Malfoy Harry Novels & Stories

Malfoy paused, turning to her with a devilish grin. “Sarah,” Sarah rolled her eyes at him as she gave him her name. “What’s yours?” “Malfoy,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you can call me yours, for now.” He chuckled, signaling the waiter to come over. “Sarah…” he muttered under his breath, pleased with how it felt just right rolling off his tongue.

Ranulf said to her. And just as he was about to finish his sentence, Maven a black-winged creature who was built like a man appeared to us. He has a broken horn on his head and was half-naked just like Ranulf though his body was more on the slender and creepy side of grayish color. "My Kings..." he said bowing to Ranulf and myself. "Maven, thank you. Your queen here would like to speak to you." Ranulf stated as she was looking at me, telling me in her eyes that she was not comfortable with the queen thing.

“Quinn Kansas, the son of Gravik Kansas, chairman of the Terra Corporation!” They announced their names and identities again. Each was louder than the previous. In the end, Malfoy glanced at everyone present and said proudly, “I am Malfoy Aston! The young master of the Astons!” He then arrogantly glared at Sven and the others. “Now do you know who we are? Are you surprised? Are you afraid?” Afraid? Sven and the other government officials looked at Malfoy and his friends as if they were a bunch of stupid babies.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

It was pretty loud so I paused my music and looked up at him. "Your dad really killed his own flesh and blood," he asked me. I said yes then explained that he did because he'd been late to his birthday party. Everett's eyes were full of horror. "Maybe he really wasn't his son, although they looked the same, you know like Draco Malfoy's dad in Harry Potter," I mumbled with a grin. Everett looked off in thought and chuckled. "Your father looks identical to the character that played Draco's father in the movie, same long blonde hair and pissy disposition," he laughed heartily and I shrugged with a smile.

At the close of school, I stroll into detention and take my seat by the window. Just as I’m about to start doodling in my notebook to pass the time, a ball of paper hits my now-frizzy hair. “Oi, Granger! Didn’t expect you here. Where’s your usual sidekick, Malfoy?” Jeff says, causing everyone in detention to turn to me. “Oh, Jeff, don’t you know? I heard he ran from our dear Odette before her hair could strangle him,” someone else adds.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

“I’ve slaughtered thousands, can you tell what she looks like?” He growled and compelled his men holding him to calm down, trying to reach and bury me alive. To that sight, I didn’t stop and walked further to him. “Tell me. Maybe I can recognize how I killed her,” I enunciated. “I will kill you! I will kill you, devil!” “Calm down, Malfoy.” “Enough!” “Your wound is opening. Stop shouting!” I simply raised one side of my lips at him before I walk and let Edith drag me away from this Malfoy.

Stefan Malfoy. I had received a message on my dashboard saying there was an order, a home request. I had logged in to see who had sent the request and I couldn't hold back my joy. I couldn't believe how fast things were working out and currently Orpheus trusted me enough.

"You've never been in a relationship before? Where things turn out the wrong way and you have no other choice but to let go, and at the end you feel this pain that you lost the very man of your life?" "I've never been in love." Mrs Malfoy was surprised to hear that. "When I had the chance to, some one took him even before he could ask me out." "Did it hurt you?" "Yeah, it did, but not for long. Three days, I guess." "Wow. How old are you?" "Twenty five." She answered.