Harry Potter X Draco Novels & Stories

~ -(Jungkook, PROD SUGA) Stay Alive ----- ------- ------- -------- ----- ---- ------ ----- ----- Stefanos: “So what do you think we should do now? Settle back in, or go after Xenia?” “Settle back in? Are you even hearing yourself Draco? We came all this way and you just want to let your best friend die here, in the hands of some ruthless monster?” I asked, the very man sitting in front of me as we were lounging ourselves in some kind of a tea shop. Wraya was God knows where; remind me to never let the dragon lose to some god forsaken land which he so much wants to explore. “Then what do you suggest we do? Go monster hunting? I mean you heard what those peasants were saying back there, that

Draco let his brother cry. He watched him wail and his heart aches at the sight of his brother. If Finn hadn't saved Fiona. Draco would've been in Dexter's place. Walking over to him Draco crouched down before touching his shoulder. Dexter jerked his hand away crying silently. "Come here," Draco said, trying to hold him again but Dexter pushed him. "Get away from me!" Dexter growled, landing a solid punch at Draco making him fall back.

After the bat’s screeches die down , we both pull the fabric from over our head – we both see that Andrew and Britney has done the same. “Sorry….” I say slowly , feeling horrible for creating such a mess. I would have thought that Xavier would scold me but he just gives me a small smile. The horses are brought inside and their leashes are wrapped around some rocks to prevent them from running away. I try to be helpful by helping Britney to count how much food and water supply we have , but my eyes could not stop travelling to Xavier. His forehead drips with sweat as his hands come together to strike two sharp stones together ; he keeps on striking until the heat and exhaustion from doing thi

He glares at her with a deadly look in his eyes, his hold so strong it is almost crushing her wrist, causing her pain but it’s Draco’s indifference that hurts the most. “Oh c’mon Mouse, let the little bird come to play,” the other guy at the table smirks at her, talking to the big guy, his eyes having two different colours of red and green, his hair, a white mohawk. He flicks out a fancy pen knife and stirs the contents of his glass with it before licking the sharp edge and smiling at Raven with his blood coated teeth. “What is this Draco, how are you alive? Who are these people?”

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle. He emerged from the shadows and suddenly we were outside, in the open with the dark night sky above us. His eyes had a murderous glint in them and I watched his spiked tail. The dragon was gray, like mine and I almost felt sorry for the illusion. I ran straight toward him and he moved his body sideways as his tail swept across the ground and lifted at the last second to strike me full in the chest. I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me.

The moment they stepped out of the room, a knowing smirk formed on Stan's face as he took in her hair and dress beneath the coat which belonged to Vincent. “It seems I just disrupted a sweet moment between you two. My apologies,” he chuckled and Minerva blushed scarlet and crimson. Vincent threw his friend and right-hand man a death look but a smile slipped through his cold facade. “What is happening?” He asked. “The dragon earlier just made an appearance.” Stan said with fear in his eyes. “WHAT!” Both Vincent and Minerva yelled in chorus. Stan scratched his head in hesitation. “And he came with friends.”