Harry Malfoy Novels & Stories

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.

I forced myself to look away but I couldn't, it's like I'm being remoted or some thing, forcing me to do what he says. When I beheld his face, I was surprised to see that the so-called king was way too younger than I thought. From his deep voice, I had assumed him to be some one in his mid fifties or thereabouts, leaving me to wonder if Mrs Malfoy was mated to some one younger than she is? But here I am, staring at the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Blue eyes, pink lips, perfect cheekbones, with a well sculpted nose which gave him the perfect looks any one can imagine.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

He was lying on the floor senseless, blood was oozing through his body. A few minutes ago, I was enjoying him, wasn’t I? I could still feel his heat, his touch, his tongue, and his hand. He was whispering beautiful things in my ears, touching me, and making me feel how beautiful I am. Not a single boy had ever appreciated my beauty. In high school, kids used to make fun of me, they used to call me ugly and fat. I had brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin, but I was not a pretty girl. I didn’t have high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and arched eyebrows. But Luther, I sighed. He was so beautiful. What did he want from me, my virginity? I would have gladly given him my virginity if he was not a m

With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia. In an instant, the darkness that had shrouded her dissipated, leaving her crumpled on the ground, her monstrous facade replaced by her disheveled human form. Gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the throne room as the twisted manifestation of Malia's power dissipated, leaving only a sense of eerie stillness in its wake. All eyes turned toward the figure in black, the source of this unexpected intervention. As my gaze locked with theirs, a jolt of recognition surged through me. It was Draco, the vampire who had saved me.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

"We are gathered here today to witness the trial of Jacob Malfoy, who was found guilty of treason. This trial will be conducted by Alpha King Dylan Callahan of Shadowfang pack." Dylan sat up further and pinned Jacob under his glare. He hated the fact that Jacob didn't show the slightest remorse. He hated people like that. "What is his offense?" He muttered. Alpha Rhett signaled to his beta, Kenzo. Kenzo stepped forward holding a parchment. He lifted it and began to read. "Jacob Malfoy, son of the late Kastro Malfoy and Sibby Malfoy, was caught in the act when he tried to poison Alpha Rhett Jackson with aconite."

where near us once our orders were delivered, unless we requested it. Once we were settled in and our orders were delivered, Gabriel told Neo that the floor was all his. Neo nervously started up, “I just hope yourll don’t end up hating me after hearing all of Crystal’s secrets, which I have foolishly kept. It’s just that I always hoped that she would change. We were never close, but I always reminded myself then that I was her older brother and I had to protect her. I know now it’s a lame excuse, I should have turned her in ages ago. If I did, maybe I could have even helped prevent some of the things she did. It all started when she got into high school. She partied and drank a lot and occa