Harry X Draco Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“shall we head home love, I need a shower and maybe a massage, it’s been so long since Drax and I had some action oh it felt good!” “Let’s go wash that stink off you” she says playfully holding her nose then giggling “ahh I’m so excited for my baby!” “you told her?” “did you want me to stand there and take being misunderstood?” he rolls his eyes and turns away from me “Harry, take this to the dungeon and secure it please”

“Hey, Draco. Look, I know that you are angry about your leg. I am doctor, maybe I can get you a prosthesis or anything to make you walk easily.” I shake my head when I recognize Xylon’s tone. He is bringing up the leg on purpose. He is going to drive this witch crazy before all this is over. “I don’t need your help!” Draco’s reaction is proof that he hit a nerve. “Calm down, man. You look cray cray when you spit out lightings like that,” Xaden jumps in, amused. I really have daring sons. “Shut up!” Draco roars, sending his lighting everywhere.

Her words and the bold front she tried to put up made the man in front of her give a wicked sinful smile and squatting in front of her he spoke. "I'M DRACO, XANDER'S FATHER. WELCOME TO HELL" TBC Don't forget to like and comment.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

He tried to call on his dragon form but it wouldn’t come due to his injuries. “I have to help him.” Rosalie cried as She wiggled out of Dominic’s grasp. He quickly grabbed the baby as Rosalie wobbled a small distance. She closed her eyes and shifted. The pain filing the anger she had towards Charles as his dragon form roared. Ever dragon in the area quivered with it. The power behind the purple dragon was unexpected. Even Charles was thinking twice. He backed away from Drezic as it approached. ‘Desiree sweetheart. It’s me.’ Charles roared happy to see her as a dragon. He still yearned for her and if he wanted he could take her as his mate to.

"I like you. But keep that respectful shit to yourself. It does nothing but gum up the works. Tell it to me straight, no bullshit, we'll get along fine, we will. Now, you're not a dragon I've ever seen before. What happened to you?" "Harry, he's riding with you. He can tell you on the way," Finn said. I turned back and looked at the man. His fierce smile shared his joy at not having me on his woman's back. I dipped my chin at him. "Let's get on with it then," Harry said. He leaned forward while everyone else loaded up on their various rides. "You ever ridden a dragon before, boyo?" I shook my head. "Nope." His smile was a little reckless, a lot scary. "Then climb aboard the Harry Express." H

The bond pulled stronger every time Draco laughed or moved at the other end of the table. Draco was in a good mood from the win. He was loud, telling stories, slapping guys on the back. I watched him from the corner of my eye while I drank more. The alcohol loosened something inside me. The hatred was still there but the heat made it mix with other feelings I did not want. My hole kept leaking slowly. My thighs felt slick under my jeans. I drank another beer, then another. The room started spinning a little. I stood up to go to the bathroom but the floor felt unsteady. I bumped into someone on the way and when I turned around it was Draco. He was standing right there, close enough that his s

Harris swooned when he watched the dragon with flames in his eyes lean forward and kiss his stomach while caressing it so gently. “I like hatchling. It's perfect for our baby dragon,” Harris smiled, his heart swelling as he reached up and rested his hand on his dragon's face. Draven's eyes moved to Harris and his heart skipped a beat. “I never knew I could love someone as much as I love you. You make me so happy, my beautiful Alpha!” Draven said before pressing his lips to Harris’.

Eventually I'd pass out and stop breathing, which is what I wanted soon. "Draco have you been working out? Your techinque for torture and that wip is really top notch. It's giving me chills. I love it." I tried wriggling my eyebrows at him but had no idea if they were working or not. Draco had a creepy smile on his face and he leaned in closer. "Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too."

Over his broad shoulders, I saw Draco with Harmona in his arms. He was still lying down on the floor, but he had tucked Harmona into his chest, her face pressed to his jacket and his free hand covering her ears so that nothing could reach her. Not the sight, nor the sound. “Draco! Harmona!” I rushed past Alistair, past the bodies on the floor and knelt down next to Draco’s form. “Is she okay? Can you stand?” “Yes.” Draco nodded his head, loosening his grip on Harmona before he placed his head on the ground in exhaustion. “Yes…”