Scorpius Malfoy Harry Potter Novels & Stories

And not long after, a small bell at the end of the door rang, revealing a pale-skinned young man who immediately smiled faintly at the shop assistant who had also previously greeted Calistha. "You will definitely visit her again, what do you want Malfoy?" Calistha immediately straightened her body warily while staring intently at the man. From head to toe, Calistha felt that Malfoy didn't look suspicious at all. The man looked like an ordinary youth around his mid-twenties with pale skin that gave off a mysterious aura. Calistha silently continued to observe the movements of Malfoy who was currently pulling a chair, not far from where she was sitting. But when she was busy observing a Malfoy

His skin was too pale for anyone's liking. I suddenly found myself thinking about Draco Malfoy, Ursula and Jack from Frozen. He wasn't like any of them but he really looked like some Ice prince who came out of a cartoon. It's only a moment later that I realized I was gawking at him while he too was staring back at me. I also felt many pairs of eyes on us from both sides of the corridor. “How dare you talk to me like that? It was you who bumped into me,” he said in a low voice, through gritted teeth. “Pick it up,” he said, pointing at the items lying on the floor.

I would never do that. My parents are the least of the people I would want to ask for help for anything. “That is why I said you are an asshole. You see the reason. She is right! We need help. It's not like you can kill Draco by yourself” that was the first time Cupid was saying that name. The name that was feared most in this part of our world. It holds as much venom as than the black mamba. “What did you just say?” I asked Cupid. He was about to say something but the voice of my mate beat him to it

Mortus shook his head. “I will not be be mated to a murderer, a cowered who hides, chooses a mate out of desperation, and not wait to find the other half to his soul!” Scorpia screamed. Her wings fluttered, flying closer to Mortus’ face, nose to nose with his evil. “I am not saint like Princess Sadie of the Moon Kingdom. I do not forgive so easily,” she whispered in his ear. “I Scorpia, a warrior of King Orion’s royal army, reject you former Duke Mortus of Vamparia. May Hades not have mercy upon your cursed soul.”

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

The male in his hands was already all shades of scarlet. "My lord, I swear it. I'll never do such again, my lord. I won't touch my lady again...please..." "No. I'm going to crush your arms so you'll learn a bitter lesson," Draco growled, flinging the male over the wooden table. He landed with a groan, his wide eyes turned to Draco. He swallowed thickly when he saw the lord's eyes changing color. Draco was losing his control. His beast was rearing to the surface, desiring to tear into

It didn't make sense, in fact, at this moment nothing made sense at all. However, a chill ran down my spine and goosebumps rose on my skin as a figure stepped out from behind Draco. Taller, with longer but darker blonde hair and the same eyes Draco had, except his was colder. “Marius….” ‘Marius? M.. Marius Vasilev!’ Why would he come here? Draco groaned as he wiped the blood that flowed out of his bandage to his temple. “That hurt…what the hell was that for?!” he asked, his tone hoarse and laced with pain.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Moses, 17, and the others joined forces to attack the remaining two scorpions! Lord Ludo hid on one side and watched from a distance. Philip’s sword attack cut off the spiked tail of one of the giant scorpions in one strike! Dark green fluid oozed from the tail and dripped to the ground! Fennel’s red dragon halberd also pierced through the head of one scorpion and came out from its abdomen with a large pool of dark green fluid! Moses, 17, and the others quickly got rid of the other two too!

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.