Malfoy Outfit Novels & Stories

She was dressed in a black armor, and that made Draco's breath jump. TBC.

My lips twisted into something sinister as I left the rest room. I'd just walked into the banquet hall when someone walked over to me, yet I completely ignored them. “Looks like the rumor about you snagging a rich sugar daddy is true, he even had to be your sister's fiancé,” I heard the familiar voice say, and it wasn't until I turned before I met the person's gaze–Malfoy. He was equally dressed extravagantly in a tuxedo, yet no matter how handsome he was or how many girls at school crushed on him, he simply could not compare to a certain someone in my eyes.

Perfect for Meidran to put on and hide any traces of him in this cabin. “To think that we wanted this fool,” Scarlet snorted when Meidran stepped out. Meidran was dressed in a long, teal-green gown, and over that was a black cloak. Long brown curls framed his face, bringing out a feminine side he did not have. And to make things more interesting, he had red lipstick on. Meidran's lips bent into a scowl that I wasn’t sure was going to be leaving anytime soon. The stubble on his cheek didn’t help with his appearance either, and his broad, hairy chest peeked through the tight gown. He looked absolutely perfect!

I look up as he enters the kitchen with a smirk on his handsome face, looking freshly showered and completely drool worthy in an immaculate fitted black suit and white dress shirt. “Drool worthy, huh?” Lucifer winks at me. “You look pretty good yourself.” I blush and roll my eyes. “I look like a hot mess.” Which was true. I hadn’t showered this morning yet. I sat in an oversized black Metallica concert t-shirt and pink cotton shorts. I did manage to throw my wild bed hair into a messy bun on top of my head. If I was going to spend the day potion making, there was no sense in taking a shower yet knowing that I may very well come out smelling like potion fumes.

He must have thought he had everything prepared, but I guess he missed out on the clothes. ‘Have this,’ Draco handed out a hanger which had a white designer top on it to me, standing up from where he sat earlier. Sheepishly, I collected it from him and returned to the bathroom to change after which I checked myself out in the mirror. Damn! The cloth was so big and it stopped just below my butt giving an entirely new feeling. First, it was insecurity as I wasn’t used to wearing such short clothes. I could not imagine myself wearing it in front of the Alpha, thus hesitated a while before going out.

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

one of the reasons we never were close was because- I looked in at him. Mal's dressed in a girl's cardigan, skinny jeans, a red band shirt from some band I don't know, converse, and his hair is long... pulled up in a man bun and black as night- his whole closet is nothing but dark colors. He had on dark circus clown make up- and all kinds of goth jewlery. Listen, I don't judge him... But we're completely different asthetics to be siblings. Is- is he wearing platform shoes? He is.

My jaw clenched. By the time I tried on the fifth dress, I was sweating, silently cursing everything from Draco’s stupid cheekbones to Larry’s stupid fingers. How did I get into this mess? Why couldn’t I be a normal girl with a boring boyfriend and a part-time job at a bookstore? “You’re staring again,” Draco drawled as I stepped out in a dark emerald gown. “That one... hmm. It says ‘deadly but still docile.’ I like it.” “I feel like I’m being packaged for auction,” I snapped and hoped he wouldn't pull a gun and shoot me.

Wraya very well knew there was much more reason for his master going to the market, but for this once he decided to keep his big mouth shut, and sneakily grab the peace of meat and fly away to Lord only knew where. Meanwhile Stefanos hurried to his room, pushing open the door to his closet and searching for his most best, yet casual attire. He hated to admit this, but he actually admired the way Draco dressed, fancy and yet casual. No one would really doubt that Draco was actually flaunting his richness by the way he dressed, but Stefanos knew better. I want to be like that too. So thinking, Stefanos mulled over all his article of clothing, excluding the robes he usually wore. He would go f