Draco Malfoy Teenager Novels & Stories

The room went quiet again before Sophia finally whispered: “Please don’t tell papà.” I looked at her for a long moment. Then nodded once. “I won’t.” Relief flooded her face so quickly it almost hurt to look at. And somehow…. that terrified me the most. ******* The drive to the studio should’ve been peaceful. Instead Draco had other things in mind. Out of all my cousins Draco is the only one completely incapable of keeping a woman. "So," Draco said, adjusting his mirror so he could see me. "Tell me about this dance thing. You gonna shake your ass for a bunch of people?"

It is also the part Draco likes best. Draco throws his black backpack onto the ground. He takes out his unique blend of vampire explosives. He hooks everything up to the back door. “Baby, go ahead and get under something now in case this blows too fast, please. I do not want anything to happen to you,” Draco says, pointing for me to move out of his way. He always worries about me. I think he forgets that I have done this without him, but I will let him be protective if he wants to be for now. I do as he tells me to. I can actually set the explosive devices better than he can, but I let him be the man in this scenario. There is no way I would ever tell him that I am better at this than him.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

I gazed at the person who called my name and I was stunned when I saw him casually at the counter with a mug of butterbeer in hand, it was Draco. "Draco?" I uttered. He set down his drink and quickly walked over. His grin was as wide as ever even though his eyes had matured. He had always been organized, but now, there was something heavier about him. Responsibility, maybe. "I can't believe you're actually here, little girl,” he uttered while pulling me into a quick, friendly hug. "It's been, what... almost a year? You look different." I faintly laughed while pulling back. "Stop calling me little girl already, Draco. Anyway, different good or different bad?"

Arshild interrupted Draco’s train of thought. Draco was surprised himself too. He was an arrogant young dragon who quickly rose to the title of Emperor. He was the youngest but also the strongest. For him to care about others was quite unthinkable. Draco smiled. “After spending time from the moment the boy was born until now, I suppose I’ve grown attached to him. As if he was my own son.” “Well, he is your own descendant. Although I don't know how many generations your family has, he's the first that you’ve been together with, yeah?”

Peter, the pack’s Delta, came towards me and we exchanged hugs and hefty slaps on the back, and I couldn’t contain the grin that spread on my face. It felt so nice to be home again and I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed the place until now. A voice, cracking with puberty, erupted from the pack house. “Uncle Draco!” A teenage boy, sixteen, ran from the pack house, taking the steps two at a time. “Theo,” Draco said endearingly. The boy halted before him and gave a deep bow, genuine awe and admiration filling his entire being. “Welcome, Alpha!”

He saw it all unravel: his parents' tragic deaths in a car accident, leaving him orphaned at such a young age. At that moment, Draco made a solemn vow at his parents' grave to do whatever it took to exact the revenge they deserved. He promised himself that Leo would pay dearly for what he had done to his family, and he would make sure the debt was paid with interest. After being orphaned, Draco was taken in by his father's brother, who raised him as one of his own. He provided for Draco's education and treated him with the same love and generosity he showed his own son, Jake. Draco's family made him feel like one of their own, and he didn't waste their kindness.

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

“No…I have a lot more to live for.” “Right, I forgot.” Denae pulled her sword back and smiled. “Why were you sneaking up on me?” “No reason, I just felt the need to be childish.” “How childish?” “Childish enough to scream in your ear and then tickle you.” “Well then I guess that really does sound childish.” “It does, doesn’t it?” His arms folded across his chest and then the playful expression he had on his face went missing. “Draco said that we’ll be heading out tomorrow. He’s ready…for revenge.”

"I took your demons," Draco said, "because you were my brother and I could not watch them take you." The room was absolutely silent. "I was twelve years old," Draco continued. His voice was still even but it had lost something the armour of it, maybe. "I didn't do it to be extraordinary. I did it because you were terrified and I was there and I couldn't.." he stopped. "I have never hated you. I have never, not once.." another stop. "I don't know how you've carried that for this long."