Draco Malfoy Year 4 Novels & Stories

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?"

Suddenly, he was seized and pulled off the alleyway, finding himself in a dark room with his supposed captor shutting the door behind him. "Atrocious?" Draco called out uncertainly. Two claps later, and the room was bathed in glowing yellow lights. A man of Draco's age entered the room, walking towards Draco. Draco chuckled, "It still smells of bougainvillea, I see," he motioned to the room. Atrocious was not only the seer of the clan but also a wizard. Behind the clan's all-seeing eyes, Atrocious was Draco's childhood friend. "I got rid of them, just as you suggested," Atrocious replied, rolling his eyes dramatically. He gestured for Draco to take a seat.

As for himself, he is left alone in this cruel world, with various problems that never cease to haunt his gloomy life. “Finally I found you guys...” Aiden and Calistha reflexively turned their heads when they heard a voice that was so familiar to their ears. From a distance Malfoy was grinning a little as he walked briskly towards Aiden carrying a wooden box filled with intricate carvings on it. After lightly patting Aiden's shoulder, Malfoy immediately approached Calistha and knelt beside her while placing the wooden box he was carrying on the ground. "How did you get here, Malfoy?" asked Calistha softly.

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

"Draco do you miss your sister? Cause I don't, she was a horrible disgusting cunt and her death brings me happiness every day. I have zero regrets that I left her to die, in fact given the opportunity I'd push her off that cliff again to save my Anna." As I say those last words I begin to laugh, laugh at how much of a failure I am but become resolved to not fail Elle. I laugh at how ridiculous Draco is and I laugh knowing I may never get out of here. It's a strange peace that comes over me. Draco pulls a knife out of the side of his pocket

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Just as I am about to leave a girl walks right into my chest. “Omph” Shaking her head she says, “ Oh my gosh I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going!” ‘Look mate is checking us out,' hums Draco happily. We watch as her eyes go from our head to our toes stopping at our groin. 'Mmm, I can smell mates arousal, mate likes what she sees,' Draco states happily while inhaling her sweet scent. 'Draco, control yourself! I told younow is not the time. You are too close to the surface. Just be patient, she will be 18 soon.' I scold him.

they all replied in chorus as they stood straight while I walked past them. I could hear from my direction the loud whacks, screams, and 'hiya' of my warriors training in the middle of the wide field. Some were also practicing how to use their powers well. These were my youngest warriors who just reached their puberty stage. They were trained by Draco using his telekinetic ability. I stopped behind him listening to his instructions to the students aged 13 to 16 standing in rows keenly watching the gold-plated metal goblets on the wooden tables around 10 meters away from them.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

Granny Atherton took a napkin and gracefully wiped the red wine stains on the corner of her mouth, then stared at Draco coldly. "Your grandson is turning twenty-eight this year, right?" Draco nodded excitedly as Granny Atherton was willing to speak to him. "Yes, he's about the same age as Edwin." However, Granny Atherton's next sentence instantly shattered Draco's mood.