Harry Potter X Draco Novels & Stories

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.

A arousal of sexual tension starts to form between the two of us – and if it were not for Britney walking in on us , who knows what we should of done. “Hmmm…what’s going on here?” Our eye contact is broken , as we both turn to look at Britney with pure horror in our eyes. I quickly push my self away from him – we both stand up and dust ourselves off. “Nothing…We just tripped and fell…” I say to her nervously. “Ah huh…I heard that one before…” she rolls her eyes playfully at me , making me blush in embarrassment. “I am sorry , I do not believe that we have me before…I am Xavier” he reaches out to her , after wiping his dirty hands on his pants. She grabs hold of his hand and shakes , making s

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.

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.

"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.

Kiran put the bags down and the exhaustion was noticeable. “Who’s the woman?” Malachi asked. “Charlotte. She’s a witch and his girlfriend,” Kiran said. “I can never thank you enough for this, Kiran,” Malachi said. “Dad, you know I’d do anything for you. Let’s go downstairs so you can meet Charlotte. You’ll like her and she knows Levi best. I know you have questions,” Kiran said with a smile. Malachi closed the bedroom door behind him and followed Kiran downstairs.

Charles explained. I couldn’t blame him for not telling me, but it was certainly a useful gift. If everything goes according to plan, perhaps we can locate all of the Dragons stirring up trouble and deal with them, so Dragons can go public. Everything I have been finding out was something I wish I had known a long time ago. Perhaps then we could have discovered unity amongst all supernatural and humans years ago. “Okay, we can discuss this later.” I let Charles into the house and closed the door behind him. “What is going on?”