Fanart Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

Miles stuck out his head and said boldly, "It's not all from you." Draco raised his jaw arrogantly. "If it weren't for my son, no matter how many great genes your mother has, how could they be passed on to you?" Cough! Cough! Uncle Ford coughed twice suddenly as if to remind Draco of something. He suddenly returned to his senses and glanced at Catelyn awkwardly. Draco cleared his throat and waved at Uncle Ford. "What a lovely painting. I love it! Please take the two young boys to choose a frame for it and hang it up in my study room."

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

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.

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

Witch. It was how my brain processed new information and stored it when I assessed someone new for the first time. I could accurately guess height and weight and everything I learned about the person would be stored there. Malachi was looking oddly at me. Malachi Sinclair. Six foot four inches. Two hundred and seventy pounds. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Wolf. I turned my head when a chair scraped along the floor. Kiran Sinclair. Six foot four and a half inches. Two hundred and eighty pounds. Black hair. Blue eyes. Married to Adara Sinclair. Wolf and witch. Alpha. He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

( 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…..

That was what my parents always said at least. Draco noticed a Dark Fae who was poised to attack the King and Queen from above. He waited until the enemy made its move before he dove down after him and ripped his body right in half. Queen Imeela looked up at Draco and smiled at him. ‘Thank you, Draco and Kalamar. You will always have our appreciation. We’re proud of you both and can’t wait to see what you do with your futures,’ she said, sending her thoughts to us. She winked at us before turning her attention back to the fights going on around her.