My Promises To Captain Malfoy || DRARRY

Chapter 5

"Father"

Harry, upon returning from London, made his way directly to his father’s home library, a place that had become a sanctuary of sorts for Mr. James Potter. Harry is carrying a plate of delicious strawberry cake which are meant for his father in his hands.

The room was filled with the scent of old books, their spines worn from years of handling, and the warm light from the tall windows cast a golden glow on the rich mahogany shelves. It was here that his father spent nearly all his days, immersed in the quiet solitude of reading and managing the family business of farm fruits exports. It was a peculiar legacy, but one that bound the family together through the sweet scent of ripe fruit and the steady rhythm of work. Harry, still carrying the bustle of the city on his shoulders, found a strange comfort in the sight of his father, seated at his desk, pouring over his books and ledgers, as if the outside world could never intrude on this peaceful retreat.

"Hello Harry, when did you get home?"

"Just now, father"

"Well, did you get your favourite books there?"

"Yes, and I met him ,too?"

"Who?"

Mr. James Potter, sensing a familiar presence, slowly closed the leather-bound book in his hands and lifted his gaze from the pages. His sharp, thoughtful eyes softened as they met Harry’s, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. For a moment, the quiet rustling of paper and the scent of old books lingered in the air between them. He set his reading glasses aside, his hands pausing over the worn surface of the desk.

"Captain Malfoy, father"

"Oh, that's unexpected. What was the purpose?"

"He said that there was a Military Affairs he has to attend. And father, there is for you"

Harry says with a warm smile, putting a beautiful plate gilded with gold with a piece of strawberry cake on it.

"Thank you, Harry"

"Actually, Captain paid for it"

Mr. James Potter smiled, a slow and knowing nod following his soft, "I see." His words lingered in the air, neither inviting further conversation nor offering any deeper insight. The quiet between them grew, and Harry, sensing the familiar rhythm of these interactions, felt the weight of the stillness pressing in—a touch of boredom creeping in at the edges.

"Well then, Ill let you get back to it,"

Harry said politely, his tone light but distant. He offered his father a brief, respectful nod, then turned toward the door. The soft creak of the floorboards under his feet was the only sound as he left the library, stepping back into the world beyond, leaving his father to his books and ledgers once more.

"Harry"

As Harry stepped out of the library, closing the door softly behind him, he glanced up and saw Hermione standing at the top of the grand staircase. Her posture was casual, but her eyes betrayed the curiosity she couldn’t quite hide. She looked like she'd been lingering, perhaps listening to the exchange between him and his father.

"What are you doing here?"

"Honestly, I am ear dropping because I thought you are telling"

"Telling? No, I am not going to do that, break my promise to you"

Hermione sighs as finally she gets relief from her concern.

"Thank you for recognizing him"

Harry nods his head. Harry actually doesn't mind it. He feels like it's right time for his twin sister to have a lover. On the other hand, he feels upset because it is his BEST FRIEND.

"I don't mean I recognize him. I just not telling anyone about that, Mione"

"Oh, that's fine but don't be mad at Ronald"

"I won't. And, I haven't seen him since after the party"

"He is busy. As you know, he is working on his family business from his mother's side since his father retired and they are anticipating to start their own one"

Harry feels impressed with Ron's action on his life. Ron's father was a clerk of the ministry of the government but after his retirement, despite the strain on his family's livelihood, Harry marveled at Ron's quiet resilience, the way he bore the weight of their struggles with a strength that seemed effortless. It wasn’t just that Ron coped—it was how, in the midst of it all, he could still find room for laughter, for loyalty, for hope. To Harry, it was nothing short of remarkable—a quiet strength woven into every small, selfless act, a testament to the grace with which Ron embraced his lot in life.

"And wher's my strawberry cake?"

Hermione cut out this serious conversation with a cheerful smiles on her pink lips. Harry feels like she is looking obviously gorgeous in light pink dress Retrio Tie Neck Tea Dress with her long, dark, wavy hair cascading down her back and gently brushing her shoulders, she moved with a quiet grace that seemed to capture the soft glow of the fading light.

"Take yourself from the dinning room, on a plate with a slanted glass"

Hermione thankes Harry with a warm smile before turning to lead the way to the dining room, leaving him standing at the bottom of the grand staircase of the Potters' mansion. From where he is standing, Harry could see straight through the open doorway to the mansion's gate in the distance. The crisp autumn breeze sweep in, cool and refreshing, brushing against his skin and sending a subtle shiver through him as he lingered in the moment.

Harry suddenly remember the poem he hasn't finish yet but he is feeling a but bored to restart it right now. So, he decides to head the front yard, sitting on a bench on the light green grass under the shady maple tree.

The fallen maple leaves blanket the grass in vibrant shades of red and gold. As Harry steps onto them, a soft crunching sound echoed beneath his feet, the dry leaves breaking under his weight, adding a quiet rhythm to the stillness of the autumn air.

Harry sighs. The loyal workers of their mansion are going up and down the mansion, some of them are in the front yard near Harry, replacing the flower pots, carefully tending to the garden as they swapped out the old ones with fresh blooms.

"What will he be doing at this time?"

Harry thinks. His minds flew to a man he spent time with, yesterday. He personally accompanied Harry to the train station upon his return, ensuring that he was safely on his way. When Harry leaves London this was even evening so He arrived Brockenhurst after being on a not-too long train journey.

"I'll return to Brockenhurst in two days, Mr. Potter"

He said with a nod, his voice filled with a sense of determination from the train window after Harry took a seat on train before the train left.

Harry is feeling confused right now or maybe the day before. He can't get Captain Malfoy out of his mind. Everything he thought are always accompanied with that person- Draco Malfoy. When he closes his eyes he flashbacks the movement of this gentleman in uniform and his attractive platinum blonde hair.

"Why am I feeling that way"

He asks his soul but doesn't get a specific answer back.

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