Malfoy Outfit Novels & Stories

"Don't worry Kylie, and congratulations on your win." "Thank you." I beamed before hastily running to the shower. Twenty minutes later I stepped out of the shower and got dressed into a lace wide scoop neck shirt which hugged my body with three quarter length sleeves, a simple white cropped short sleeved blouse, a pair of smoky patterned harem pants which hid the cast and a pair of ankle boots. I waved my damp hair as I stepped into the main common room. I noticed that the Moroi boys were dressed in casual but more party like clothes and I could only guess that they'd gone shopping. I blinked in surprise at the outfits that the four of them wore. All four were wearing almost the same thing;

I said. Our food arrived, we ate in silence then headed up to our room for the night, I jumped into the shower and got into a pair of comfortable PJs, which is my Harry Potter set the bottom is the marauder’s map with a maroon singlet with the Harry Potter logo on it with the marauder’s map in silver behind it, dad’s face lights up with pride when I walked out of the bathroom.

The fate of his kind depended on it. Draco took a deep breath, the pain in his head still nagging at him as he stood up from the Jacuzzi. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his closet to don his war clothes. The black leather armor, decorated with silver studs, hung on a rack beside the door. He slid the shirt on first, feeling the leather creak as it molded to his body. Then he reached for the pants, the material thick and heavy, and strapped on his boots.

Draco seized my phone when I regained consciousness. On this very day, I was dressed up by a renowned fashion designer who had brought my wedding gown all the way from Turkey. Draco invited her and even chose the color and design of the gown, a magenta coloured gown with a fish tail design at the back and an off shoulder style. He got a Spanish pair of suits for his son.

TIA POV After Meadow officially ruined the relaxation of my shower, I quickly dressed in the black and green combat clothing I found in the back of her closet. I completely forgot about it; I bought it online for a Halloween customer last year for school. It was human military gear, and I purchased the entire authentic setup.

Wonderful. I shut the door slowly, resisting the urge to hiss through the crack like an offended cat. Dressing felt like donning armor. White blouse, silver and black tartan skirt, black boots, and the silver chain that once belonged to my mother. It may or may not have been enchanted to strangle anyone who touched it uninvited. She never confirmed. The ambiguity gave it personality. When I emerged, Loralie clapped her hands. “You look amazing! So elegant. Like a gothic fairytale!”

She’s clearly showing off skills. “Who was it, Dievery?” “Someone who can give enough tactics.” “Why do I feel it was someone I wouldn’t trust.” “There was no other choice, Malfoy.” I paused and waited for them to finish arguing. Edith, talking to a man without a shirt on. I couldn’t help but stare at his burning pack of abs, not that it’s too tempting sexy damn but because it was dripping blood from his gashed wound. “Coming from you?” he chuckled sarcastically. I saw Edith move her brow darted her eyes towards me, giving a signal to pace forth.

DPOV My royal dresser eased me into an ornate, pure-white jacket adorned with numerous, silver buttons that vertically ran down my torso. Black fur lined its collar and hems, while metallic patterns swirled in between. Black trousers covered my legs, tucked into equally dark, knee-length boots decorated with lighter swirls. My brown hair fell around my face, lightly brushing my shoulders, as a lavish headpiece stood a foot tall atop my skull.

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

I say breathlessly. I stand to get dressed because now I'm running late, but it was worth it. I put on a dress that’s white with light pink flowers. I leave my hair down and put on my usual makeup. Malachi comes out of his closet in a grey suit and he looks so good in it. It makes me want to get naked all over again.