Novel & Cerita Draco X Hermione Fanfiction

One of them said, A devious plan was hatched in the meeting, if that didn’t get her out then it would be the first of many. Later, when the ladies had filed out after an oath of secrecy. I sat alone, thinking. Draco was not incapable of love as I had said, he just hadn’t found it. And with the way he touched Scarlett, I knew he had finally found the one thing we never thought he could have. But I would make sure he lost it before he even knew he had it.

Chapter Thirty eight Jemima's POV I took a huge gulp of whisky and closed my eyes enjoying the burning sensation down my throat.I curled my hands into fists and took a deep breath.Drake broke up with her.I tried to say to myself but the heaviness in my chest wouldn't go away.Drake wouldn't lie to me. I yelled at my subconscious mind that she hid behind her favourite black leather sofa.He loves me.I whispered to my inner goddess who nodded in agreement. He chose me.I continued.He would never hurt me . He chose me.I continued.Then what's wrong?...My inner goddess asked.I am scared he would go back to her. I am scared after seeing how beautiful she looks, he would have second thoughts.I was so

“Look, just leave. I need to freshen up and rest.” Draco nodded in understanding. “That’s alright. Then I’ll send someone to escort you back down so we can proceed with the signing.” “Okay,” I waved a hand in dismissal. But instead of leaving, he just stood there and spread his arms. I frowned. “What now?” Draco smiled like a child staring at a piece of candy he’d been waiting for. “Won’t you give your dear husband a hug? I might get lonely waiting for you downstairs.” His smile twisted into a devilish smirk. “Or maybe you want me to join you in the shower…”

she yelled in tears but it only made Damien's hold tighten. Lucas couldn't bear it. "Damien!" He yelled. "Why are you yelling my name, huh? I'm only trying to grant the lad's wish. Besides, I promised you a show. This is a great one. You should be enjoying the show with smoothies and popcorn and not calling my name like a maniac." Draco tried to break free once again, making a futile attempt to breathe but his struggle didn't work. His struggles slowed as he got weaker with each passing moment.

Now it was almost midnight and I couldn’t stay aloof anymore. I was a hermit used to being on my own for as long as I could remember! Hermione’s presence in my home disturbed me, especially tonight. The red bikini drove Freyr and me wild with desire! Why was she hellbent on breaking me? I didn’t want to lose my restraints and claim Zephyrus’s sister out of all the wolves in the world! Yet my heart thawed at the sight of her burning with fever locked up in her room. No, I didn’t feel a thing for her other than hatred. I just brought her over to my bedroom so I could look after her!

“Wait, so… you accept me?” I asked him just to be sure. “Hermione.” That was the second time he called me by my name. He was staring at me and I thought I was going to drown in those hazel eyes. “There is no other way to solve this.” He looked away and sipped from his straw. “Besides, it would be like taking a candy from a baby. At least for Derrick.” He snorted and I frowned. “So you are only doing this to get to Derrick?” I was crushed. Hector is an ass. Why would he think doing these things is fun?

The bond pulled stronger every time Draco laughed or moved at the other end of the table. Draco was in a good mood from the win. He was loud, telling stories, slapping guys on the back. I watched him from the corner of my eye while I drank more. The alcohol loosened something inside me. The hatred was still there but the heat made it mix with other feelings I did not want. My hole kept leaking slowly. My thighs felt slick under my jeans. I drank another beer, then another. The room started spinning a little. I stood up to go to the bathroom but the floor felt unsteady. I bumped into someone on the way and when I turned around it was Draco. He was standing right there, close enough that his s

The idea of her knowing some of the personal things I've done or thought, made me blush a little. "What are you mind linking? Is it about my dad?" Draco snapped. I shot my head around with a hiss. He jumped back. "Fuck, you're a vampire too? What the hell are you?" He demanded an answer with a little more dominance in his voice than I cared for. I tilted my head to the side when I saw a flame flash in his dark brown eyes. "What?" Lorena asked me in concern, before pulling Draco's face towards her. "Crap. Draco, you're a Dragon!"

The truth was there, pulsing quietly in the space between them. Of me, she thought. Of you. She looked down, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of her secret pressing harder than ever. Draco wasn’t just any boy. He was Damien’s son. But how could she tell him? How could she put that truth in the hands of a man who lived and breathed danger? A man whose enemies would tear apart anything he loved just to break him? She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “He likes you,” she said softly. “Draco. He said you’re… really good at catching the ball.”

Nigel replied coldly, his eyes fixed on her. Delcy grew even more frantic. Draco strode over, his gaze icy and merciless. “A rotten woman like you would make a fine meal for my pets.” Delcy shook with terror. “P-please, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never bother Luna again. I—I—” She couldn’t finish her sentence before Draco grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. “Ah!” Delcy whimpered in pain. Draco’s eyes blazed as he stared her down. “Death is too good for a greedy, conniving woman like you.”