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

Draco’s breathing didn’t change. Careful, she pushed herself upright, feet touching the cool floor. The room felt too warm suddenly, air thick and heavy. She crossed quietly to the door and opened it just enough to peer into Draco’s room. Moonlight spilled across his bed, painting silver lines across the blankets. He was sprawled on his stomach, one arm thrown around his plush wolf, hair falling into his eyes. His mouth was slightly open, lashes dark against his cheeks. Safe. For now. Her heart clenched painfully.

I questioned, looking at none other than the silly alpha that, for the past few hours had his frightening episodes with Wraya but now it was completely a whole new story. There lied Draco, his hands clutched on the dragon’s large scales for safety reasons, which didn’t look safe at all, not the least because of the way one of his leg was dangling down from the side. “Draco…” I pushed him gently, although my urge was saying me to kick him down. “DRACO WAKE UP!”

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

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

I look into his eyes and see that they are still unmoving. "No, no, no. please no" I plead in a shout in the cave. I pull Draco's head into my lap as I try to staunch the bleeding while I scream with all my might. "Somebody please. Somebody please helps me. Oh god, please. Please help me" As hold the boy I love to my chest he is so still. His body is warm against me and as I hold the bottom of my dress to his head I feel that it has soaked through.

They shared a wicked look that had my toes curling. Draco lifted me into his arms and positioned me over his lap. He’d taken on a kneeling position, which left me entirely at his mercy as he held all of my weight with his hands beneath my thighs. His cock was flush against my center, scalding hot as it nudged my clit. He brought his lips down on my own and growled into my mouth when I captured his lower lip and bit down. The wisps of darkness binding my wrists together parted. They forced my hands between my back before pinning them in place. Orion came to kneel behind me, and I shuddered.

The bond pulled stronger every time Draco laughed or moved at the other end of the table. Draco was in a good mood from the win. He was loud, telling stories, slapping guys on the back. I watched him from the corner of my eye while I drank more. The alcohol loosened something inside me. The hatred was still there but the heat made it mix with other feelings I did not want. My hole kept leaking slowly. My thighs felt slick under my jeans. I drank another beer, then another. The room started spinning a little. I stood up to go to the bathroom but the floor felt unsteady. I bumped into someone on the way and when I turned around it was Draco. He was standing right there, close enough that his s

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

NATALIE'S POV Draco lifted me up from his laps while my hands were still around his neck, my legs spreading out in opposite directions before curling around his behind as his palms scooped my butts in. "I can see you've got some training. But from who?" He asked, sucking on the most sensitive part of my neck which was the very flesh close to my ears– on the mark he carved on me. He placed me on the desk gently, pushing his hands inside my clothes and cupping my breasts, pressing it lightly and arousingly through my brassieres.

"Then die!" I don't knowing what happened next, I just heard that something fell. Draco did something to make Hace lose consciousness. His hand is still raised in the air. I sat on the floor holding my neck. Catching my breath, I looked at Draco when he came to me. He touched my face, my neck was hurt and he also kicked it. My tears started flowing, I couldn't ' that's it.