despite the odds being heavily against them. Draco’s smile remained on his face as they uttered the words. In fact, it made him burst into a scary fit of laughter. He released Nyla and began to walk slowly toward the elder who had spoken, carrying a dangerously bloodthirsty look in his eyes. The old man stiffened on the ground, but it was obvious that he wasn't about to change his mind about his opinion of Draco.

" 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

He did not even look at me but mocked as he kept calculating. I was rocking my head back and forth, trying to think if I had indeed seen any. Draco suddenly stared at me. His eyes blinked in succession, then he looked down immediately. I could see the redness on his face. He was even gulping. " Draco are you alright? " I got up from the bed and went and held both his cheeks between my hands. His gaze was intense. Like that of a bird of prey. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back!

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.

“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.

Veronica's POV: Draco's eyes, once filled with warmth and tenderness, now burned with an unquenchable thirst. His lips curled into a twisted smirk, tainted with the taste of fresh blood. There was no recognition in his gaze, only a primal hunger that threatened to swallow everything in its wake. I felt a lump forming in my throat as I struggled to find my voice. "Draco, please... come back to me," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

“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…”