Harry Potter X Draco Novels & Stories

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "

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.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

~ -(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

Everyone in Crikeria knows the story of the child who killed the elder draco. One cold winters' night, when the people of the quiet Midland village lay dormant in their beds, the elder draco attacked. Men woke from their slumbers to fight the beast while women hid indoors holding children to their breast. None could kill the giant beast who spat fire, setting the small village aflame, the wooden structures ripe to feed the flames. As the men retreated, a lone girl stood before the beast, wielding her father's sword.

"You thought a crippled core meant a permanent grave. Look at you now. You are nothing more than a frightened child hiding in the ashes." ​Dorian whimpered, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as terror paralyzed his throat. He could not find a single word to defend himself. I gave him a cold, hard shake before tossing him carelessly back down onto the floor at his father's feet, where the two of them knelt side by side in mutual despair. ​The time for words within these walls had reached its end. It was time to clear the stage entirely. ​I stepped back to the center of the ruined hall, raising both of my hands as the internal dragon vitality surged through my veins to a deafening cres

Stevan patted the man's back. Drake was a big man with a thick beard like Hagrid in the Harry Potter films. Shanon was initially a little horrified to see Drake's scary face, but behind his intimidating posture, Drake was a warm and friendly man. He had a booming laugh, but it was strangely sweet enough to hear. “When will the other guests arrive?” Drake asked Sarah.

( A wild grin across his humanoid face) MARTHA : Tch… you deducing my ability is not going to deter me from what I’ve planned for you DRACO : I would have it no other way…. ( coming to a halt at the middle of the church aisle) Martha takes out a sword from underneath the altar and begins to walk towards Draco DRACO : That’s it, come to me and face your final judgment MARTHA : I’ll kill you….. Martha begin to run towards Draco with a menacing look on her face, Draco forms another dark ball on his palm and sets it loose…..

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.