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Draco was horrifically embarrassed.
He'd always struggled with bladder control but, after the war, it had started getting worse. Maybe it was because of the trauma or the physical exhaustion, but his small issue had blown up into full-blown urge incontinence. He'd have a hard time telling when he needed to go, and then it would strike him all at once. When this happened, he would then struggle to hold it.
It was an embarrassing thing for a grown man to deal with, and now his boyfriend knew. Not because he'd told Harry, no.
Because he'd had an accident.
Thankfully, it had been in the house and on tile, so it wasn't a public affair, nor was it hard to clean up, but it was enough for Draco to break down and tell Harry about his issue.
He'd anticipated judgment. He wouldn't have blamed Harry for leaving over this. Who wants to be with a man who pisses himself like a child?
But, no judgment came. Instead, Harry helped him clean up, reassured him that it was okay and that he wasn't judging him, and promised to help him manage the issue.
This was the most horrifically shameful thing in Draco's life, but Harry treated it like it was no different than his hair color.
How have I gotten so lucky?