Little Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

For three full days, I was given no food or water as punishment from Draco. On the night of the marking ceremony, he finally pushed the door open, walked over, and crouched in front of me. After lifting a glass of water to my lips, he said, "Don't get mad, Lea. I locked you away only because I was terrified of losing you." He kissed my forehead and continued, "I'll make it up to you once I'm firmly in power. You've always been the only one in my heart." I looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm the one who should apologize, Draco. You've treated me so well, and I shouldn't have been so foolish to think about leaving you."

He spoke in a deep, throaty voice, his words rumbling from his chest. “D—dragons?” she turned her face to look at him, terrified. “I—I am scared.” When his gaze met hers for the first time, he said, “Don’t be afraid.” It was a beautiful emerald green and all-consuming. Her breath hitched despite her tension. Meryl pulled her gaze away from him and focused in the front. She was sure they were taking her to eat her away. She looked at the dragon and was captivated by his strong muscled body and iridescent scales that glinted off the light.

Getting out of bed he walked over to them before hugging them both tightly in a bear hug making Finlay laugh and Fiona frown saying she can't breathe. "Dwarco said you were sick so he took care of you. I thanked him. But lwet me take care of you nwext time," Finlay said, holding her cheeks in his small chubby hands and making her look at him as he talked. She bobbed her head and Finn kissed her cheek with a smile as she kissed his cheek sneaking a glance at Draco who was smiling. Goofy. "Alright, get ready; you both. We need to meet our kingdom," Draco said and they both stared at him. He wore a bathrobe and a few minutes later the door opened and maids hurried in holding dresses and so many

I darted in and out of the trees as fast as my legs would carry me. Soon enough I came into the clearing by the lake. Sat by the edge of the water was Draco's enormous ashen gray dragon. He let out another deafening roar into the air, and it was such a sad song. My heart broke for him when he lowered his head and nudged at the lifeless body of Lorena. His snout was huge, almost half the size of her tiny body, but he was so gentle when he tried to nudge her awake. He knew she was gone, but there was a part of him hoping that he was wrong. I stepped forward with my hands up, and when my foot snapped a twig he startled, shooting a fireball at me. I jumped out of the way and shouted out, “Draco,

Stefan Malfoy. "You're just one pathetic soul, you know that right, Lucinda?? Huh??" I cursed as I held her throat firmly. "You think that impostor, that weakling would come to save you??" I scoffed as I laughed really hard, looking at her eyes filled with tears.

Draco yells. "Me, what about me. I am just nothing. I am not unique in any way whatsoever," I say. Draco stomps his foot and has a tantrum. He throws his hands around like a child. Then looks at me and points both hands at me. "Yes, you are. I cannot believe you have not figured it out yet, Angela. You are special," Draco says to me.

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.

Draco looked at the peach and lowered his head, a glint of light passing through his eyes before disappearing without a trace. He had learned from his mother that he had to endure it no matter what happened. Only then could he continue staying in the Seldom family. He picked up the smashed peach from the ground, and a cold smile appeared on Draco's lips. He seemed not to notice the dirt on the peach, wiping it with his hand and taking a bite. Everyone was shocked, including the Third Prince, Alpha Jeffn. He squinted his eyes again, wondering if this young boy was too young to realize he was being humiliated or if he was capable of enduring things that ordinary people couldn't.

DRACO Draco's forehead creased as he shifted his attention from the laptop when he heard voices coming from downstairs, outside the room. "Miss!" "Miss Laura!" the voices called. If Draco wasn't mistaken, the voices belonged to children outside. His expression remained unchanged as he stood up from his seat to peek and see what was happening downstairs, wondering why he could hear children's voices. Well, Draco knew that there were children living in Miller Estate, the children of the Estate workers. Even before he set his revenge plan in motion against Laura's father, he was already aware of them.

"God I can't believe him... Actually this is the first time I remember Dad drunk like this." "Dad rarely get drunk too, and I think I should get him at the backyard, he can't stand alone too." "You need help?" Junior asked. "No it's okay, I can handle him, he's smaller than me you know?." "Uh okay..As you say." Junior chuckled. Eliza follows outside assisting Zelbert and Junior immediately assisted her. "No, I can handle him, you get Bingley." she said while pulling Zelbert out side. "You sure?"