Female Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, I just sent him back home.” I grab my bow once again, startled by an unexpected voice talking behind me. Before I could identify the culprit, a curative spell covers my body and recovers my strength. “Mother Lelyah!” “Nope. It pains me to be compared with that boring grandma. I’m a hundred times more beautiful.” “Who are you?” An elf I have never seen stood before me, dressed in a blue robe covering most of her body except for the legs and holding a staff bigger than her. She was beautiful of course, with short grey hair, big round bronze eyes and a tall athletic body.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

"The fragile little canary you imagined is an eagle in the human world, one that's capable of soaring to heights you can't imagine." Draco's pupils trembled. That was when he realized how wrong he had been. His lips quivered, and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Mother… Please tell me where Lea is." "Molzen, but she doesn't go by Lea anymore. Her name's Anastasia Rose." That day, Draco began packing to leave for Molzen, but Nanette showed up to block the door with her wolves, wearing the Luna's crown. Her eyes were red-rimmed.

"I don’t need help with anything, darling. Certainly not when it comes to a woman like—you... I've bedded a lot of women.... they all submit to me eventually." The air in the room suddenly shifted. The temperature dropped, not by degrees, but by a sudden, freezing pressure that silenced the banter instantly. A heavy, dark presence detached itself from the shadows near the balcony. Draco. He didn't speak... he didn't laugh. He moved with the terrifying, fluid grace of a panther closing in on its prey. Before I could process the sudden shift in proximity, a large, calloused hand clamped firmly around my waist. The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress.

My energy boxes had successfully transferred some energy to my mother. "Melody..." Malfoy arrived in mother's room. His eyes scanned the room as he called out to me. I had only just stepped out to accompany Gio to the toilet. I took some time to check him out. Malfoy has grown so tall and huge, I could barely recognize him. If It wasn't for his hair that was the same as mine, I could have taken him for someone else. He was so handsome. "Malfoy," my voice came out as a whisper, but he heard. He turned and his mouth hung open as he looked at me.

She sighed in defeat, but she held her expression to be brave. “Why don’t you just kill me, Drake, rather than torturing me?” She questioned bravely. “You don’t need me, right?” She trailed off. “—because if you need me, you won’t fucking torture me nor hurt your breeder,” coldly, she added. Drake is still in his position then. After that, he pushes her away, which leads her to fall to the floor. “Clean this mess. I don’t want to see your face,” he coldly mumbled before walking out of the room.

Lia stuttered. Draco scoffed. "You should keep your mouth shut, servant girl else I'll give you to my men," he yelled at her. Lia gasped, trembling in fear, while Zara glared angrily at Draco. "It's you who should keep quiet. She is right, I will never be yours and one more thing, she's not a servant, she's my friend," Zara scolded. A scowl appeared on Draco's face, as he glared at the two women.

Draco hated to say this, but for the first time in over sixty years, he found a female attractive again. He'd been too into males that he'd forgotten what it was like to be hard at the sight of a woman's nakedness. Yet, Draco couldn't understand what was different about her. None of his nine dead Lunas had such a strong impact on him until the fiery raven-haired. The whore! Remembering how Takoda thrust his fingers inside her body, Draco growled. How did it feel to touch a female's body? It had been so long that he couldn't remember the details.

His face had lost some of the carefree handsomeness of his youth, replaced by a cold and exquisite demeanor. The sunlight fell on his face, and he squinted as he looked at her. This angle showcased his exceptional beauty, enchanting the person beside him. "Third stepmother, why are you looking at me like that?" Emma smiled, "I feel like this matter is related to you." The intensity in Draco's eyes quickly transformed into an innocent expression on his face. He said, "Third stepmother, I am someone without any support. Do you think I have the power to make Luna Sandra afraid?"

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!"