Harry And Draco Fan Art Novels & Stories

And a long time ago, Nyla had been shared between them, although only one brother had ever known. “Do you still hate him?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant even though her tone was filled with a curiosity that she couldn’t really hide. “Hate?” Draco scoffed. “Hate is too simple a word to be used for something like this. He’s my twin, Nyla, my own flesh and blood… I don’t hate him, I simply want to tear him apart and wear his skin on my body to remind him who the real monster in this family really is. But hate? No. Hate is for mortals. What I feel is… art.”

cried Edmund anxiously. Draco nodded and changed his perfect form into dragon form. He appeared as a black dragon wrapped with flames all over his body. With his full strength, Draco breathed dragon fire into the layer of magic barrier that enclosed them. Draco slammed into the entire circle sorcerer with a wide sweeping motion with the tip of his tail. There was a fiery explosion that burned down the magic barrier. A crack opened in the air. The sorcerers were thrown far back by the blast of fire and Draco's dragon tail sweep. Many sorcerers were injured and passed out, but no one died, except for the sword monster Firebreath. Edmund took Astrid and Radcliff's hands together, dragging them

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

The dragon was beginning to panic. “It’s okay,” Harry caught Jules’ snout between his hands, feeling the hot dry breath of the dragon’s fearful exhale blow up their legs and torso, lifting the strands of their hair. “Jules, it’s okay. Calm down, my lover, my darling, my mate. I have you. You are safe.” They saw the words register in the dragon’s eyes, their gazes locking. “It’s okay, my heart, my beautiful, beautiful mate,” Harry crooned. “You are safe with me.”

From the moment Luna first set foot inside, she’d admired the beauty of Draco’s home. Now, Luna was touching the paintings on the wall—paintings she guessed must be by famous artists. Judging by their beauty and detail, they were definitely not cheap. By chance, Luna’s gaze landed on a framed photograph of Draco. A smile formed on her lips. The photo before her was of Draco. His face was extraordinarily handsome—Luna couldn’t deny it. Draco was the kind of man any woman would dream of. Any woman who saw him would surely be smitten. But one thing about Draco always scared Luna: his piercing eyes. That was what made him so intimidating when he was angry.

He also hated the fact that another guy held Summer first. "So," Draco looked back at Sky, "do you remember me?" Sky winced. "Sorry. I guess I meet new people too often." Draco put on a bigger smile. "No problem. Maybe you need a reminder." He opened his wallet, then showed her a picture. It was a portrait of the two of them when they were teenagers. His arm was around Sky's shoulder. Louis' face turned sour when he saw it. Meanwhile, Sky gasped. "Oh? You're that young boy!"

Despite being held by Draco, she felt like she was going to collapse. Draco leaned in close to her, their faces were inches apart. In fact, the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his labored breathing and the scent of his breath, a mix of mint and liquor. His face remained emotionless, even as her piercing gaze bore into him.

I sub consciously encircled my one arm around Draco neck and other on his waist and squeezed myself more into him, his warm body was comforting but not for long because very next second my body turned freezing cold when Sorcerer Ken flying head marched in my direction with his blood dripping open mouth and monstrous veins tentacles… I feared for my and Draco life and shut my eyes closed and turned to Draco….. I hugged him for my dear life and waited for impact but that never happened, in fact what I heard was loud ‘THUD’ just behind me…. followed by a monstrous growl…….. ‘AAAAAAAAGggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………………………………………….’ this growl was so loud that it pierced my ears

Natalie No, back then and right now, I'm still thinking about Jaxon. How amazing he's been with Harry, how patient and kind, and how I'm getting dangerously used to having around. "Mommy!" Harry's voice cuts through my spiral of panic as he bounces out of the house, clutching a piece of drawing paper covered in crayon scribbles. "Look what I drew!" I glance down at his artwork. They are stick figures that are clearly meant to be me, Freda, himself, and...a much taller figure with dark hair.

“Didn’t you always say that the characters I write aren’t beautiful? I found a calligraphy master to create character models for you, and I brought them today.” The other day, you gave ink; yesterday, you gave paper, and today, it’s a character model chart. He’s acting as if Happy Manor lacks resources," Emma said with a playful look in her eyes. She continued, “Draco, you’re doing this, and I don’t know what to say. I agreed to take care of you properly, but now it’s turned into you taking care of me like this?” Draco’s pen paused for a moment, and his long eyelashes quivered slightly. Then, his hand started moving, and he wrote the character “heart”.