Draco Malfoy Smirking Novels & Stories

He snapped back, cupping his facing with two slaps. His sense came back in place and he heightened his sense standing his ground and predicting where the enemy might attack from next. "What's that look on your face?" Damien asked extraordinarily. He smirked afterward. The expression Draco was having was quite funny to him. It seems Draco thought he could take him on but that is a never-happening fantasy. "Who are you? And what do you want? Repeat me twice" Draco raged out. "Well well. Enough with the anger issues. Why don't we go with the formalities first" he replied.

, he answered with a weird chuckle. “Is that so? Then I should send over the rest to you. If it works for you, then I have no choice but to give you, so you can be completely cured. I have to take care of my subjects, you know”, Draco threw in but he waved it off tenaciously. “No my Alpha, I am not worthy of your precious wine. I will be alright after proper treatment” he laughed loudly, trying to cover his anxiousness. Draco laughed alongside him and they both increased the intensity of the laughter before Draco suddenly moved closer, the smile disappearing from his face.

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.

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.

He stutters, then shrugs, "I don't know. I just– I mean..." Seeing the look on his face, I force myself to calm down and pull up a smile "Perhaps you're mistaken then?..." He swallows and nods, somewhat nervously. "Perhaps I'm mistaken..." "Good," I say with a nod and then close my eyes again. "God, Draco! You're insane!..." He says after a while. "What's with the crazy look!?" What crazy look is he talking about now? I wonder but continue to ignore him. Thinking about the nonsense he brought to me

The second man walked calmly toward Alice, then bowed briefly while his cold blue eyes stared at her. "Good evening, printsessa." I was grateful they weren't speaking Russian again. And it seems they haven't realized I'm here too. My gaze returned to the first man, his strange black eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Alice. Why strange? Because his irises looked permanently dilated. It took me a moment to realize these two were Draco Malfoy's friends from before. "Where's Eirik?" Alice asked, her hand still gripping the katana in her right hand.

Emma grinned as she watched the variety of emotions display on Draco's face. The latter was of course puzzled as to why she had insulted him without an inch of fear. He was bamboozled. "What did you say?" He asked, stepping closer to her, his fists clenched tight, and his face masked with fury, and a little pinch of surprise, more like amazement. "You want to die?" He queried, with a sardonic smile on his face. "We will see who dies first." Emma uttered with a smirk which seemed to have infuriated Draco, because in the next second, he was lunging for her neck, but then, his mission was cut off by an invisible force which threw him far away from her.

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.

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.

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."