Hermione Punching Draco Novels & Stories

He looked ferocious with the frosty glare and exuded an intimidating aura as he moved. However, before he got close to Kaze, a towering figure stood in front of him. It was Draco, in his glasses. “Take your glasses off. I hate people trying to act cool!” Number One threw a punch at Draco’s face. He wanted to smash the glasses and Draco’s face altogether. Draco remained silent. He raised his hand and caught the punch. “Let go of me!” Number One shouted. He pulled as hard as he could but Darco’s hand was like an iron clamp, holding his fist in position.

“She’s mine. And mine alone. The only reason you’re still breathing is because of her. I came back to end your bloodstained little empire, Draco. You should be thanking her every damn day that you’re not already buried.” I gasped, horror and awe colliding in my chest. That was suicide. Suicide. Draco’s face twisted with rage, and without warning, he slammed his fist into Larry’s face. A sickening crack filled the room. I screamed and darted forward, heart racing, but before I could reach him... Draco grabbed me. His hand latched around my wrist and jerked me backward with such force my feet lifted off the ground. I slammed into his chest, and the moment I tried to push away, his other hand c

he chuckled, ruffling my hair with his fingers. "Keep this up, and I'll break your legs", I threatened, a giggle forcing its way out my lips. There was a part of me that always sought Draco’s approval and I hated it. I hated him. "Stop it!" I demanded, pouting; but my words fell on deaf ears. My breathing became shallow and laboured; suddenly, the amusement I felt was replaced by panic and the bitter notes of anger crawled up my throat. Without thinking, my balled-up fists shot forward, landing a swift punch to his tummy. "Ugh," he groaned, his grip loosening just enough for me to pull away.

A male voice suddenly growled from the trees. Kyra gasped and whirled around, but someone -the owner of the male voice- suddenly lunged forward, attacking Draco with a ferocity that made her stumble backwards, almost falling into the pond. Heavy thuds and blood-thirsty punches reached her ears while she tumbled closer to the water.

"I can't let him kill you. I can't. You can't ask me to do that, Grumpy. You can't. I won't let you. I'm the one who made him angry. He can take it out on me. Not you. Not any of you." "Hey, corcra, what's the ruckus?" Drace asked from over my shoulder. "Merlin. I saw him. I punched him in the face." I jerked. I'd missed the recipient of the punch the first time around. How my girl kept getting into these scrapes with powerful men and women, gods and goddesses was something I'd need to do some deep thinking about later. Right now, I needed to get her calmed down so I could get the full story.

Draco cursed under his breath. Using his momentum, he shoved Lewis aside. He was strong, indeed; Lewis took a step back. But there was no way Lewis would let him escape. He seized the back of Draco's collar. Many people were running in their direction. Draco seemed to panic. Mustering all the force he had, he charged at Lewis. Lewis' face changed as he crashed into the door with a loud bang. After breaking free, Draco ignored Lewis and bolted upstairs.

* clap* Celea slapped Draco on the back of his head not caring of all the eyes that were on them right now " aw, what did you do that for?" asked Draco while rubbing the back of his head " I decide how and when to be the main character you idiot I don't like it when someone else is trying to put me in the position of one" Celea sighted once again " Gina she hit my head" Draco than went to his mate to complain about Celeas accion

“You were at the auditorium weren't you? And the last time I checked even the fetus in this Great Fortress remembers Tau Upsilon Rex who addressed us all and told us of Jaylen's identity. You heifer!" Standing up in a hurry, Hermione made an attempt to pull a fast one at Ron but he was quick to move further away from her causing her to hit her arm against the hard wooden table. "Fuck!" Hermione cussed angrily as she stared at her wounded arm. "I am going to snuff life out of you, Ron! Just watch and see." She bickered. "Calm your nerves. Why are you always so hot headed?" Lorelei inquired. She looked tired.

Some dried herbs were hanging around thin metallic materials that were tied tightly around the trees' trunks. "So much for punishing us for the branches of trees!" Draco whispered, earning him an invisible slap from the witch walking next to him. "Say again, and you'll never growl for the rest of your life!" The witch glared at him. "These herbs are more important than your life, dog!" She added, and this time Draco didn't turn the other cheek. He snarled at the witch, and the witch hissed back. They were already in the teeth-for-teeth scenario when Orora snapped her fingers. Draco froze at once.

John apologized, placing a soft kiss on her head in display of affection before walking towards Draco. "What game?" John asked furiously, balling his fist as he prepared himself to strike when necessary. "Whoever gets knocked out first takes the pretty little thing home." Draco licked his lips, people were starting to gather as they had already garnered attention. "She is my girlfriend you idiot!" John said out of anger, he quickly delivered a punch to Draco's face but it stood mid air and crashed with the bottle that Draco had even holding. Breaking into pieces and piercing his soft smooth skin, blood dripped down on the floor and Abigail screamed out in terror.