Harry Potter X Narcissa Malfoy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

The touch felt real and made his chest rippled. "Just a sweet dream," replied Albus with a relaxed smile. Draco touched his chest. There was a feeling of warmth and longing in his chest. He missed the girl. He wanted to meet the girl—what a strange dream. The dream was too real for Draco. However, maybe Albus was right. That girl might never have been around. The girl was probably Draco's imagination. Draco sighed. "Yes, too bad. Just a dream,” Draco replied with a sad smile. Draco secretly missed the girl. Nearly a hundred years passed.

Every step she took to the left or right, Lucas would match the movements. "Our deal is over Lucas. Malcom broke the rules and I only play by the rules," she said back. Nicolette made the decision to shift back. She shifted back with all of her clothes on thanks to a spell. Lucas shifted back not caring about his indecency. Nicolette mumbled the spell a "Spen-cy-nid," Nicolette mumbled. The glass bottle that previously had her blood in it was now in her hand. "There's no blood in here. There is nothing tying me to this land. My scar has disappeared. I'm leaving."

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

Harry spoke calmly, looking into Galadriel's eyes, which were burning with anger for him "Harry, let's go to the doctor." Harry looked at her before sighing and taking her hand to leave the house, but Galadriel held her hand "What do you want, Peeta?" "We need to talk." Grace fought with every fiber in her body as she looked into his eyes "I don't, please stop coming here. let me live my life." He looked at her with anger that bothered him to see Harry's hand wrapped around her waist “Your life is with me, you are my companion, you are mine.” She felt Harry's hand on her waist It intensifies

I didn't know what was going on, but I trusted him. We began performing the ritual together, our voices joining in with the witches' chants. I could feel the power surging through me, and I knew that we were doing something important. I opened my eyes, I froze at the sight. It was Narcissa holding Jax's head as she beheaded him. Blood gushed out everywhere making me more thirsty for it as every drop sent waves to me.

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.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Xavier laughed as he moved close to me, burying his head in my neck, as he smelled me most disgustingly. '' You smell like heaven, now I know why Xander is so obsessed with you,' He whispered with a smirk on his face. '' The mysterious red queen, the best dancer, club paradise had to offer, but you have been a naughty girl. In the past few days I have been away,'' Xavier said as his eyes trailed over my lips, and I felt disgusted by his creepy gaze. '' Xavier tell me what I did wrong, or just let me go. The Draco would not be happy with you treating me like that,'' I let out knowing that I had to play the Draco card.