Draco Malfoy X Hufflepuff Reader Novels & Stories

The bond pulled stronger every time Draco laughed or moved at the other end of the table. Draco was in a good mood from the win. He was loud, telling stories, slapping guys on the back. I watched him from the corner of my eye while I drank more. The alcohol loosened something inside me. The hatred was still there but the heat made it mix with other feelings I did not want. My hole kept leaking slowly. My thighs felt slick under my jeans. I drank another beer, then another. The room started spinning a little. I stood up to go to the bathroom but the floor felt unsteady. I bumped into someone on the way and when I turned around it was Draco. He was standing right there, close enough that his s

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.

My energy boxes had successfully transferred some energy to my mother. "Melody..." Malfoy arrived in mother's room. His eyes scanned the room as he called out to me. I had only just stepped out to accompany Gio to the toilet. I took some time to check him out. Malfoy has grown so tall and huge, I could barely recognize him. If It wasn't for his hair that was the same as mine, I could have taken him for someone else. He was so handsome. "Malfoy," my voice came out as a whisper, but he heard. He turned and his mouth hung open as he looked at me.

Finlay said looking at Draco with big adorable eyes then his gaze glided down to Draco's arms around Fiona's waist and he pushed it away as he sat on the slab. "My Fina," Finlay said with a pout and narrowed eyes causing Draco to stare at him dumbfounded while Fiona tried her best to suppress her laugh. "Of course, I'm your Fina," She mused, taking Finlay in her arms as she pecked his cheek and Draco watched them, sulking with a poker face. "I couldn't wait for you to grow up and find the love of your life, then I'll take my revenge," Draco said to the kid who blinked at him innocently before pouting and possessively wrapping his arms around Fiona's neck making her chuckle at their tactics.

It sent a wicked chill down my spine. We snatched up a few things on our way out, Melissa suggested we take a walk in the forest, “I'm tired and confused” I admitted, rubbing my swollen cheek, I felt nauseous, After years of confinement, Draco found me and claimed me as his mate. His love was a twisted mix of cruelty and fleeting tenderness. Looking back, it was clear any affection he showed was for the child we once had. Melissa appeared distracted, “did you hear me?” I called,

Only after the door closed with a click and I heard his receding footsteps in the hallway did I look up. With a light slap on his arm, I threw Draco an accusing look, which made him shrug. “I want some alone time with my mate. That’s all.” He reached out to touch my face, and our eyes met. Draco’s eyes were filled with tender affection as he cradled my face like a precious jewel which he couldn’t get enough of. The sheer intensity of the situation kept me frozen, unable to glance away from those piercing gray orbs that promise sweet nothings.

Was this happening as a reflection of my past that I really want to know? And again, I closed my eyes tightly, a few seconds later, I opened it again, at the same time as I woke up the event unfolded in front of me as if I was just moving pages in a huge book. Until the page stops at a location, and situation where two adults turn their backs, a woman and a man. I conclude that they are a married couple. And when a highness came, I opened my eyes unintentionally. The man who entered the room of the married couple was---Sir Dracu!

He never broke the gaze too, he kept staring at her sad weary face for what looks like forever,his heart which seems like it stopped beating for ages started thumping too as he slowly held her hand "Bluey" he smiled They both stood as if in a slow mo. "it hurts Draco.... He never understands" she cried and without thinking, she hugged him "it keeps hurting allover again "She cried harder Draco embraced her in a warm hug and she started new tears afresh "Stop crying" he said, patting her back "I can't, I really can't stop the tears " She said tearfully. Draco pulled away from the hug and watched her hiccups. He held her face tenderly and wipes her tears with his fingets. He stared directly in

"Right. Before, I was still very busy and didn't hang out with anyone much, so you were the first. The first one to accept to go out with me." Duncan Hiddleston smiled. “That's right. Throughout the original, it seems that the female lead hasn't gone anywhere with the male lead, right? Most of the time the two of them met just talked about work. Love in the busy. If the heroine was here, the male lead would have come here with the heroine. I think I'm still bad at reading, so I don't know what the next part is. But according to my memories of the first 100 chapters, there isn't." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

"You think you can walk into my club, flirt with my blood, and act as if you haven't just stepped into the mouth of the beast?" I swallowed hard, my confidence wavering as I looked into the depths of his dark, unyielding eyes. He knows, I realized with a sick, exhilarating jolt. He knows I’m not who I pretend to be. "I’m here," I whispered, my voice trembling ever so slightly despite my best efforts. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze with a defiance that I hoped looked like arrogance. "And I’m not going anywhere, Mr. Draco." He let out a short, dark sound that might have been a laugh if there was any humor in it. "No," he agreed, his thumb lingering on my lower lip, his gaze dropping to my