Fanfiction Draco Hermione Novels & Stories

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

With just a few instructions from me, Flint was pinned to the floor by the fire dragons, forced to bow and apologize. Rhea looked like she wanted nothing more than to tear me into pieces. "When Drakon dies, we'll see who protects you then! I'll pay you back for everything you did today a thousand times!" … On the wedding night, I sat cross-legged on the bed doing accounts. Behind me, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Drakon pouted and asked, "It's late, honey. Aren't you tired?" He might as well have suggested outright that we call it a day.

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

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!"

I winced again. Finn, you great bloody beast, take me. Because I swear to all the gods that if you leave me unsatisfied, I'll destroy you. How could you let that bitch spread those lies about you? About her? Drace snarled over the shared dragon connection. I looked up and saw the darting forms of their humongous bodies in the air as if they were arrows from an archer's bow. I shook my head. Now really isn't the time for you two to go on a sex parade, you know.

Drake reassured with a small smile. Elaina nodded in understanding and kept trying. After sometime Drake got an idea and he reached out to take the harp from her, “How about we take a little break and learn something new?” He suggested. Elaina frowned a little but let him take the harp. “What do you mean?” Drake picked up the ancient book and handed it to her before saying, “We have never really gone through this book properly, aside from the ritual and recitations, there is some written history of dragons in it. Take your mind off music for now and let's learn something new”

Guilt gnawed at me like a worm at the core of an apple. "I am a girl who believes in fairy tales and love drama. I believe in true love and destiny.But what do you want Drake?" She was silent for a moment before she started laughing,"I forgot I am talking to Drake the Dribller,my friend doesn't exist.I was duped..." She covered her face with her hands and I could see tears drips between her fingers. "I am so stupid you know," She wiped the tears with the back of her hands and faked a smile," Here I am seated on your table, drunk and horny. No matter what you have done, I can't hate you.Do you know that?"

There they are. Drake, is standing tall, protective, his wolf’s strength simmering beneath his skin. Nicole, fragile and glowing, her unborn child radiating a strange, potent energy that I can almost taste. And Hazel… the witch. The one who shattered the cage of my prison and let me walk free again. A low growl builds in my throat, vibrating deep in my chest. So it is true. They are all here. All gathered neatly in one place. I step forward, claws sinking into the soil, my weight pressing down like a shadow over the clearing. Their gazes snap to me, wary, watchful. Hazel moves quickly, faster than I expect. Her hands lift, her voice sharp with a spell.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

Draco raised his frows. She jumped down from the bed but regretted doing that the next minute. She wasn't expected to jump off that way after the sex they had. "I hate you Draco....you raped me. You took advantage of me" She said and started crying profusely. "You're worst than the devil. You enjoyed it. No big deal" He muttered. He climbed down from the bed and walked into the bathroom. .