Harry And Draco Fan Art Novels & Stories

Draco sneered looking at Richard and Henry Mars came in between them, to protect Henry, Henry slightly pushed Mars away to confront Draco "DAD…" Zenia muttered Henry winked at Zenia to calm her down, Mars held Zenia’s hand tightly "Draco, your enmity is with me…let others go away," Henry groaned "No, my friend my enmity is never with you, unless you refused my proposal," Draco responded "I am not your friend!" Henry said gritting his teeth, "Ohh, I remember you are indeed friends with Snake's king, you always admired this betrayer as your friend, "Draco growled pointing his wand towards Richard

Heavenly art : aegis Harold covers himself with the lightening shield and launches himself towards Draco at near light speed but Draco easily dodges his punch and lands a kick on his own, which launches Harold a neat two hundred meters away from the battlefield, the other chosen driven by anger, sadness and grief immediately attack Draco from all sides with Draco finally having to land so it would be a grounded battle, the fight goes on for a little while with the Holy knights and demons backing away from the intense battle. The chosen stand around Draco heaving from exhaustion but it would seem as though Draco had not been touched neither had he tried to actually fight back DIANE : Who’s th

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

Now that her sister and brother in law decided to go for world tour she stay with Draco’s nephew Harry Finn. Harry was very happy to have hazel and Xavier his home after his parents left for world tour. Harry’s mother/ Draco’s sister helped her through her pregnancy do much that she can’t thank enough. Harry has been helping her since then with Xavier. Harry was the brother she never had and she was very thankful to Draco Blackford that she met Harry. Harry had recently broke up with her boyfriend and now was single so he babysit Xavier also. Yes, Harry is gay and the most nicest person she had came across.

"Valen." Draco's eyes met mine. "Yes." "And he'll come after me." "He'll try." The words were simple and absolute. "He won't succeed." I held his gaze for a long moment. "You can't promise that."

“Look, just leave. I need to freshen up and rest.” Draco nodded in understanding. “That’s alright. Then I’ll send someone to escort you back down so we can proceed with the signing.” “Okay,” I waved a hand in dismissal. But instead of leaving, he just stood there and spread his arms. I frowned. “What now?” Draco smiled like a child staring at a piece of candy he’d been waiting for. “Won’t you give your dear husband a hug? I might get lonely waiting for you downstairs.” His smile twisted into a devilish smirk. “Or maybe you want me to join you in the shower…”

Getting out of bed he walked over to them before hugging them both tightly in a bear hug making Finlay laugh and Fiona frown saying she can't breathe. "Dwarco said you were sick so he took care of you. I thanked him. But lwet me take care of you nwext time," Finlay said, holding her cheeks in his small chubby hands and making her look at him as he talked. She bobbed her head and Finn kissed her cheek with a smile as she kissed his cheek sneaking a glance at Draco who was smiling. Goofy. "Alright, get ready; you both. We need to meet our kingdom," Draco said and they both stared at him. He wore a bathrobe and a few minutes later the door opened and maids hurried in holding dresses and so many

I called out to him. Harry focused the screen of my phone towards me and I gasped as I covered my mouth with both of my hands when I was surprisingly shown an unfinished sketch. It was an outline sketch of half of Harry’s face and his long curly hair but with no eyes, eyebrows, nose or mouth. I grabbed my phone from his hand and zoomed in on the date as it says Unfinished: April 14, 2011 and there was a little note below the date as it reads… ‘Dreamed about this guy last night but I was not able to see his face clearly.’

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

No matter what those men did, it didn’t warrant such a horrible death. “I see you marvel at the works of my hand,” he intoned, his voice filled with glee. Strong hands rested on her shoulders and twisted her enough to stare back at the carnage. “It didn’t take long to carve out this beautiful piece out of them, mouthy.” She squirmed in his arms, hating the lilt in his voice. This man here was deranged, mindless. As if he could read her thoughts, Draco hummed. “Only someone as mindless as I am would create such beautiful art, little bird,” Draco said, tracing her skin with his dagger, the very one he’d used to butcher the males.