Malfoy Outfit Novels & Stories

“Babygirl, if you’re not up for it, I can help.” “N-No!” she hurried to take off her coat. After a moment of struggling, she finally managed to remove her hat and sunglasses, letting her golden blonde hair fall freely around her shoulders. “I’m done,” she sighed, placing the extra clothing aside, now revealing the pink bodycon dress that hugged her curves. Malfoy leaned back, his gaze lingering as he smiled. “Much better.” “Are you ordering something, or should I get us both a Dark ‘N’ Stormy, Miss… uh…” Malfoy paused, turning to her with a devilish grin.

Draco ordered making you think he was shivering. I raised my eyebrows when I looked at it. Is this serious? What does this have to do with training? But I thought he was talking to me, but he was looking at Reed. I saw how his jaws clenched but Reed and Ryujin exchanged without complaint. Ryujin just shook his head and we didn't dare to talk because Draco might start acting weird again what would he think? But suddenly I looked at the whole thing. He is wearing all black. From pants to a body-fit shirt that screams muscles and his combat boots and brushed-up hair, he is also wearing an aviator and has a dog tag. It also has a military watch. He's handsome in what he's wearing, but I just cri

If the girl were thrown off Draco's back, the body would have been crushed. Draco wasn't too worried about Astrid. The girl was currently wearing her robe made from Draco's dragon scales. The robe would protect Astrid's body from impact. The cloak also kept Astrid against Draco's back. Unfortunately, Astrid did not know the uniqueness of the robe she was wearing. Naturally, Astrid was scared. Draco had absolutely no interest in telling Astrid because he was busy concentrating on flying while his strength was still there. He almost passed out.

Thankfully I healed quickly, my immune system was strong. I didn't have any clothes around and since Marius destroyed what he brought me with, he had to take responsibility. I walked into the dressing room and took an oddly massive black t-shirt from the hanger and another pair of shorts. Threw it on and packed my hair into a loose bun. However, when I turned to leave, I found Draco standing by the door with his arms crossed. I frowned, “What?" Draco smirked, “I'm offended by the fact you're wearing my brother's clothes."

"I’m not the kind of person who finds joy in others’ misfortune. Draco tsked when he remembered her saying that. That was the difference between him and Laura. He would be happy seeing her father Leo suffer and in pain. So he would stick to his plan. Nothing would change. He picked up the pill from the table and brought it to his mouth. Then he grabbed the glass of water and drank it. After that, he stood up from the side of the bed. But he paused again when he noticed what he was wearing. He was now dressed in a white t-shirt and gray pajamas. He frowned. He couldn’t remember changing his clothes last night, thanks to the strong liquor he drank. He couldn’t believe how strong the drink had

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.

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.

Everyone stared at each other in confusion, some nodding in agreement with her words, and some murmuring. “Well, this is confusing.” “She’s just a nobody. Why wear this kind of dress for this occasion?” “Wasn't he supposed to punish her for offending his Luna?” “You’re right.” Draco’s voice cut through the murmurs. “She’s supposed to be punished for offending my Luna.” But the crowd only looked more confused. “Why then did he transform her dress into this beautiful gown?” “What exactly is going on?” “My Luna deserves the best dress,” Draco answered once again.

Malcom pleaded, but she just turned and stormed out of the bathroom, to be met with racks of dresses, all in various shades of pinks and whites, all with frills and laces. All like a doll’s dress. “Really?” She whirled on him and waved at the dresses, “Then what are these?” “I thought ye might like some clothes…” Malcom paused as he looked at the dresses and then her face. “Uh huh.” Poppy crossed her arms and did her best to look fierce as she glared at him. “You thought I’d like some clothes. So you brought dresses.” “I…” he paused as he pondered his words, “I thought ye’d like some dresses.”

I let my purse slide down my arm and drop to the floor where I stood in front of his desk. “Because short skirts and Harry Potter T-shirts are so professional,” he retorted. I wore a black, pleated leather skirt that sat high on my hips and flared out with bare legs and black combat boots. On top, I wore a white T-shirt that read, “I’ve got 99 problems, but a snitch ain’t one,” with the golden Harry Potter snitch on it tucked into my skirt. “Whatever, Muggle.” I plopped down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.