Draco Malfoy Year 1 Novels & Stories

he growled, his eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down. "I'm here to train," I said confidently, standing my ground. Draco scoffed. "Training? You think you're ready for that?" "I am," I said firmly, my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, I noticed the guard next to me step back, fear etched on his face. I realized that my argument with Draco might not be as easy as I thought. "You're not ready," Draco said, his voice low and menacing. "You're supposed to be with the maids, softening your skin for me."

"But you just messed everything up with the news of your death, and your silly game of being that annoying old Hornet!" Malfoy really couldn't hold back all his emotions for Jacob who had just made a confession. Exactly thirty minutes ago, Malfoy had the unexpected surprise of visiting the Hornet's little hut in the slums of Mandrake Street. With a face full of disgusting smiles, Malfoy was greeted by Jacob, who was no longer using his disguises. The man had removed his white wig, and the thick beard that had always filled his white oriental face which, unfortunately, turned out to be quite handsome if he didn't wear all that disguise. Malfoy really doesn't understand Jacob's way of thinking

A Long Time Ago. “Draco!” Ayri yelled Draco stopped and he was nothing like Felan was picturing. “Let me guess you were expecting a Dunce cap with a long gray beard.” Ayri said, judging the look on Felan’s face. Draco stood at least 6ft 5inches. Though he was over a hundred years old he looked no older than thirty. “Ayri! How is my favorite pain in the ass?” “Still mad at me, I see. I swear if I had known you were going to be there, I would have never pulled that prank.” “It took me two years to get that classroom back in order.” He replied.

“Since when do you care?” Raven replies, her voice low, cautious, having a tinge of pain. She’ll never forget the first day of school when she was in sixth grade. A group of girls had decided to teach her a lesson and put her in her place since she was courting all of Draco’s attention by stuffing her face in the public toilet. Royce walked right by and even when she called for help, he just ignored her and walked away, allowing the girls to have their way. Over the years, she didn’t think much of it as Royce's character became clear to her but she never forgets that day.

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

he added, shooting Draco a pointed look. Draco didn’t flinch. He just slid his hands into his pockets, a smirk still playing on his lips. “I hope to see you around.” I managed a shy wave before Greg dragged me toward the music building. My heart was still hammering as we hurried down the hall, though the excitement of my first day dimmed beneath something else—something sharper, deeper. I saw him throughout the day as we switched classes. Draco. Always surrounded by the popular crowd, moving through campus like he owned it. Women clung to his arms, laughter spilling around him. He was untouchable, magnetic.

Way back then, Kaze could not put up with the way Draco talked. When they first knew each other, Draco was a loose cannon who did not respect any authority. Kaze had roughed up him more than a few times. Draco could be mean when he wanted to. Even Lyon and the others believed the insults could drive them up the wall. Trent turned flushed and shook in fury. He raised his arm and pointed at Draco shakily. “How dare you scold me, bastard!” “Scold you? Can I beat you up then?”