Thousands of years? No, I can wait for you, not just for thousands of years, but for an eternity, sustained by nothing more than the fragile hope that one day, you will return home.
As Captain Draco approached the military barracks, nestled not far from the Potters' mansion amidst the rolling countryside, the familiar landscape welcomed him with open arms. Newly appointed to his command, he took in the sight of soldiers training in the crisp morning air. Upon his arrival, the men paused in their drills, greeting him with warmth and respect, acknowledging their new captain with a sense of camaraderie.
Draco is feeling independent today as a result of not wearing uniform because it is his duty-off hour. He looks different today. Not like a captain, like an ordinary civilians. In a long navy overcoat with a newsboy cap makes him feels younger. Pure skin , neat blonde hair and especially his grey eyes looks so matching with his outfits.
"Good morning captain"
"Good morning Sam"
Draco greets back to show his respect on his subordinates.
"How was the party captain yesterday?"
Yon Thomasin, his ever-loyal batman, also a lieutenant, inquired why he hadn’t followed Draco to the party as he always did. The answer was simple yet profound—Draco, in a gesture of respect toward the Potters, chose to attend without his trusted aide. Bringing Yon, he felt, would be an unnecessary display, possibly implying a lack of trust, something he wished to avoid in such a delicate setting. Moreover, as soon as he got back his military barrack, he went straight to his accommodation to surrender to slumber.
"The party was fine"
"‘How about the wine?’ he asks.
‘The wines there were costly, but the wealthy Potters can easily afford such luxuries.’"
Since Yon became Draco's batman, Draco notices that Yon had always been keenly observant when it came to wines, his fascination with their subtleties ever apparent. Yon has told him once that their family bussiness is producting wines from organic stuffs like grapes and apples and their bussiness was running great but it becomes slowly decline.
"Yes, they did"
"What about the son?"
Draco feels as though Yon asks questions relentlessly, barely pausing for breath. Yet, Draco consistently views this behavior through a positive lens, recognizing the closeness he shares with his subordinate. To him, such engagement reflects loyalty and attentiveness—qualities he values deeply in their professional bond, and he considers it a mark of moral integrity to maintain this rapport. They both are heading to a camp.
Yon is physically well-built but his mental is unexpectedly gentle and soft. He is just about 20 but his dry lips and sharp jaws are making him mismatch with his current age. At least, dark eyes with thick eyebrow are attractive.
"Mr Harry Potter is a gentle and charming young man, Yon".
Draco answers, smirking and flashing back every Harry's movements he saw in his memories. Each sit down on thw opposite wooden in the camp under the huge shady tree.
"Given his wealth, education, and charming appearance, I have no doubt that every girl in the city would vie for his attention, wouldn’t you agree, sir?
Suddenly Draco's smirk faded and a strange feeling whuch could be named "frustration" dominate his soul, his eyebrows went up, chocking down the words he wants tosayastheyallaremeaningless.
"Yes, perhaps"
The day unfolded as it typically did, with Draco and his soldiers tending to their duties just as they always had. Today’s weather is a bit cooler than yesterday, with a noticeable wind, especially at night. The dark sky is remarkably clear, allowing the moon to shine brightly overhead.
Draco is watching the moon and thinking about his past, present and future alone, smoking Players the most well known cigarette during these years. The smoke from his cigarette drifted through the window, swirling in the air before fading into the darkness.
"Oh...yes Mr Malfoy. Nice to meet you. I'm Harry. Harry Potter"
A soft voice is ringing in his both ears. When he closes his eyes, a slightly blur images of a stranger man he has met only for once appears. His eyes under a round glasses, his unmanly lips and those messy hair, he could die now, these images are haunting him to swallow alive.At the same time, he realizes those aren't right feelings for a man to another man.
"Why?"
He whispers himself to solve this serious case. All day, all time he can't live without thinking about Potter son who he has met for once. Draco slowly open the drawer of his own wooden desk and takes out a leather covered diary book. As soon as, he opens the book and turn pages to pages, the scent of wood is covering the air. He breathes deep as he love that smell. When the written pages over, a white page appears. He took a ball pen and writes down something in his mind which aren't suitable to speak out.
"Why am I feeling those? Why he could attract me so bad? His eyes, I can't get them out of his mind or perhaps my heart. Is it reliable to have a feeling kind of these on another man?"
His personal sidearm Webley Mk VI revolver pistol is laying on the wooden desk in his serene chamber. His chamber looks dry and lonely so he is hopping someone to transforms his barracks due to the order of the government.
"Did he accpet the asters I sent?"
At the party night, Draco and Mr. James Potter found themselves engaged in a lengthy, heartfelt conversation. Their discussion meandered through various topics, touching on many aspects of Harry's life. At one point, Mr. Potter confided with a knowing smile that Harry had a particular fascination with the Astars, a passion so profound that it had driven Draco to send them. The twinkle in his eye as he spoke seemed to hint at a deeper meaning, one that only he could fully understand.
He blows a long sighs to reduce his stress and take up his pistol on the desk and wippes it with a tower he always carry in his pocket. The cool and miserable autumn breeze is coming through the window he is sitting by and makes his body trembles softly, stirred by the chill in the air.
The calendar on the way is moving with the wind. All the days past are circled with red marker as he was counting the days he is there, leaving home. Today marks the 300th day since he left home for his duty, and a profound longing for home wells up within him. His family, as affluent as the Potters, had expected him to take charge of their business as soon as he completed his education. Yet, drawn by the tales of valor and camaraderie he had read about soldiers, he chose the military path instead, seeking adventure and purpose beyond the comforts of wealth.
Things making his mine heavy become decrease when he lets his mind wander about others content. He realizes, they were just delusionsandoverthinkinginthemidnightofautumn.
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Perhaps, it's Yon Thomasin! ( Just alike.) YON THOMASIN is my factional character so I have no idea how specifically to describe him in words. And, I found this one. It suits the best in my opinion.
