Harry Potter Fanfiction Good Malfoys Novels & Stories

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

After this, she hated him to the core. With shaking fingers, she tapped on the screen and sent a text. “What do you want? Money?” Malfoy Zacob, with a burning cigar between his fingers, chuckled when he saw the response on his phone. “Offering me money, how cute.” This response overjoyed him. He was now 100% sure he had found the one he had been searching for. “Baby girl, the one I want is you.”

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

He stopped ten feet away, his massive shadow stretching over Duncan’s small, vulnerable human body. "But you are a fool, Duncan," Malphas hissed, his yellow eyes burning with a dark, predatory joy. "Look at you. You threw away the crown of the South for a woman. You stripped away your own wolf. You gave her your strength, your speed, your titles, and your magic. You have nothing left." Malphas raised his massive obsidian broadsword high above his head, the jagged edge of the volcanic blade crackling with a thick, toxic purple electricity.

Henry There was absolutely no way she was my mate. I was her enemy, her rival, the man she hated the most. Most of the gasps weren’t from people who didn’t know us, they were from her pack. “Nonsense! The oracles are wrong!” “Good gods, man! The devil and the angel don’t mate!” “Who’s running this show?” I was amused and aggravated at their anger and frustration. Molly didn’t look at all upset, but that’s what scared the hell out of me.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

He was equally dressed extravagantly in a tuxedo, yet no matter how handsome he was or how many girls at school crushed on him, he simply could not compare to a certain someone in my eyes. I ignored him, picking up another champagne flute from the tray of a passing waiter and taking it to my lips. I took a sip before my eyes moved to stare at Malfoy again. “Perhaps rumors had indeed been right. Isn't my sugar daddy quite capable? And how could I not admit how good he is in bed,” I muttered, my lips curling up. “You're shameless!” Malfoy said, shaking his head, yet there seemed to be no hint of his usual bully nature.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

Yari had been in chains for two years. Not always literal ones. Sometimes they were just glances, words. Sometimes the chains looked like golden collars or velvet walls, but they still kept her under the heel of Alphas who saw Omegas like her as objects, not souls. But nothing...nothing prepared her for Lucius Malfoy. He wasn’t a king. He was the one kings feared. An Alpha whispered about in the dead of night, with silver-blond hair that shimmered like death itself and ice-colored eyes that burned through people like they were already on fire.