Funny Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

What's more, Draco loved Astrid. In the midst of his sorrow, Zergenth stared at the moon and roared with sorrow. *** Leonard's mocking laugh kept ringing in Draco's ears. "What a stubborn little dragon!" said Leonard with a mocking laugh. Draco tried to shout back the taunts full of anger. "I am not a little dragon!" Draco shouted with all his might, but he could hear a chuckle from a far mocking him.

“Don’t tell me you’ve become fond of her already.” “She’s fun, Orion. You know how much I like fun. Besides, it’s not like you or Draco offer any sort of excitement or enjoyment. One of you can’t carry a conversation, and the other can’t be bothered to change his clothes, let alone sleep or bathe. Neither one of you have very good sense of humors.” Draco’s lips peeled back revealing sharpened teeth. Azrael grinned as he always did, ignoring the pointed glare I sent his way. Murdering our youngest brother was a thought I had often.

Draco was sitting on my bed. Drunk. Silent. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, covered in faint scars. His slacks hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him on the floor. He looked up at me slowly. And smiled. But it wasn’t the charming, smug grin he usually wore. This one was cold. Tired. Mad. “How the fuck did he get in here…” I whispered, backing toward the bathroom, but it was already too late.

Draco simply took the glass with a smile and shook his head before going back to the bar and exchanging the wine glass for another whiskey on the rocks. “See those dudes in black? The ones pretending to be ‘the shit’ in the club and trying their best to impress those girls?” I pointed to the group in front of the bar up front as Draco nodded. “I bet they’re telling them right now that they know the owner…or that their dad is the owner.” “I’m no one’s father.” Draco scrunched up his nose distastefully. “Especially not someone who had a peacock blue Mohawk.” I laughed at his facial expression but just as we were about to turn around to go take our seats, one of the guys from the gang suddenly

Tyrian's POV: A few years back at the club: I'm angry as usual. Because someone decided to waste my whole day over nonsense that I don't care. I can't believe I flew all the from home for this. “ It's full of humans," Draco sneers. “ I don't like humans," he adds. Something he has told me a million times already. He says they smell funky, and their weakness makes him feel sick. Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans.

" he gritted out. Smilingly, the beta raised a vial and handed it to Draco. Frowning, Draco took it, watching the vial with confusion scrawled across his face. "Is that a fairies fart..." "A fairies feather, ew!?" Draco spat, pretending to retch from nausea. His action made Alfos break into laughter. The male who barely laughed. Seeing it had Draco cracking a laugh too. "So, am I going to drink a fairies fart so I can fart like a fairy, eh?" "On the contrary," Alfos admitted. By now, both males exited

Dale said. At this point, Mr. Draco was brewing in anger, maybe he felt disgusted with the way Dale looked at me. I could see how much he was trying to hold it in. “Hello, Dale,” Mr. Draco said, a dry smile escaping his lips. “Oh, Mr. Draco, please forgive my manners; I didn’t see you there,” Dale chuckled.

The way that bitch had laughed at her non-stop earlier. She marched towards the TV, yanked the electric cord off, and the screen turned blank. “Now, that is ruining my life. Not the princess problems you were talking about just now,” Draco said, laughing fully now and Ophelia groaned as she snatched a ceramic bowl off a pocket in the living room console, and she hurled it at his head. He ducked, still laughing as the bowl smashed hard against the wall and splinters flew everywhere. “Go on,” Draco said, sitting up again. “When you are done, I will fuck the price of all the items you destroyed off you.”

He held her hand. “Just hang in there. The time is almost up.” He murmured. “Shit! F*ck all of you!” Draco screamed, his face also full of rashes and is severely swollen. It’s amazing how he still had enough breath to curse as enthusiastically as that. Olga on the other hand, had long been passed out on the floor, her face and skin in the same state as Draco’s. While Tradd just stared at them blankly. He had eaten a scoop of animal feces and it was extremely disgusting. The smell was horrible. He just made himself think over and over that cow only eat grass, so their feces is basically grass.

Draco yells. "Me, what about me. I am just nothing. I am not unique in any way whatsoever," I say. Draco stomps his foot and has a tantrum. He throws his hands around like a child. Then looks at me and points both hands at me. "Yes, you are. I cannot believe you have not figured it out yet, Angela. You are special," Draco says to me.