Harry Potter X Narcissa Malfoy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Is this what the 'Princess' does the second she gets a taste of freedom? You’re pathetic." ​The insult stung worse than the alcohol. I pushed off the wall, swaying on my feet, my eyes blurring with tears of frustration. "Go away! I hate you! You don't get to tell me what to do!" ​I tried to shove past him, but I was too weak, too drunk. Xavier didn't argue. Without a word, he moved with terrifying speed, hooking one arm behind my knees and the other around my back. ​"Put me down!" I screamed, feebly hitting his chest, but he ignored me as if I were nothing more than an annoying fly.

Draco said with his low voice however my mind was to ignorant to focus on his words…. “What happened?” Draco questioned me, when he saw me staring at place where Tara accidently dropped her basket I turned to face Draco and said “That indifferent smell… which I inhaled when we first meet Tara…. I… I know…. now what is it” “What is it?” Draco questioned me with his raised eyebrow “Love potion” I replied honestly…. “Love potion…? what is it…” Draco questioned me to which I told him a encounter from my childhood.

Once he stood in the middle she dipped four of her fingers in a red paste before marking his chest like the claw lines. Stepping back she clasped her hands together. "Close your eyes, my Lord," The girl said. Draco did as told. The girl closed her eyes as well as her tinted red lips parted and she started chanting a spell in a hushed voice. The atmosphere of the room suddenly dropped and the icy chills prickled their skin. Her eyes shot open wide and they were completely white with no irises visible. The voice became louder as slowly the scar on Fiona's face started to disappear only to start forming on Draco's chest.

Stefan Malfoy's POV:: I was standing still, close to the window as I looked outside the building. I was so happy for everything going on currently. And today, happens to be the greatest of them all because finally I was with Lucinda Orlok, my childhood dream. She was still unconscious because Layzal [the djinn] had done a powerful enchantment on her which made it absolutely impossible for her to wake up anytime soon. I felt bad against it because i couldn't just wait to see her open her eyes and embrace my full glory. I have been on diet because I really wanted to appeal her the day she finally wakes up from her enchanted sleep.

Everything moved in slow motion as Nicolette watched Denali's eyes glow an unnatural color of green as she started to suck all of Nicolette's life out. It began to grow bigger as it's energy began to pulsate throughout the room. A tear fell off of Nicolette's cheek as she stared at Malcom. "Malcom," Nicolette choked out. "I-I'm sorry. I failed to realize you were being controlled. I-I'm glad I didn't leave when I wanted to. Even though it was torture, I get to hold onto the few moments where magic wasn't controlling you. I-I love you and I hope that one day you will be free. I'm sorry that I can't be the one to release you."

She took a deep gulp before topping it up and turning to Ann with a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "I'd offer you one but, you know… I would rather you suffer as much as possible whilst you watch the little show that's about to start." Narcissa crooned as she moved the table a little closer and began to pace around Ann. "Watching your heart break all over again…watching your tears fall … oh Ann... it will be exquisite," Narcissa whispered in an almost reverent tone. Ann clenched her jaw as she tried desperately to resist the urge to turn and glare fiercely at Narcissa. That was what she wanted, the reaction, and Ann refused to give her it.

Tired of seeing you be an uppity prick, would be what she'd growl in private. "That's what's got you so worked up, dearest?" Ah, so we were still playing house, then? So be it. Narcissa snapped her fingers, and a maid I often saw with Ayda and Nicolette, the ginger Marisa, offered an inkwell to her. Narcissa took the inkwell, inspecting its sheen in the morning light, before pouring it over the ginger's head. None of the other maids so much as blinked. "Mmm, no, wrong color. Much too dreary. You," she pointed at another maid, this one with buck teeth and ash-colored hair. "Get me another bottle of Francesca's Fuchsia and be quick about it!"

Grinning Harry ridiculed her. "No, I will kill you! Whenever you haven't as yet stood up!' Arosh compromised him. Harry grinned at what Arosh said. He gradually carried his face nearer to Arosh as though he planned to kiss her, Arosh's anxiety was excessively solid at those times and she just shut her eyes. In any case, when she shut her eyes, she didn't feel Harry kissing her. She woke up and saw Harry standing up yet snickering at her.

She knock at the huge door and it opened instantly, she saw Merfoy sitting alone on the huge table as he uses his three-layered glasses while reading the magic book. “You came earlier than I thought,” Merfoy said as he pull down his glasses to see her. “I can’t wait to hear news from you Merfoy,” she said as she approach him. “Well, come in and take a seat.” Merfoy removed his glasses as he turn some pages of the book. “So what’s the news?” Niffa ask. Merfoy showed her the magic book as she read the page. She was shocked to read the texts which indicate their past life like how she was trained by Rico during her childhood years and also how Rico becomes the violet-eyed sorcerer throughout th

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.