Harry Potter Fanfiction Draco Holds Harry On His Lap Novels & Stories

" It has been unused since the demise of the Queen. " Did I see it wrong? Or was it due to my weak vision? It seemed like he looked away for a moment , hiding the crystalline tear that was forming. Draco walked back. Did he see it too? " You are right. We still might not have tipped them completely off. " Draco said holding his shoulders. He turned towards me and then without any earnings just picked me up . I was seeing everything upside down, hanging like a sack from Draco's back. The radiant face of Lucian following from behind must have helped me control the urge of throwing up.

Loriah’s PoV I woke slowly, the world coming back to me in fragments. My head throbbed, but the first thing I noticed was warmth—firm, steady warmth wrapped around my hand. My lashes lifted, and there he was. Draco. His big frame was folded awkwardly into the chair beside me, his head resting on the bed, his hand clutching mine as though it were the only thing anchoring him to earth. When my fingers twitched, his eyes flew open. Relief washed over his face so fiercely that my chest tightened.

One brown-nosed guard announced, kissing the tight knot of his knees as I swept past hurriedly, creeping toward the black horse that was standing majestically under the fluorescent of the keep’s searchlight. It was certain that I would have Raya Banks writhing underneath my weight by sunrise. I hooked my leg over the dark horse’s large room, pulling on the reigns and bucks on the animal until it settled restlessly. I pumped my fists once, raising my hand high above my head and damned near falling off the horse when we took off, Hagrid’s leather-smooth face darting in and out of shadows behind me as Draco flanked us. The dungeon boy had his uses.

He never broke the gaze too, he kept staring at her sad weary face for what looks like forever,his heart which seems like it stopped beating for ages started thumping too as he slowly held her hand "Bluey" he smiled They both stood as if in a slow mo. "it hurts Draco.... He never understands" she cried and without thinking, she hugged him "it keeps hurting allover again "She cried harder Draco embraced her in a warm hug and she started new tears afresh "Stop crying" he said, patting her back "I can't, I really can't stop the tears " She said tearfully. Draco pulled away from the hug and watched her hiccups. He held her face tenderly and wipes her tears with his fingets. He stared directly in

If only I could black out, escape this nightmare in an instant. "Lily, look at me," Draco's voice commanded, low and breathy, causing a shiver of fear to ripple through me. "I said, look at me!!!" he bellowed, his tone sharp and forceful, forcing me to snap my eyes open in terror. "Please, don't do this now," I pleaded, my voice quivering, my legs trembling with fear. A deep, dark chuckle escaped Draco's lips as he stared at me. Then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed the straps of my top, yanking them so violently that I heard a distinct tearing sound, followed by a searing pain shooting through my shoulder.

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…”

Draco asked with a cocked brow as the kid pressed his lips in a pout and bobbed his head. "I see," Draco mumbled. Fiona heard light whispering as her eyes blinked open and she yawned only to realize the ceiling was different from her room. Her head whipped in the direction of the voice and she froze as a surge of alert washed over her. She sprang up to her feet and dash towards Finn in an attempt to save him thinking that Draco would hurt him but Draco didn't let her get to Finlay as he instantly wrapped his arm around her belly and pulled her on him. In doing so he plopped down on the floor with her on his lap.

His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.

She sat down beside him and gently asked, "Feeling better?" Draco's beautiful eyes, like cherry blossoms, held a hidden depth even when he wasn't smiling. His black hair spread out at this moment, a few strands sticking to his forehead. His expression was slightly panicked, and suddenly, he tightly embraced Emma's waist. In an instant, Emma felt a contradiction. The hand on her back trembled, yet its touch made her tense and slowly relax. She gently asked, sounding as soothing as possible, "What's wrong?" At this moment, a glimmer of light poured in through the window, touching Draco's exquisitely handsome face. His long eyelashes trembled, and droplets of tears formed like shattered gems. E

I said. "Every morning," he said. "And I feel it." He held my gaze. "Every single time." I held his gaze. Then I leaned against him. He put his arms around me. The way he held me now completely, unhurriedly, with the specific quality of someone who had decided that holding on was the thing and was doing it with everything. "Draco," I said. "Yes." "Don't get stabbed again," I said. He was still for a moment.