Draco Malfoy Stuff Novels & Stories

Draco continued his pacing without answering. “Draco!” Mitch growled. “WHAT. IS. IT?” Draco stopped, startled like he was just knowing that Mitch was in the room. He turned and looked at Mitch. “I need a fucking drink.” He muttered and that only alarmed Mitch even more. For one, Draco was always calmheaded and he never cursed, and he never drank any earlier than 11 a.m. “No drinks,” Mitch ordered. Draco sighed and collapsed on a couch. “Are you going to tell me what if=s going on? Or are you going to continue being a trainwreck?”

Clenching his fists together, he said through his gritted teeth, " Run away, princess before I do something that you will regret." ____________ " DON!! DON!! The house Draco is on fire. The crown prince must have bu..." Matteo paused abruptly as soon as his eyes fell on me. I stopped chewing the spaghetti that Fiona gave it to me. Matteo received a sharp glare from Alexis who was laid on the couch, displaying his solid muscles. It was hard to keep my eyes on the plate. Before I could ask anything, the news was played on TV. People were screaming around the house of Draco, a powerful pack in the city that was recently accused of doing illegal activities.

Yesterday, as the host, the Foxhall royal family spared no expense, distributing a substantial amount of rare medicinal treasures to the other royal families to aid in their recovery. Today, everyone's injuries had stabilized. However, their expressions were grim. "Draco, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Draco sat upright, his face impassive. There was no trace of emotion—no way to tell what he was thinking. It was as if nothing had happened yesterday. "I've only been practicing the Tyrant Dragon Physique for three months. I haven't fully mastered it yet. Gideon must have perfected his Solar Titan Physique long ago.

"what's your point? Weren't you supposed to be leaving the country?" Draco: Correct, but first I wanted to drop off a present. "hear this, I have no time for your antics." Draco: Fine. And here I thought you'd rejoice knowing I possess every shred of data about Miley Hales and her endearing offspring, who oddly enough bear a striking resemblance to you... he blocked me from grabbing the documents, clearly wanting something, and it's not hard to guess what. Draco: Tell me, wasn't this the very lady who drugged you years ago?

“You shouldn't be distracted boy, if you were on the battlefield, a little distraction can cost you your head.” “I feel trapped in this body,” Draco said, his voice filled with disdain. “Then maybe you should leave,” I replied getting up angrily. “Why were you suddenly distracted?” “Well, I was talking to you but your mind was filled with the lustful thoughts of fucking the queen in all ways possible,” he defended. “Don't act like you do not like it as much as I do,” I scoffed, turning to the man. “I was a little distracted.” “Our fantasy would only remember a fantasy if we die today,” Draco continued.

Draco said coldly, his eyes steely. Nigel nodded obediently. “Yes, Sir.” “Go. Finish your other tasks,” Draco ordered, dismissing his assistant. “Excuse me, Sir.” Nigel bowed and left Draco’s study. Draco’s eyes narrowed, his anger simmering once more. He was furious with Delcy—the greedy, conniving woman—and with the servant who had dared to betray him. *** Luna woke up to find Draco gone from her side. On the nightstand, she saw toast and a cup of warm chocolate milk prepared by the maid. Her face fell slightly—she was disappointed to wake up without Draco there.

Calm, comfortable, even smug in the middle of their attention. “Friday, then?” he asked again, his eyes locking on mine. “I’ll let you know,” I said quickly, spinning on my heel before my jealousy betrayed me. --- Draco wasn’t in any of my classes—he was a business major. But somehow, he was always there. A single rose would appear on my desk before the morning lecture. I’d inhale its scent, smiling despite myself, before hiding it under the desk. My cheeks would flame as whistles and teasing erupted around me.

’ Wilhelm turned to Draco, ‘What’s this?’ Draco’s dark chuckle made him step back in fear, ‘They are my new toys.’

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

“What should we do next?” “Leave it be.” Draco sighed. “There’s no use crying over spilled milk. I lost one heirloom, I have plenty left. Head towards Manhattan. Let’s get this meeting over with.” Draco tried not to think about the ring that Theodor had managed to steal while he was in the pool. It had been a gift from his father. But maybe the dead rat had done him a favor in disguise by stealing away the one reminder that he had left of the monster that his father had been. It’s not that he was any better, but he had some boundaries that he would never cross…and that made him different.