#creature draco

Draco Malfoy is the type of person who is always pretending, always grasping at the importance he feels he's supposed to have but also knows he doesn't, and I think fics that make him literally pretending to be something he's not work really well.

So as it should be other houses would learned very quickly that hurting one of the lower year Slytherins are a serious health hazzard (for them) and need to be avoided like the plague if they didn't want a pissed of pureblood or worse... a floff with anger issues and very sharp talons and instant combustion abilities out for their blood.

For @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Second Date CW: Veela Draco Draco was perched on the edge of his seat, his fingers tapping against the surface of the table, his delicate talons clicking against the wood. He reached over, pressing his hand against Draco's, steadying it. "It'll be alright." Draco glanced up at him and gave a firm nod. His wings were hidden beneath a cloak, which made him look rather lumpy. Although, he thought it was sort of cute. "You really don't have to wear that thing, you know." "Of course, I do. I'm not going to take the waitress out with my wings again." Draco was pouting now, his soft, pink lips turned outward. He had to stifle a laugh, as he remembered how Draco had shot his wings out in surprise and slammed them right into the waitress, as she had been bringing their lunch. Food had sprayed everywhere, and the poor waitress had looked absolutely dazed. It had been his fault really, he'd told Draco that he was cute, and he knew how fluttery his wings got when he was given compliments. Still, he hadn't expected such a violent reaction. Draco had been mortified and tried to flee, so Harry had to chase him down and tell him that it was okay. It had just been an accident, and he wasn't going to leave him over something as silly as an accident. He tightened his grip on Draco's hand, enjoying how smooth and soft his skin was. "You won't. I know you won't. You've gotten much better at controlling them." Draco gave a slight nod, seeming rather pleased with the praise, as his lips twitched into the outline of a smile. "Yes. I have." "Will you take the cloak off then?" There was a long moment's pause, before Draco reached over his shoulder and opened the clasp that held his cloak on. It dropped away, revealing his glossy, white wings. They shimmered in the pale sunlight, reflecting the rays from outside. Harry smiled. "You know I love your wings." Draco's pink cheeks deepened, turning something closer to red. "They are wonderful, aren't they?"

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He stays low, knife slicing through tendons in the back of the legs, sending Draco's captors toppling where he can incapacitate them further with his magic; angry and howling for retribution. He's aware of the buyers fleeing the warehouse, but when all the lowlifes are down, their blood splattered across the sand, he knows Draco is safe; the secret he had shared with Harry alone was safe, and he was never, ever going to risk that again.

So I have been bitten (hehehe) by the manip bug. May be a bit obsessed. Just a little *searched for three days for perfect bite marks to add obsessed.

The War is over, Voldemort defeated, and everyone settling into their post-War lives, with Hermione taking up a position at the Ministry. Yet, when she comes across Draco's name in the confidential register of creatures, she leaves everything behind to go off on a search for him… (Submission to the 2016 HP Creatures Halloween Fest)

Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf retelling.