Malfoy Quotes Novels & Stories

How are you going to answer that? Draco never looked away from Daemon but his voice remained calm. "You're wasting time." "So that's a yes?" Daemon teased. "Daemon." His tone sharpened by a fraction. "Review the security footage." Daemon shook his head and said, "I'm in the middle of a conversation." "No." A pause. "You were." Another, "Now you're following orders." Daemon groaned loudly enough for everyone to hear. "You've become impossible." "I've always been impossible." Draco admitted back.

"Draco do you miss your sister? Cause I don't, she was a horrible disgusting cunt and her death brings me happiness every day. I have zero regrets that I left her to die, in fact given the opportunity I'd push her off that cliff again to save my Anna." As I say those last words I begin to laugh, laugh at how much of a failure I am but become resolved to not fail Elle. I laugh at how ridiculous Draco is and I laugh knowing I may never get out of here. It's a strange peace that comes over me. Draco pulls a knife out of the side of his pocket

I asked Draco glancing over all his pending school assignments. “You see with each passing day I become older and wiser, that’s why I save all my schoolwork for the last hour” Really? I couldn't believe he just said that. “Get it. Get it. A smarter version of me does the work.” And he was even trying to explain this, all the while laughing at his joke. God, he was such a joker! What was that Lucifer had said ‘We Agostis are dangerous. Stay away’ I mimicked Lucifer in my head while looking at Draco. And this so-called ‘dangerous person’, who was still rolling in the aisles at his so-called joke.

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.

However, it couldn't kill the bitterness in my mouth. "I'm not rebuking you, father, but Melody deserves a second chance. Don't you think?" Malfoy's voice became mellow. "It wasn't her fault in the first place." "Exactly." Malcolm added. "It's the fault of that bastard who took advantage of her." "I will not rest until I have killed him for putting her through all this," Malfoy swore. I didn't know what to feel. As much as I resented the man who put me through all this pain, I just couldn't hate him.

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

Emily replied, her voice strained. Emma sensed the pretence, knowing that there was more to the story. Determined to uncover the truth, she turned to Drago, hoping for a different answer. But to her dismay, Drago echoed Emily's words, denying any underlying issue. Feeling the urgency to bring clarity to the situation, Luna Malfoy, their astute grandmother, intervened. She reminded them of her unique ability to delve into their minds if they refused to communicate openly. "Oh grandchildren! Do you remember that I'm having the ability to read each mind right here, no matter how well you hide what's on your mind, I will still dive right in." She bloated in with a knowing assurance smile, earnin

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

Don Carlo shushed him. He went quiet, but I could still feel that stupid grin on his face. “I honestly don't care enough to form an opinion. You are the Dons. It's your job to figure it out.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Look at him. Always acting so cool,” Draco burst out laughing. “Maybe you should learn something from him and stop acting like an imbecile. Think you can do that?” Madam shot at him. “Oh please. Just say you want to ride his cock, and that's why you always take his side,” he retorted insultingly.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"