Draco Malfoy Wattpad Novels & Stories

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

Draco yells. "Me, what about me. I am just nothing. I am not unique in any way whatsoever," I say. Draco stomps his foot and has a tantrum. He throws his hands around like a child. Then looks at me and points both hands at me. "Yes, you are. I cannot believe you have not figured it out yet, Angela. You are special," Draco says to me.

“Draco is being held here because he's ill, he needs medication, unfortunately he won’t let us get close enough to give it to him. I fear that if he doesn't get it soon there will be nothing we can do for him.” “Okay.” I mumbled, feeling a small bout of sympathy for the animal inside. Surely, he was scared of people, and if my gift, my ability could help save the life of a sick animal then I guess it was worth it. My only trepidation was that I had no idea what a Draco was. But figuring it probably wasn't wise to find out forehand I nodded and accepted the handful of raw meat that Nathaniel passed me. “The meat is laced with the medication he needs. Don't worry Miss Drovnic, I will be right

“Of course not my King.” “Explain then why my dragon is feeling enamored of Miss Grey here, that something is shutting my dragon out, wanting to stay hidden.” “My King, my sister’s dragoness is naturally shy.” “Her what?” His rough voice echoed around the room as his eyes flashed yellow in disbelief. “My sister has merged with her dragoness.” “Impossible!” Sorin was playing his role excellently. “Scylla …” My voice was soft and coaxing. Scylla was a wild card in this whole plan because it would all go to shit if she lashed out at him.

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?”

A voice that I was least expecting to call me was heard from a distance as I turned around and a sense of de ja vu hit me, watching yet again, a frantic and pale Draco running down the street with some kind of parchment in his hands. Once he’s exhausted self made its way across me I couldn’t help but ask. “What is it this time, Draco?” He gulped, trying to steady his rapid breathing when he lifted up the piece of parchment in his hands and waved it across my face, until I swatted it away, annoyed. “Can you stop? What is wrong with you?” I grumbled, not in the time and moment of dealing with his ass now. “Read…this…” He pressed, grabbing my hands and placing the parchment on it.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

So far so good. But the real nightmare started ,when it was almost night .I was reading a book and I heard Drake closing his laptop and I suddenly felt a chill in my spine .I heard his foot steps coming towards the hallway .I uncomfortably shifted from my position and stiffed . I decided to continue doing my own work and not be bothered by anything . Then his unconditional request came . Drake pov: I stretched trying to relax my sore muscles .I checked the time it was almost 6 in the evening .I closed my laptop an went to search for Emliy .she was in the hall watching a movie while eating popcorn .

"Does this one have a name yet, I think it should be Trouble." The little drake pouts, his fists clenched at his sides. "Auntie means." "No," she bops his nose. "Baby naughty." He flaps his little black wings, his wavy hair hanging down enough to reveal the midnight black roots growing to replace his baby curls. As his red eyes glow, his fingertips spark with a shot of lightning. "Ah, I think he's met his match," Primus chuckles. "A little Star-Fire drake," he muses. "Blaze?"