Leave No Crumbs Dramione Novels & Stories

Draco admitted back. "One day," Daemon said as he reluctantly headed toward the door, "someone's going to ignore your orders." Draco answered without hesitation. "They're welcome to try." Daemon looked back at me one last time and offered an exaggerated bow. "I'll collect that dance another night, Crimson Mistress." I smiled politely. "I'll think about it." "You'll miss me." He winked back. I smirked and said, "I doubt that." He laughed. "I definitely like her."

Underneath the box is a folded piece of parchment with Draco writing. My Io, This is Mochi. It is a dessert I think you will like because it is my favorite. It is filled with a sweet bean paste and a pastry of rice flour. Often when we kiss your sweet taste reminds me of it. I am sorry that I am not there to enjoy it with you, but I hope it makes you think of me. Love Draco.

Why is there no blood? In fact, the thumb cracked off like a piece of porcelain snapped from a vase. The creature hunched, cradling his injured fist. His face was now so red, it clearly reminded Jihoon of the crimson-skinned dokkaebi in his old children’s books. Jihoon stood on shaky legs, the girl now between him and the dokkaebi, the thumb still in her hand. She squeezed her fist closed until her knuckles cracked. White powder flew from her palm. The dust wove in and out of the light as if the girl had cast a spell. Then Jihoon realized the clouds covering the moon had parted. It lit the scene with a silver pallor. Everything that had once seemed ominous now softened to the haze of a dream

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

There was something about his laugh that made her feel all tingly inside, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. “I never said I’d just stand still and let you kill me, but I have a feeling, when you see what I want to show you that you won’t want to kill me after all.” Nya couldn’t imagine a situation where she wouldn’t want to kill him--if what she thought he had done was reality. The longer she spoke to him, however, the more she began to wonder if everything her father had ever told her about a Dragon Moon wasn’t true. “I’ll be the judge of that,” Nya said.

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.

How Draco missed everything about Astrid. Draco's chest felt tight. His vision was blurry with tears. An unbearable longing welled up in Draco's chest. "Astrid. Astrid. I miss you so much," Draco repeatedly said without realizing it. Only silence answered Draco. He wiped his tears and walked towards the lake in the cave. Draco completed his final assignment before leaving for the Centralis Capital in the Fortis Kingdom. He plunged himself into the lake, then stuck a branch of the Sacred Mana Tree firmly at the bottom of the lake's ground. The branch grew rapidly until it became a tree that poked slightly above the surface of the lake.