Fanfiction Draco Hermione Novels & Stories

Alfos heard him screeching as he tremored, incoherent words rippling from the lord’s mouth. “Dracolian,” Alfos muttered under his breath, his face screwed up. He calmly took a seat beside Draco and watched him. Draco’s mouth was moving, sputtering words, but the only one Alfos captured was his sister’s name. “Dita. Di…” Draco called and trailed off, choking. He was hallucinating. Alfos could’ve blamed Isolde, but he knew better than to do that. This was all Edrand’s fault. He put Draco in this position and not the breeder. He wasn’t there to see how the events unfolded, but he knew a handful of things to know Edrand started it all.

The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress. "Enough," Draco growled. The sound was deep, vibrating against my back as he effortlessly hoisted me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. The world tilted violently... the room, the brothers, the opulent lighting all spinning into a blur. "Draco!" Daemon laughed, though there was a frantic edge of surprise in his tone. "Don't be such a miserable bastard. She was just getting to the fun part." "I am finished with the pleasantries," Draco bit out, his voice a low, terrifying rasp that sent a jolt of genuine fear... and something far more complicated, straight to my core.

In no time, they were both out of their offending clothes, kissing and grinding against each other's naked bodies, moans escaped both their lips with every contact their bodies made. He pinned her hands atop her head as he drove softly into her. They took their time, exploring each others bodies with their mouths as they picked up pace. Soft moans echoed into the night. Here they were acting like horny teenagers, all this sneaking around. The thought made her laugh. "What's funny now?" Draco asked huskily as he Nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear. "I'm just thinking about how we're sneaking around like teenagers, its so funny".

We headed to Valmore Enterprises in silence, we didn't know what to say or what to expect when we saw him, but I, for one thing, could not wait to see him despite everything. We entered the building and Lora's hand was in mine and we saw a lot of our allies and Roman's men. Our sons went to mingle and then I saw Drax with a beautiful dark skin Fae woman on his arm. I was jealous, he leaned in and kissed her and I realized it was his girlfriend, I remembered her from a magazine article that they lived together. Drax looked so handsome in his suit and although his face looked different, I could sense it was him, I felt drawn to him and my wolf said, "Mate, he is still our mate," and my heart f

“I guess no one has told you before, but Freya, you’re the most beautiful girl I know. You have a perfect heart-shaped face, the largest, softest brown eyes I’ve ever seen, and your inky-dark hair… It’s the kind of hair men write songs about. It’s just a pity we’re omegas, and so we’ll never find our fated mates. But I’m sure the man who ends up marrying you will cherish you forever—” “Well, on that note,” I started, “I think I’ve found my fated mate. Alpha Zac in our school and I have a mate bond. He invited me to the party tonight to announce our bond to the whole school—well, the whole of the students at the party, that is.” “The Blue Moon party?” Beth asked with envy but zero malice. “I’

A warning. She turned back to Rhazien. The heat wards surrounding him pulsed, then dimmed, then pulsed again. She reached for his hand, sliding her fingers into his. "You can’t leave me," she whispered. "Not now. Not when I finally understand what it means to burn for someone." His skin was too hot. Not human-hot. Dragon-hot. The flame inside him was rising. The healers whispered from the corners. One reached for the binding circle of runes to reinforce the spell, but it cracked at the edge.

"Ugly thing, hahaha. No matter how beautiful you are, with your wings?burned to ruin, Morpheus will never want you again." “Once you finish my medicine tests, I’ll be blessed by the ice element. I’ll marry Morpheus in your place, and become the Ice Dragon princess instead of you.” She viciously jammed her finger into one of the wounds on my wing, a hungry, expectant look on her face. The blue sapphire on that finger was shining with a dazzling light. I grabbed her arm, shook it off and calmly said, “Doesn’t matter. He’s yours.”

"I need you, Liana. I need you more than anything." She hugged me again, and we stayed like that for a long time, crying and holding onto each other with all our strength. "I love you, Draco," she whispered in my ear. "I will always love you.I always have. " And then the turmoil began, the dreamworld crumbling around us.As we embraced, the dream shifted, and the surroundings became more mystical and magical. The sky turned dark, and a sudden wind started to blow, as if the elements themselves were responding to our reunion.

but to their disappointment none of dragon women was carrying the hypnotizing fresh Jasmine smell that Draco was going crazy thinking about…. Assuming his mate was from witch realm Draco, Draco, Saltus and Petro decided to head to Witch Realm to meet Witch Queen Zaramaru and find his destined mate, however last night when Draco was peacefully sleeping in his room he felt a sudden discomfort… his body was unknowingly set on fire while his Dragon urged to get on surface… he instantly transferred into his monstrous Dragon form and tried flew up in sky… Draco was uncertain to what was happing however his Dragon was determined to fly to Witch realms, unfortunately before they were able to fly to

Only after the door closed with a click and I heard his receding footsteps in the hallway did I look up. With a light slap on his arm, I threw Draco an accusing look, which made him shrug. “I want some alone time with my mate. That’s all.” He reached out to touch my face, and our eyes met. Draco’s eyes were filled with tender affection as he cradled my face like a precious jewel which he couldn’t get enough of. The sheer intensity of the situation kept me frozen, unable to glance away from those piercing gray orbs that promise sweet nothings.