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Draco wakes up slightly when he feels that he is alone in bed. His boyfriend isn't here. He didn't take much importance, he thought he would be in the bathroom, he’s sure he'll be back in a moment. He was about to go back to sleep when his mother knocked on the door.
“Draco, darling.” Narcissa poked her head after receiving a "Come in" from her son. “Dragon, he is cleaning the bathroom.”
Narcissa was leaning against the door, she had an expression of sadness, perhaps of concern.
"Who?" Draco asked, still a little sleepy, not knowing exactly who his mother was referring to.
“Harry.” She kept that same look of sadness. She knew that something was tormenting his son-in-law.
“Okay?” He didn't know what else to say, he was confused, he didn't understand why it was a problem to find Harry cleaning.
“Draco.” The blonde hesitated, she didn't know if it was really important to tell him, but she was worried about the boy, she had an idea of the reason for his actions. “He is cleaning all the bathrooms.” She finally let go, emphasizing the word "all".
Draco understood.
Harry wasn't cleaning just for the sake of it.
He immediately got out of bed, walked barefoot to the bathroom where his mother told him that the jet was, and there he found him.
He was on his knees, passing a damp cloth on the surface of the sink desperately, as if his life was going to go if he did it differently.
Draco looked at him for a few seconds, before being noticed.
“Hey.” He called softly, he didn't want him to be scared.
Harry turned quickly when he heard the voice of his blond. He couldn't stop a small smile from covering his face when he saw him.
“Hey.” He returned the greeting gently.
At no time did he leave his job of cleaning.
Draco advanced until he was in front of him, under the toilet lid and sat down, to be at Harry's height.
Draco wanted to be close to him to use the lowest possible tone of voice, and not scare the black haired man.
He took a little bit of air, before talking.
“Harry, love. Mom told me that you have been cleaning all the bathrooms in the mansion, can I know why?” He asked carefully, taking care that his words came out with the sweetest tone possible, he didn't want his little jet to think he was angry with him.
Harry was a little stunned by the question. He didn't understand, was there anything wrong with him doing it?
“I... clean. That's what I do.” He continued with his work, while his boyfriend only saw him carry his hand back and forth on the wet surface, now with a dry cloth. “At my uncle's house I did all the cleaning, the food...” He had short of breath, probably because of the tiredness of so much cleaning. “... i also took care of Aunt Petunia’s garden”
Draco only looked at him with sadness and anger, he hates those Muggles that Harry called uncles. He will never be able to understand how they were able to treat a child in that way, who was not to blame for the problems they had had in the past.
He gently stopped Harry's hand, who at no time had stopped passing the rag from one side to the other since he entered the bathroom.
“My lion, you don't have to do any of that here.”
He held his hands between his and left a fleeting kiss on them.
“But…” The lowest made a small grimace, looking somewhat dissatisfied. “Aunt Petunia said that's how you earn love. She said that this is the only way I could be worthy of their affection.”
Anger returned to his being with more force. He wanted to kill those Muggles.
“No, Hazz. You don't have to earn anything. I already love you with all my damn being.” He saw how small tears began to form in the beautiful eyes of his beloved. He would never get tired of admiring how beautiful they were. He would never get tired of admiring how beautiful his Harry was. “Love is not something you have to win, you just feel it and that's it, you don't need to do anything else.”
He drew the jet into his arms when he began to cry. He wants to let him know that he is there for him, and that he is not going to leave.
He let him cry until he couldn't do it anymore, he wanted him to take out everything he had repressing for so long.
Harry only clung to him until the tears couldn't come out. He cried in the arms of his beloved until he got dry.
When he calmed down, he separated enough to be able to see his favorite blond face to face. If he had to describe his boyfriend in a single word, it would be: perfect. Because Draco was perfect in Harry's eyes. And nothing and no one could ever change his mind.
Draco took advantage of the small moment of distraction of his lion, to dry his tears and steal a small kiss, which made him smile nervously on the contrary.
He loved Harry more than he could ever love himself.
At that moment he promised himself that, no matter what happens, he would always look for a way for his Harry to be happy.
So the rest of the day was dedicated to pampering the jet. He brought him his favorite flowers, took a broom ride, paid a quick visit to some of his friends, and watched movies on a Muggle device called television, which his lion taught him to use, until they fell asleep.
Draco, even after so long, couldn't believe how happy he was now with Harry by his side.
Because no matter what Harry does or doesn't do, he will always be worthy of his love. He will always burn with love for his little lion. He will always love him with even the slightest part of his heart.
Without Harry he couldn't be half as happy as he is now. Because he has bewitched him body and soul, and he loves him more than anyone in the world. And if someone dared to move his lion away from his side, they would pay a very high price.