Draco Malfoy Today Novels & Stories

“And for what it’s worth, I wouldn’t think it work to have the chance to learn some new dishes from Cristiano.” Draco shot a glare at Cristiano before the other man could speak. “We will discuss this later. For now we have other, more important matters to discuss. Can you come with me now or would you like to sit a while?” “Draco, I’m not an invalid. I told you, I’m okay.” Where had the man who’d been such a tender lover this afternoon disappeared to? she wondered. The Draco she saw now was more like the overpowering man who’d bought her restaurant building out from under her so he could control where she lived and where she bore his child.

Chase snickered and said, "Such a pity… It seems you're destined to be unable to achieve great things in this life, Draco. I can tell you right now that I've still got millions of Prefect Sentries at my disposal, so you haven't won yet." "I've already dismissed them all," Adrian replied. "What?!" Chase was shocked when he heard this. "I've come here today to tell you that I'm reeling in my nets. Everything will change before the day is over." "You're reeling in your nets?" Chase became slightly startled, and so did everyone else on the floor. He asked, "What do you mean, Draco?" "I meant every word I said, and you're a fish who's now caught in my net. I've allowed you to enjoy your life for

“Game’s back on, darling. And this time, I’m not playing for little scraps.” With that, Draco Grey poured himself a drink, downed it in one swallow, and let the laughter roll out of him… mad, eager, and triumphant. Because for the first time in years, he smelled a real opportunity. And it smelled of power.

And this so-called ‘dangerous person’, who was still rolling in the aisles at his so-called joke. I diverted my attention to all the assignments in front of me. The school was due to start the next day, and Draco had come last night only while the others were still away. Since then we have been neck deep in school work, OK let me rephrase we have been neck deep in his school work. Avo was right I should not have let Draco trick me into this.

Edrand pressed, hating that Draco wasn’t giving him the full details. The male was precisely feeling mixed emotions at the moment. Earlier he looked sullen, now he practically seemed on top of the world which was weird. Ignoring him, Draco continued his meaningless speech. “It was brief but it tasted like a field full of roses. Like a nectar, sweet and intoxicating. I could get drunk on it. Die on It. It could send me to seven hell and I wouldn’t bat an eye. I’d gladly fall. It was the most amazinggggggg….feeling…ever…” He slurred, giggling.

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?"

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

Luna didn’t understand her own feelings, but she was happy. *** Draco sat in his grand chair, reviewing the work reports his assistant had just delivered. Today, he’d decided to work from home, not feeling up to going to the office. His phone rang. Draco glanced at it coldly—it was Nigel calling. Draco clicked his tongue in annoyance. He’d hoped for a quiet day, but his assistant was bothering him yet again. He picked up the phone. “What is it, Nigel?!” Draco barked as soon as the call connected.

"Yes. We are official now." "I'm happy for you," Draco smiled fondly. "Really, I am. This is good news for everyone in the kingdom." Mitch nodded and went to his seat. "What is going on?" Draco sighed and his demeanor changed. He poured a glass of brandy. "Isn't it too early for that?" Mitch muttered. Draco scoffed. "You are also going to need it," he replied and took a long drink. "I just got some disturbing news." "What is it?"

Draco replied, “I’m sorry, mother. I don’t want to live the rest of my life being manipulated by you.” Turk exploded furiously, “You useless son! If you walk out on us today, you won’t be getting any share of assets from us! You’d better reconsider your actions!” Draco replied calmly, “No problem. I don’t want it.” After finishing his sentence, Draco held onto Magnolia’s hand and began walking out of the house.