Draco X Harry Fanart Novels & Stories

he whispers. I smile at him glad to know he has seen Draco. I just have to ask. "How is he." "He is well given the circumstances. He looks a little tired but is in good health" he says. I nod to myself satisfied with his answer. He flicks his eyes to the package silently commanding me to open it. I pull the strings and open the brown paper. On top of the scroll inside I see his note. I hide it in my hand to read later. When I unravel the scroll I gasp aloud. Then I smile joyously at the drawing. It is like looking at a moment in time that seems so long ago. Draco and I are sitting on the bench at Hanami. We are turned to face each other. Our heads lean close with smiles on our faces. It almo

“Yes, it’s so beautiful.” “Mr. Riordan,” one of the exhibition staff greeted Draco politely. “I want this painting,” Draco said, pointing to the one Luna liked. “I’m sorry, sir, but that painting has already been reserved,” the staff replied politely. Draco shot the staff a sharp look. “Do you think I care?! That painting must be mine! I don’t care how much it costs!” The staff swallowed nervously. He was well aware of Draco Riordan’s reputation for always getting what he wanted. “Y-yes, sir. Please wait a moment.” The staff quickly excused himself.

he laughed at the mix of things. Draco hated the mix of things too, his other jobs had been less complicated, infact they were no complications at all. Now Stacey had come and changed everything, and he knew nothing would ever be the same, Lord knew how bad he wanted to keep her safe and he was ready to do anything for that cause.

Natalie No, back then and right now, I'm still thinking about Jaxon. How amazing he's been with Harry, how patient and kind, and how I'm getting dangerously used to having around. "Mommy!" Harry's voice cuts through my spiral of panic as he bounces out of the house, clutching a piece of drawing paper covered in crayon scribbles. "Look what I drew!" I glance down at his artwork. They are stick figures that are clearly meant to be me, Freda, himself, and...a much taller figure with dark hair.

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

I’d never been a fan of body art but I understood the significance of the mark I’d wear. Charlotte couldn’t be a part of any of the ceremonies and Jessica had taken her shopping. They were thick as thieves, being the only full-blooded witches in the family, they stuck together and spent a lot of time in each other’s company. I wondered sometimes if it was also because Malachi and I were brothers. At the den, Kiran walked ahead to where James waited for him by the front door. There were a lot of cars parked in front of the building and I knew every male member of age was inside, waiting for us.

“Vampires and Dragonkin don’t usually mingle, but yes I have some in stock.” “We’re special like that.” Milo grinned and chose a seat near the bed where I’d sat down. “What kind of art do you want?” He didn’t make any introductions so I didn’t feel the need to introduce us either. I pulled a sheet from my jacket pocket and handed it to him. I’d already designed it myself but if he was as good as I thought he was then he’d redraw it. “It’s in cuneiform, two names and a black baccara rose with thorns on the stem.”

Frejya’s POV “Don’t be mindful of him girl, Drogo and Rex are like two peas in a pond. You would think he is married to his dragon. My name is Adam” He stretched his hands to me. “Cousin to the prince. I am sure you already know his name. And you are?” The dragon prince's cousin said behind my ear as we watched Rex walk away from the rest of us. The way he walked oozed royalty, like the ground he walked was grateful.

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

Over his broad shoulders, I saw Draco with Harmona in his arms. He was still lying down on the floor, but he had tucked Harmona into his chest, her face pressed to his jacket and his free hand covering her ears so that nothing could reach her. Not the sight, nor the sound. “Draco! Harmona!” I rushed past Alistair, past the bodies on the floor and knelt down next to Draco’s form. “Is she okay? Can you stand?” “Yes.” Draco nodded his head, loosening his grip on Harmona before he placed his head on the ground in exhaustion. “Yes…”