Draco Malfoy Yule Ball Novels & Stories

Draco cried in tears, rejecting Astrid's final sacrifice as Amicus, refusing to part with Astrid. Then everything went dark. When Draco opened his eyes, he was lying in a pile of snow. A golden-colored magic ball wrapped around him and protected him from the outside world. Draco noticed that his hair had turned a golden color. Dragon magic energy overflowed boundlessly within him. Draco could feel his heart beating violently in his chest.

"I don’t need help with anything, darling. Certainly not when it comes to a woman like—you... I've bedded a lot of women.... they all submit to me eventually." The air in the room suddenly shifted. The temperature dropped, not by degrees, but by a sudden, freezing pressure that silenced the banter instantly. A heavy, dark presence detached itself from the shadows near the balcony. Draco. He didn't speak... he didn't laugh. He moved with the terrifying, fluid grace of a panther closing in on its prey. Before I could process the sudden shift in proximity, a large, calloused hand clamped firmly around my waist. The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress.

Lucia demanded, pulling the girl toward her. But before the servant could answer, a deep, dark chuckle echoed from behind and Draco staggered into the hallway. He was shirtless, wearing only loose, unbuttoned pants, while a half empty bottle of liquor dangled from one hand. His hair was disheveled, and he had a twisted grin on his face that didn’t belong to any sane man. His eyes glittered with a drunken, predatory satisfaction. “Well, well…” he slurred. “Look who ran away before the fun was over.”

Draco. By the time dinner was served, Draco was already seated in the grand dining hall. The weather was a bit frosty tonight which made the servants light the fireplace. The embers crackled and flung into the air, glistening. The warmth that oozed from the fireplace spread around the room. Draco had already planned out how this dinner would go and he won’t spare anyone’s feelings. Intimacy or not. He allowed the servants to fill up the goblets with wine and once his was filled, he helped himself with a sip. This dinner was definitely just between him, Edrand, and Isolde.

( A wild grin across his humanoid face) MARTHA : Tch… you deducing my ability is not going to deter me from what I’ve planned for you DRACO : I would have it no other way…. ( coming to a halt at the middle of the church aisle) Martha takes out a sword from underneath the altar and begins to walk towards Draco DRACO : That’s it, come to me and face your final judgment MARTHA : I’ll kill you….. Martha begin to run towards Draco with a menacing look on her face, Draco forms another dark ball on his palm and sets it loose…..

There is Bianca and her brother in the picture, the people he hates the most but have to pretend to love. “He always has what I want, but this time I'll not let him win.” Draco muttered to himself and sat up on the bed. He realized that now that Luka is ready for action he also needs to take some steps. He walked to the table and poured himself a glass of wine as a sign of celebrating his coming victory. “Cheers to getting back everything that's mine.” Draco said and gulped the wine immediately. When he was done he laughed so loud that he couldn't stop laughing.

Making her way through the hall to the empty seats a few feet away, a muscular hand swung over her shoulders, pulling her halfway against a strong male body. “Kyra, why does your expression look like you’re attending someone’s funeral?” Draco smirked down at her, the golden flecks in his brown eyes gleaming with amusement. Kyra looked up at him with her eyebrows furrowed. “My entire morning just got ruined.” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he brushed one hand through his short black hair, his chiseled features tightening at her quiet voice. Then he said in a half-serious voice. “I just knew it was MJ. Should I join in planning her funeral?”

Mia turned to look at me confused as she said. '' Did something happen to the Draco,'' Mia asked. '' Xander was shot and the city's charity ball,'' I answered and Mia looked at me with disbelief. '' What? Are you telling me that? The Draco was shot in his city. Did you see who did it,'' Mia asked. '' It all happened so fast, I am just happy that he is okay,'' I answered. '' Oh my, I guess this is what you wanted to talk to me about, I know it must be terrifying going through all that,'' Mia said, holding my hands in a comforting manner.

Several droplets of blood had seeped into the material, spreading across its surface. I was able to make out a swirling script as he opened it. The longer his eyes scanned the page, the higher his brows seemed to climb. “Well?” Orion said impatiently. Draco, a solid foot taller than his brothers, hovered over Azrael’s shoulder. “A ball?” He grunted, rubbing his hand down his stubbled chin. “Casimir has invited us to a ball.” “A masquerade ball,” Azrael corrected, a glint of something troublesome swirling within his eyes.

She pushed me and got out of my grip. She was so stubborn. ‘You shouldn’t have let her leave.’ Draco growled at me. ‘Fuck,’ I ran my hand on my hair and snarled. I glanced around to figure out what was happening, there was no way a rogue would have broken out in the Royal Ball of all places. Something felt out of place. ‘If he touches her he would face death.’ Draco sneered. He wanted to take control of me, but I wasn’t going to allow him yet.