My Promises To Captain Malfoy || DRARRY

Chapter 4

"I will take this strawberry cake ma'am"

"Good choice sir. It will cost 4 pence for a piece"

"I will take three pieces of it"

When the sell assistant lady is packing the strawberry cake Harry has ordered, Harry is looking around the bakery. The whole bakery is accompanied with a cafe. Ladies young or old are enjoying their meal there. Some laughing, talking but some being quiet.

Harry came to London with the purpose of buying books just to improve his knowledge even he finished his academic studies. He left home too early so he is feeling abit sleepy and tired. The train journey was not that long but boring. But the vibe in the countryside- where he is living and the city life is totally different. Harry feels like he returns to his old life immediately from being stable in his peaceful country. Lining to buy coffee in a bakery is what he used to do every morning abroad so this is not being to unfamiliar to him.

"Here is your order sir"

Sell assistant lady says, putting Harry's order onto the counter.

"12 pence sir"

Almost Harry takes out his dark brown wallet from the left pocket of his brown long coat, he notices someone behind him handing assistant lady 12 pence.

"Great to meet you Mr. Potter"

Harry turns around and meets a breathtaking face of a  man he has seen for once.

Draco Malfoy. He is standing confidently in his informal British military captain’s uniform, his khaki tunic unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a crisp shirt and loosely knotted tie. The worn epaulettes marked his rank, while his silver-blonde hair, slicked back with effortless precision, added a hint of aristocratic elegance. His tailored trousers were tucked into scuffed leather boots, and a revolver rested casually at his side. His sharp gray eyes, shaded by a tilted cap, reflected both a seasoned soldier and the weight of his inner battles. Even in this relaxed attire, Draco exudes quiet authority and strength.

"Great to meet you too captain"

When Harry spills the title of this person, the lady from the counter immediately gets eyes on Captain Draco Malfoy.

"Do you mind if I pay for you?"

Harry is feeling surprised as he doesn't anticipate to see him there. Moreover, he is paying for Harry.

"Yes, that's fine"

As soon as Draco gets permission from Harry. He put 3 coins pence on the counter.

"Where are you going Mr. Potter?"

Draco asks when Harry is heading to exit .

"Book shops perhaps"

Harry hasn't decided which book shop to go yet. But, it could probably be W. H. Smith & Son or maybe Folyes or perhaps other boom stores around Charing Cross Road.

"Can we go there together Mr. Potter?"

Draco asks as he is coming closer next to Harry. At the moment Harry realizes that they have a significant height difference.

"That's fine if you are free today captain"

Draco smirks as he realizes that Harry is such a honest and pure. They go down the city together, talking about their lives. The weather is breezing but they both are feeling warm. The platform they are walking on is covered with fallen orange leaves from serval trees. 

"So, you left home to join military?"

"Yes, let's say so. I'm not really keen on my family business"

"So do I. I just want to be a poet or maybe live a simple life, not inheriting family business"

Things between the become open up. They both shares feelings about families, business, acquaintances. But Harry doesn't realize that one side love from another person's side has been borned as long as they are together.

Charing Cross Road is busy with Pedestrians. Serval kinds of shops and stores or cinema are existing as the landmarks of Charing Cross Road. They both decide to look for his anticipation in Floyes which was founded in 1903.

Harry and Draco step into Floyes Bookstore, the door's bell chiming softly. The dimly lit shop smells of old paper and wood, with towering bookshelves packed with ancient tomes and worn paperbacks. A crackling fireplace casts a warm glow in one corner, and a stern wizard’s portrait watches them from above. The air is thick with dust and the quiet hum of whispered spells. Behind the counter, an old bookseller barely glances up, lost in his work. The shop feels timeless, a hidden world of secrets and stories waiting to be uncovered.

"This place is brilliant and isn't beautiful?"

Harry’s voice drops to a whisper, his eyes wide with fascination as he takes in the enchanting atmosphere of Floyes Bookstore. The flickering light and the scent of ancient parchment seem to captivate him, drawing him deeper into the quiet magic of the place. He can almost feel the weight of the centuries pressing in through the towering shelves.

"Yes, it is"

Draco, however, remains aloof, his gaze cold and distant. It’s not the bookstore’s charm that stirs him—it’s the subtle pull of Harry’s presence, the quiet intensity in his expression. He tries to suppress it, unwilling to admit the way his thoughts linger not on the books, but on the boy beside him.

"But not as beautiful as you"

Who will hear the real words Draco wants to say but chocks down beacause he isn't sure that they are right feelings for him and Harry.

After a while, Draco feels a strange sense of loneliness creeping in. Between him and Harry, the towering bookshelves seem to spread like silent barriers, pushing them further apart. Harry moves through the aisles eagerly, searching for his favorite books with an almost wild determination, completely absorbed in the task.

On the other side, Draco lingers, stealing glances through gaps in the shelves. He watches as Harry’s face lights up when he finds something of interest, the excitement making him more alive, more radiant than Draco’s ever seen. There’s a beauty in the way Harry moves, in the quiet joy he finds in these moments, and Draco can’t help but feel a pull, watching from the shadows as Harry loses himself in what he loves.

"Oh captain, I'm so sorry"

Draco feels suprises as Harry notices him watching and apologises immediately.

"What's the reason Mr. Potter"

Draco slowly walks to Harry and looks into his eyes under round glasses.

"Even though you're here with me, I realize I’ve been so caught up that I haven’t been paying attention to you as much as I should."

"That isn't a matter, dear. I'm not feeling uncomfortable now. I love being with you so maybe we should hang out again Mr. Potter"

Draco comforts him with a warm smile as he actually love being with him. This person is so pure and such an innocent.

Dearest Darling, that is why I fall for you.

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