My Promises To Captain Malfoy || DRARRY

Chapter 6

The train finally pulled into Draco's destination, its steady rhythm having done little to ease the tension that knotted his chest. Boredom had been his companion for much of the journey, but beneath it simmered an unbearable restlessness, driven by the thought of the one he longed to see. His love.

Throughout the trip, Draco's eyes had drifted over countless faces-young, old, radiant with beauty-but none stirred anything within him. A quiet shame crept over him for his indifference, but it was overshadowed by his singular obsession. His mind was consumed by thoughts of one person, and one person only: the eldest son of the Potter mansion, whose every movement was delicate and composed, stirring emotions far deeper than he dared admit.

Captain Draco steps off the train, his boots clicking against the platform as the faint London fog curls around the edges of the station. The day's military business weighs heavily on him, but his sharp eyes soon find his batman, standing beside a gleaming black Austin 20, its engine idling softly.

The batman steps forward, saluting.

"Captain Draco, sir. Ready for your return."

Draco acknowledges him with a curt nod.

"Thank you, Thomasin. All in order back at the barracks?"

"As always, sir. The men await your command," Yon replies, moving swiftly to open the car door.

Draco slides into the leather seat with a sigh, letting the faint scent of oil and polished wood settle his nerves.

"I trust the journey back will be uneventful?"

Thomasin smiles faintly as he takes the driver's seat.

"A quiet drive, sir. Nothing but London fog and cobblestones tonight."

"Good,"

Draco murmurs, his gaze drifting out to the shadowed streets as the Austin pulls away from the station. The rhythmic hum of the engine fills the silence for a moment before he speaks again.

"I assume there's been no further developments while I was away?"

"None worth noting, sir. The men remain disciplined. Your orders have been followed to the letter."

Draco leans back, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

"Excellent. Carry on, Thomasin."

With a quick glance in the rearview mirror, Yon gives a nod.

"As you wish, Captain."

The car glides smoothly through the fog-covered streets, the sounds of the city fading into the background as they head towards the barracks. Draco's thoughts shift from the business of the day to the quiet reprieve of home. For now, all is in order.

In Draco's black luggage, there is a special gift for a special person. He spent much money on this sliver necklace but he does feel it's a worthwhile occupation.

Draco wandered into one of the most prestigious jewellers in London, known for its exquisite craftsmanship and timeless designs. The shop's walls were lined with glittering treasures, but one piece in particular caught Draco's eye-a stunning silver necklace, delicately crafted and set with crystal. The necklace's chain shimmered like moonlight, slender and elegant, with intricate silver filigree work, while the pendant featured a smooth, flawless crystal, gleaming with an ethereal glow.

It was a gift for Harry Potter, something meaningful and enduring. The craftsmanship spoke of an old-world charm, carrying with it a sense of quiet luxury. Every time Draco looked at it, he imagined Harry wearing it, the silver complementing his complexion and the crystal catching the light in his eyes.

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"Sir, Captain is here"

"What?"

Certainly! Here's a more refined version:

Both of Harry's parents had departed for an evening dinner with prominent business figures from the area, leaving him and Hermione alone in the grand estate, accompanied only by their loyal servants. As Harry sat in quiet contemplation, he couldn’t help but wonder why Draco had sought him out tonight. It was usually his father or sister whom Draco came to visit. Yet, here he was—unexpected, intriguing, and perhaps with intentions yet unknown.

"Ok I'm comming"

As Harry descends the stairs, a soft, golden light from the living room wraps around him like a comforting embrace. With each step closer, the gentle notes of a beautiful melody drift from the phonograph, filling the air with warmth and nostalgia.

In the living room, Draco sits on a classic style brown sofa, waiting patiently for Harry. The air is filled with the rich, expensive fragrance of his cologne, lingering in the atmosphere like an unspoken invitation. As soon as Draco senses Harry’s presence entering his space, he rises gracefully, meeting him with a welcoming gaze.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter"

"Good evening captain. My worker told me that you are anticipating to see me."

"That's true, I'm hopping so since I got back to the barrack"

"But, why?"

Harry takes a place in the opposite side of Draco currently seat. The sofa gives off a feeling of softness. And the music, the time, the weather, everything is making their meet up alive.

"Actually, I purchased something as a present"

Draco continues with a soft smile.

"For my father?"

"No, actually it's meant to you Mr. Potter"

Draco pulls a small red velvet necklace box from his jacket pocket and slowly opens it, revealing its contents to Harry. As the box opens, the brilliance of the item inside catches the warm light of the living room, causing it to shimmer and sparkle even more vividly. It was a stunning silver necklace, delicately crafted and set with blue crystal. The necklace's chain shimmered like moonlight and elegant, with intricate silver filigree work.

"That's very kind of you but, would you mind if I don't take it?"

Harry asks, surprise etched on his crystal-clear face. He feels a twinge of unease at the thought of taking something from someone like Draco, though he can't quite understand why. Is Draco deliberately making these gestures to remind Harry that he is the one who will marry Harry's sister?

"What is it for?"

Harry asks, curiosity mingling with confusion.

"Just take it as a present from me to you Mr. Potter."

"But, that should be my sister"

“Your sister, Mr. Potter? We hardly know each other. Why would I do something like that?”

Draco replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. Draco’s words leave Harry momentarily speechless. His assumptions had been completely misguided. He had even felt a twinge of sympathy for Draco, believing that Hermione was in love with someone who wasn't him. But now, those thoughts lingered as mere illusions, fantasies that would never materialize.

"Please Mr. Potter, recognize my present"

When Draco's sliver eyes meet Harry's green eyes, the moving world has stopped immediately, the blowing winds, the flowing water even all around them has stopped and quiet.

"Thank you for your present captain, I recognize it."

"Thank you Mr. Potter"

Draco feels warmth in his heart when he sees his love smiling at him and recognized his first present. Draco chockes down some more of the words he wanted to say Harry but they aren't suitable for now situation or, as Draco takes a moment to ensure that everything around him is rooted in love and not just fleeting emotions.

"Thank you my darling"

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