Novel & Cerita Harry And Draco Fan Art

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.

"I shouldn't have come here. I'm just going to pretend I haven't seen you yet and you didn't tell me any of these." I shook my head. Why is Harry refusing to face reality. I'm in love with Drake. I didn't choose to be like this but I don't seem to be able to control my feelings around Drake. "I'm sorry Harry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I really wish there's something I can do to make you feel better." "The only thing... you can do to make me feel better is come with me. Leave Drake and come back to me, will you do that?." He asked.

Over his broad shoulders, I saw Draco with Harmona in his arms. He was still lying down on the floor, but he had tucked Harmona into his chest, her face pressed to his jacket and his free hand covering her ears so that nothing could reach her. Not the sight, nor the sound. “Draco! Harmona!” I rushed past Alistair, past the bodies on the floor and knelt down next to Draco’s form. “Is she okay? Can you stand?” “Yes.” Draco nodded his head, loosening his grip on Harmona before he placed his head on the ground in exhaustion. “Yes…”

he whispers. I smile at him glad to know he has seen Draco. I just have to ask. "How is he." "He is well given the circumstances. He looks a little tired but is in good health" he says. I nod to myself satisfied with his answer. He flicks his eyes to the package silently commanding me to open it. I pull the strings and open the brown paper. On top of the scroll inside I see his note. I hide it in my hand to read later. When I unravel the scroll I gasp aloud. Then I smile joyously at the drawing. It is like looking at a moment in time that seems so long ago. Draco and I are sitting on the bench at Hanami. We are turned to face each other. Our heads lean close with smiles on our faces. It almo

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

I don't hate him but …but I fear him. Draco was a storm I lived inside of. A beautiful, wild storm that left bruises on my skin and silence in my soul. He touched me like I was his obsession, his muse, his conquest but never his equal. Not once did he ask if I was happy. Not once did he care if I bled beneath the diamonds he gifted.

"what's your point? Weren't you supposed to be leaving the country?" Draco: Correct, but first I wanted to drop off a present. "hear this, I have no time for your antics." Draco: Fine. And here I thought you'd rejoice knowing I possess every shred of data about Miley Hales and her endearing offspring, who oddly enough bear a striking resemblance to you... he blocked me from grabbing the documents, clearly wanting something, and it's not hard to guess what. Draco: Tell me, wasn't this the very lady who drugged you years ago?

I agreed, "Okay." Luna turned away from me and to Molly. Just then, Harry walked in and stared at us in shock, as he had already gone to the dragon's clinic and had his open wound bandaged and closed to enable it to heal faster. "Leave us, Harry," I said, as I didn't want Harry to be staring at Luna in her almost unclad body. Harry replied, "Okay, my lord, forgive me." Harry immediately left us, and my cold gaze fell back to Luna and the handsome man. I spoke, "He's not welcome here. Ask him to leave too now."

Dante drew on his gaze, as if trying to catch him in a lie, but Harry burst out giggling. “That was funny! I told you that I am not my brother's puppet, why would you even think that I would do his bidding for him?” “He is your older brother, the two of you get along fine, so I don't see any reason why you would want to get rid of him” “What if I tell you that he is not my father's child and does not deserve to sit on that throne in the first place” “He is a Lycan!” Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him.