Title: Passionate Perfection...Or Why There Is Beauty In Narcissism
Author: Lady B
Pair: Harry/Draco (established)
Word Count: 386 words...WHOOHOO! I'm so proud of myself.
Summary: Draco's daily ritual as seen through the eyes of Harry.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author note: hpfanfic10x10 prompt #344: neat
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Harry Potter was sprawled across the bed, watching his lover of fifteen years, Draco Malfoy, as he went through his three-hour daily ritual of getting ready for work.
First there was his thirty-minute shower in which he washed, scrubbed, scorched, scratched and ex foliated every inch of his pale skin with at least ten different gels, washes, creams and lotions.
Then came the thirty-minute hair washing session, which he scrubbed, rubbed, combed and twisted his hair with another five items.
In fact, one wall in their bathroom was solely dedicated to Draco's hair care, skin care, nail care and foot care products.
And if that wasn't enough, then came the twenty-minute hair styling session in which he poured all manner of gunk into his hair so that it stayed tight to his head, looking very severe. It was what Draco called his "I'm a Malfoy so take me seriously!" hair. Harry preferred his hair free and loose from all the stuff Draco did to it. He liked running his fingers through it, describing it as expensively woven silk at one point.
Another twenty minutes to rub various lotions into his feet, hands, elbows, knees and even the areas between his toes.
Another thirty minutes trimming and buffing and smoothing fingernails, toenails and cuticles.
And then, and only when he was set to his satisfaction, Draco began his fifty-minute ritual of selecting the correct suit for the day. Every little item had to have it's place on his body, socks, undergarments, pants, dress shirt, jacket, tie, cuff links, shoes, wristwatch, and finally his robes.
He'd long ago given up asking Harry's opinions on his attire. Harry didn't care much for material things.
Then he would check himself in the full length mirror that graced one side of their wardrobe door and pronounce himself ready.
Then he would turn to look at Harry, love shining in his blue-gray eyes, and Harry would always come to the realization that Draco was who he was and didn't want him to change for any reason.
Draco had his quirks, but he loved Harry and vice-versa, mind, body and soul.
And as Draco kissed him passionately before leaving for the day, Harry knew that feeling of being whole and complete was all that mattered.