Draco Malfoy X Potter Reader Novels & Stories

Her stubbornness was a fuel to his desires and he vowed to get her on his bed tonight. 'What poor thing!' Draco thought in his head, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of her body, from her wet clothes to her full boobs, the nipple standing erect and obvious. He shifted in his chair, finding it hard to control himself from ripping her clothes and grabbing those boobs in his hands. She knew he was staring at her and it disgusted her to the core. The way he licked his lips and stared at her body made her feel like a prey. Turning her head away, she looked outside the window, noticing that the rain was still pouring down heavily.

Finn said, stepping closer as he wrapped his small arms around her neck, turning his head towards Draco passing him a glare filled with warning. "Dwon't snawtch my Fina," Finlay warned Draco who peered at the kid with great interest. "I'm yours, sweetheart. All yours," She assured the kid while rubbing his back. "No, she's not yours. She's mine too," Draco said in a deep tone causing the toddler's jaw to slack. He gasped, his head snapping to Draco. "No!" The boy screeched. "Yes, we have to share her, buddy," Draco said with a shrug of his shoulders. Her eyes trailed down his naked chest and those tribal tattoos before she averted her eyes to his face only to find him in an intense eye lock

It is a fine first gift, I think. "Would you like to read it once I am finished" I offer. He nods his head eagerly. "I would enjoy that very much. I have heard the story many times but never got to read it" he says. "Perhaps the boy has good taste after all" He states. He bows good night and goes to his room. I take leave to mine and sit on my kang with my book in my hands. I open the cover and run my hands over Draco's words. Maybe he is terribly sorry, I think. I do not know if I am ready to forgive him yet. Perhaps in two days' time when he returns something will have changed. I open the book and begin to read.

Ana tried to swallow the laughter because Draco was already getting angry with her. "Okay, I'm sorry but I just couldn't hold in the laughter." Anastasia explained, trying not to laugh again. "What part of what I just told you Is funny?" Draco asked her. "Is that the book dad said you should read?" Draco checked the book he was reading and realized he was really reading the wrong book. He felt very ashamed and immediately stood up to go change the book. He brought down the right book and sat on the bed. "You should have just told me I was reading the wrong book instead of making me look stupid." Draco said angrily.

As if reading my thoughts, Draco tilted his head to the side, obviously unbothered by my rage. He added, “She’s my girlfriend.”

I murmured. Tohr growled again, the sound slowly began to lengthen and deepen. I turned slightly to see Tohr shifting into his Draygon self and was caught off guard by the beauty of it. I expected painful popping and shifting like the movies portray. Instead, it was like a golden mist surrounded his body and slowly expanded until a dragon walked out of it. "Magic," I whispered. -Time to go, little fyre. - He whispered in my head, extending his clawed leg out to me.

For three full days, I was given no food or water as punishment from Draco. On the night of the marking ceremony, he finally pushed the door open, walked over, and crouched in front of me. After lifting a glass of water to my lips, he said, "Don't get mad, Lea. I locked you away only because I was terrified of losing you." He kissed my forehead and continued, "I'll make it up to you once I'm firmly in power. You've always been the only one in my heart." I looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm the one who should apologize, Draco. You've treated me so well, and I shouldn't have been so foolish to think about leaving you."

Swallowing hard as I read. Pictures, documents, even a fucking wiki. I have the laptop resting on my forearm as I pull up a picture of Draco Torrent. His eyes filled with evil. He's holding a tiny, curly haired little girl. No more than three. He's not really a smiling dad. More like a proud father. His power exuding, but subdued by the baby in his arms at the same time. A hint of love behind the murderer. I flip the pictures. Torrent standing, dressed in black with a curly haired girl also dressed in black. She has to be about five or so. I zoom into the little girl. She's sad. I zoom out and click the link and read the article attached.

“Is it okay to ask about what you saw in the library the other day? Your reaction pointed out that it was something that must have been extremely terrifying.” Her eyes quivered at the question, her gaze dropped. It was obvious that it was something she didn’t want to answer. Her lips moved to talk but they closed slowly as they had parted. “You won’t be able to answer?” his fingers clasped tightly “Hmm” the small voice responded and he nodded. He concluded “There is no need to force you. I hope you take care of yourself though,” he added, and walked out to attend to other things. **** Helena finished dinner and was reading through a book on the sofa when the door opened to show Draco, who le

Draco. Two naked males lay on the bed, their bodies coiled together like that of a serpent. The one beneath had his legs spread wide, allowing Draco to thrust into him. Draco’s pores were filled with sweat that dribbled down from his temple onto Edrand’s face. The male savored it. He loved everything that had to do with Draco. His Draco. Edrand propped up a bit and stole a kiss from Draco, a moan building at the back of his throat. Upon release, it vibrated on Draco’s chest.