Harry X Draco Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zelda I could feel the tension building in the air as Drake and Jake's growls grew louder and more aggressive. I really don't know why they were growling. Are they dogs? Or wait sorry ignore that question. "Jake, you don't have a chance with her so forget about it," Drake snarled, his face inches from Jake's. "You think you can just waltz back into her life and act like you own her?" Jake's eyes narrowed, and he shot back, "Drake, you don't know that, this is between Zelda and i so back off"

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

“Look, just leave. I need to freshen up and rest.” Draco nodded in understanding. “That’s alright. Then I’ll send someone to escort you back down so we can proceed with the signing.” “Okay,” I waved a hand in dismissal. But instead of leaving, he just stood there and spread his arms. I frowned. “What now?” Draco smiled like a child staring at a piece of candy he’d been waiting for. “Won’t you give your dear husband a hug? I might get lonely waiting for you downstairs.” His smile twisted into a devilish smirk. “Or maybe you want me to join you in the shower…”

Nigel offered. Draco fell silent, his eyes sharp as he heard the name. ‘Danny Fergie’—a name Draco never wanted to hear. A name that fueled a burning hatred within him. Hatred, vengeance, and anger all fused together. He remembered the painful events he could never forget. “Let the old man meet me. I want to know what he wants,” Draco replied, his tone barely containing his emotions. Nigel nodded respectfully. ***

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

Kyon said, he didn't seem to believe that would work. Hawthorne poured the wine into his glass. "You're the only mortal here, Kyon. Why don't you try to believe in true love?" Draco faked a cough. "Yeah! Coming from a guy who only loved one woman. Should I build a statue for you?" Hawthorne snapped at Kyon but still chuckled. "Hmm! Just make sure it will look exactly like me." Draco frowned "Looks like the girl has a positive effect on you, Hayes. You can joke now and you're smiling like an idiot. It's scary though."

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

She hugs Harry. "Ryn, wow...You've grown a lot." Harry compliments her. A/N: Ryn is one of the girls harry got intimate with during high school. "Thanks but that's all the lord's doing. Here, have some drink." She stretches it to him. "Oh, thanks." Harry drinks the wine, feeling a little dizzy. "I'm feeling a little dizzy. Can you take me to the bathroom please?" "Sure." She put her hand around his waist, his left hand around her neck, walking to sickbay.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a