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Things Fall Apart, But Then You Build Again	By : zeldaofarel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: Now this folks, is a big one. You have all been waiting for it. :D Harry does a bit of traveling and I have posted pictures on my Facebook page that I used as reference. I'm also posting a link to the hotel I mentioned. It's a real place, I did a lot of research to be accurate, so please check it out.

I've just started chapter 16. Last week I've been busy with one of my passions; food, so I didn't get to write. I'm not all that sure what I want to put into it yet, I'm going to go back to my notes. I don't write detailed ones, I like to go with the flow. I'm also going to be busy next week, as I'm turning 30. Ugh. Birthday wishes can be written onto my page. :D Anyway, I already have the corrections to chapter 15, so I'll probably post it next weekend. I'm not sure after that. I'll try to finish chapter 16, to get it to my betas, but I'll be spending some time at a Spa hotel for my birthday.

Still looking for likes to Zelda of Arel and Drarry Shippers on Facebook. Adults only!

Now, time to thank my lovely betas. Faye really loved this chapter, though she liked the next one more. Icicle, my harshest critic. Again, those blasted comas!

Read and review guys! Love reviews. Who doesn't? By the way, anyone living at Harry's destination? I would be curious as to how good my research was.

Chapter 14: Taking a Trip

The ballroom in Malfoy Manor was full of Dark Wizards. It wasn't anything new to the residents of the house, but Harry felt rather uncomfortable in his dark green robes. He felt like the lone Gryffindor in a sea of Slytherins. They were all celebrating the passing of the bill. It had been a long time since they managed to make a law. Many went to chat with Harry and congratulate him. He blushed under the attention and ran a shaky hand through his hair. To gain some courage and not look like the complete novice that he was, he often grabbed a glass of champagne from the passing trays. The waiters were surprisingly human, surprisingly enough, something he wondered about.

"Having fun, Harry?" Hermione stepped next to him. He jumped at the sound of her voice so near her.

"Yes. You know how much I love large parties," Harry said sarcastically.

The witch just smiled at him and took another sip from her flute. Harry drained his and exchanged the empty glass for a full one.

"Human waiters," he remarked.

"Yes. It would be highly inconvenient to take glasses from trays that are scurrying about your ankles."

Harry was startled at her remark. He would have expected her to say something along the lines of how the house-elves could take a break.

Hermione noticed his expression and smirked.

"I'm learning. These past months I have had the opportunity to see the world through their eyes." She motioned to the crowd around them. "They look after themselves and their families first. It's different, but I realised that while most of them are Slytherins, they are not bad people. Unlike their reputation."

"I realised that too. Did you talk to your solicitor?"

"Yes. He's conversing with Draco now. He is going to start working based on the new law tomorrow. Now we can proceed to the divorce court. He's very hopeful that I'll get Rose and Hugo and even some money. Lucius said that I can bring them here and live in the Manor until I get myself sorted." Hermione sighed.

"It's not going to be easy to start all over again."

"No. I'm going to train to become a healer," Hermione said with a smile. "It'll take some time and I'll have to rely on the Malfoys for a bit longer, but they make me feel at home. At first I thought I was imposing, but they seem to enjoy having more people in the house."

"It is a large place," Harry admitted.

"There used to be a lot more Malfoys. They have a tapestry room just like the Blacks but in a better condition. I studied it a bit and had Lucius tell me about the family history. He doesn't have a lot to do, so we talk sometimes. It's strange how many mutual interests we have." Her voice trailed off and Harry wondered about how strange that statement would have sounded a year before. "He's great at story-telling. He explained that there were times when 20 or even more people would live in the Manor. I think he sometimes wishes the family were that big again."

"He's getting his wish." Harry downed another glass.

"Aren't you having a bit too much?"

"I'm fine. The kids are sleeping here anyways ... way. I'd better sit down a bit." Harry swayed towards an exit.

"Do you need help, Harry?"

"No, I'll be fine."

He cast a couple of strong Warming Charms on himself and went outside in his robes as he was. He thought that perhaps a bit of fresh air would help clear his head of the alcohol. He had drunk a bit too much champagne.

He found himself in a sculptured garden lit by strategically placed torches. There were various paths leading around rose bushes and other flower beds that were empty at that time of the year. In the centre stood a large fountain, warm water cascading down in a cloud of steam. Stone benches surrounded it, and Harry decided to take a seat. However, as he approached, he noticed a lone figure already occupying one of the benches. His white blond hair gleamed in the faint torchlight and Harry recognised him as Draco.

"Come, sit down Harry!" the other man motioned for him to join him and Harry took him up on his offer. "Had a bit too much? Me too," Draco said as Harry nodded.

"Big day."

"Yes, big day."

"Thanks for having the children over."

"Don't be silly. Where would you put them? A couple of other families are staying here too. Tomorrow it'll be like one big family picnic. It'll be fun, you'll see."

"Ginny's in Thailand."

"I know. Have you come to a decision yet?"

"Yes. Today. As I was standing there, looking at the couples. I'm going to go to Thailand, spend some time with my wife. A second honeymoon. Try to fix things. To find the woman I married. She's my wife, dammit!" Harry swore uncharacteristically. It startled Draco.

"That she is."

"Can the children stay here while I'm away?"

"Sure. We love having them."

"I can hear it in your voice that you don't like my plan. What do you think I should do?"

"Your marriage." Draco evaded the answer.

"I know. I want your opinion," Harry raised his voice, the alcohol boosting his Gryffindor brashness.

"Fine. I think you should divorce her. I never knew why you married her in the first place. She's a groupie. She married Harry Potter, war hero, boy-who-bloody-lived, celebrity. Not you. Not Harry, the man who is smart, sometimes shy, would walk through fire for his friends and for the right thing. Not the green-eyed boy with messy hair and scruffy trainers." Draco was equally made bolder by the alcohol.

"I don't have scruffy trainers."

"You did at Madam Malkin's. You had clothes that were too big for you and old, awful glasses, hair that hadn't been cut properly ever." He paused for a moment, looking pensive. "I'll never forget that day."

Harry got the feeling Draco was going to say something else, but he left it at that.

"I remember you well, too.... I'd better go and sleep this off." Harry got up, wondering which way his room was.

"Ary!" Draco called and a young female elf appeared. "Lead Mr Potter to his room, please," he commanded.

Harry nodded his thanks, the movement rattling his head enough to produce a bout of dizziness. As he gathered himself and started to walk away, he could feel grey eyes following him.

* * *

The International Floo was a difficult ride. It wasn't exactly like a regular Flo, but rather like the carts at Gringotts. Harry had to sit in a seat-like contraption and have a spell cast on him that would guide him to his chosen destination. It started from an office that was situated on a side street off of Diagon Alley. Harry seriously loathed that mode of transportation and would have rather flown. However, the thought of sitting on a plane for about seventeen hours put him off.

He arrived to the Floo office in Patong, Thailand. The room where his seat jumped out of the Floo, after about half an hour of dizzying ride, was hot but not very humid. Coming from the cold winter it was a shock to his system, even though he had prepared by dressing in tropical clothing. He just had a loose shirt, shorts, and sandals on. His luggage was in his pocket, the big trunk shrunk down as much as he could manage.

When the arms of the chair opened, he fell forwards, his head still swimming from the combination of the trip and temperature change. He sprawled out on a light-green tiled floor and lost all of his remaining breakfast. At that moment, he sincerely wished he hadn't eaten those eggs. Just as he was done, someone Vanished his puddle with an amused chuckle. He looked up from his position on the floor to find a short, middle-aged, and dark-skinned Thai wizard standing near him with a big grin. Harry frowned and slowly gathered himself up. He supposed it was a regular occurrence that guests arrived in such a state.

Once he was vertical again, he extended a hand towards his welcoming committee and introduced himself. The man took his hand and gave his name as Suchart Samarn.

"I'm looking for the Banthai Beach Resort & Spa," Harry read out from a piece of paper that he fished out of his pocket.

"Not far, Mr Potter, not far. Go down on street right one corner, go down street on left, walk and there hotel," Mr Samarn explained in heavily accented but somewhat understandable English.

"Thank you," Harry said, and left, hearing 'phohb gaan my khraap' called out behind him. He assumed it was Thai for 'goodbye'.

Harry stepped out the door and found himself on a busy wide street. Cars and bicycles of all shapes and sizes were hurrying about. All around there were restaurants, massage parlours, and small hotels trying to attract tourists with colourful signs. He tried to remember what the man had said. He went down one street to his right, then turned left and started walking on that street. He was glad that there was a sidewalk as the cars zooming past him were going fast and honking a lot. It did hurt his ears as such sounds rarely reached the wizarding world. He was quickly tiring, the walk making him hotter than it actually was, and he was sweating a lot. He cursed himself for not thinking to pack a bottle of water. He had been walking for some time when it occurred to him that perhaps he had gone the wrong way, or the hotel wasn't as near as he thought. He saw a small food-stand on a corner and tried to get directions, but the man just wanted to sell him the food. His stomach still churned at the thought of eating and he hurried off, a little bit green. He kept on walking, hoping to spot the building as he had seen it on a picture Ginny had taken on her previous trip. Still, no luck.

The air started to change a bit around him. He could feel a sea breeze on his face and smell the water, hear the sound of gentle waves as the traffic lessened around him. Harry got excited at seeing the water and found himself hastening towards it with renewed energy. He finally reached the beach. It was full of people. They were on lounges and under umbrellas, in the water, parachuting over the water. It was a multitude of people and all around him he could hear people speaking in the dialects of British English. The white sand was emitting heat and the sea was azure. He itched to feel both between his toes, but he didn't want to get sandy and wet before he could change into his swimming trunks. He decided to ask one of the other tourists about the hotel, and after a bit of asking around, he finally managed to get reliable instructions from a woman who actually stayed at Banthai herself. She tried to chat him up afterwards, but he quickly mentioned his wife and left.

After a few minutes walk, he did actually reach his destination and arrived to the hotel. It was actually a collection of several buildings near the beach. He walked inside and found himself in a large lobby. The reception was located all the way in the back with many pretty Thai women standing behind the long desk. He walked there and introduced himself, and then inquired about his wife.

"Your wife is not in her room at the moment," he was informed. "Did you call ahead?"

"No, I meant it as a surprise."

"She's probably on the beach."

"Can I change in the room, please?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I cannot let you in the room without your wife being present."

Harry understood the security measure. Still, he wanted to change and leave his trunk there. After that, he planned to look for her on the beach and maybe get into the water while he was doing that.

"Is there a toilet?" he asked, trying not to be embarrassed about the question.

"Yes, down that corridor." She pointed.

"Could I leave something here for her after that? Just something small."

"I can put it in an envelope and then into her cubicle, if that is all right."

"Yes, that'll be good." Harry was glad that he didn't have to pay attention to his trunk soon.

He went into the toilet and enlarged his trunk with a wandless spell. His first order of business was to brush his teeth as he could still taste bile in his mouth. Next, he changed into his swimming trunks and flip-flops, and then applied some tanning potion onto his skin. Afterwards, he got out some money and put it into a small waterproof bag that had some nasty Thief Repellent Charms on it. With his wand, he shrunk his trunk again and darkened his glasses into sunglasses. He then put the wand into the bag as well and was ready to hit the beach.

After he left the small box that was his trunk at the reception, he went out to the sea again. The first thing he did was to kick off his flip-flops and let his feet sink into the warm sand. However, that didn't prove to be such a good idea as it burned him a little, so he quickly put them back on. Next, he put his bag down on the ground and walked into the sea to let the waves envelope him. He even swam a few strokes. Grinning from ear to ear, he decided to start looking for Ginny. After all, it would have been even better to enjoy these delights with her. He first examined the hair of the people in the water near him. The good thing about marrying a redhead, he thought, was that she was easy to spot. However, he had to get out of the water as he couldn't see her there. Wet and shivering a little at the breeze, he took his bag and began to walk around the beach. He did see some redheads but none proved to be Ginny.

He hoped he could find her soon, but after a few hours the sun had begun to set and people seemed to be heading back to their hotels. He didn't hurry back though. As the sky turned orange and red, painting the sea with similar colours, he sat down on an abandoned lounge-chair and just stared at the magnificent scenery before him. He was alone. He wanted to have a warm person beside him, to hold and enjoy the brilliance with. Letting a sigh escape his lips, he tore his gaze away and spotted a blond head a few chairs down, also watching the sunset. For a second, he thought it was Draco and felt a rush of delight spread out in him, but as the man turned, his face was all wrong, chiseled and entirely too masculine. Harry shook himself, and stood up.

He hoped that Ginny would return and made his way back to the Banthai hotel. There he inquired after his wife again, but apparently she had not returned. Harry was getting really hungry by then and the receptionist recommended the hotel restaurant, The Port. She told him that if his wife turned up she could send someone to get him there. It was a good plan and he soon sat down on one of the brown chairs. It was right off the beach and he could still enjoy the last moments of the daylight from there. The place was quickly filling up and he was glad that he arrived early. He ordered off the menu and was soon enjoying a nice fruit cocktail as he waited for his food. He ate all of an assortment of local seafood and even had some dessert accompanied by another cocktail, but his wife still hadn't returned to her room. He went back to the reception.

"Perhaps she went to party straight away," the woman said and he had to agree with her. He didn't know it from his wife's accounts, but apparently Patong was party central.

He asked for his trunk and changed in the bathroom once more. The receptionist seemed puzzled at his changed attire when he returned but didn't comment on it. He dressed casually, as he assumed that most people didn't dress up for the nightlife around there. He got a map of the city that highlighted some of the hotspots and left the hotel again.

For half the night, he wondered about. He had never been in such a place like Patong. Skimpily-dressed men, women, and some people he was startled to find were somewhere in between, propositioned him at almost every corner, or called him into a club. He did go into some of the clubs, looking for Ginny, but she wasn't in any of them. It was past midnight when Harry was beginning to get really tired. The gaiety around him annoyed him more than cheered him up. He was getting frustrated, but went into just one more club.

Like in most of them, the place was packed. Almost naked bodies gyrated to loud techno music, neon lights flashed, illuminating them and revealing that some of them were making out, or practically having sex standing up. Harry was amazed by what he was seeing. His wife loved Patong as she went there a lot. He couldn't understand it as he didn't imagine her loving the party atmosphere, which the city seemed to be all about.

He walked to the bar, trying to find Ginny. A skinny Thai boy slinked next to him. His slim but muscular body gleamed gold from all the glitter. He wasn't wearing much, just some shorts and a smile. He leaned against the bar and got Harry's attention.

"Hello, handsome." He fluttered his painted eyelashes in a coy manner. Harry supposed that it wasn't the best come-on, but if someone was as pretty as that boy, he probably didn't need much.

"Sorry, I'm looking for my wife." Harry tried to get rid of him.

"I can be your wife," he said, in heavily accented English. "I can be anything you want, mister. Don't need much money, very cheap, for a handsome man like you."

"Sorry, not gay."

"Of course not. I'm not either." He moved in closer, pushing the side of his body against Harry. He felt very warm and inviting. Harry felt the urge to swallow and the heat rise in his own body. The boy was blatant. Harry was not a rock and for a moment he was transported back to that night at the ball, hearing Adrian talk about what he would like to do to Draco. Harry shook his head and stepped away from the persistent boy.

"I'm sorry," he said, and practically ran out the door.

He really needed to find Ginny.

He searched for another hour when he decided to get off the streets and try his luck in another club. It was the same as every other before it with loud music and neon lights, but this one seemed to take debauchery to a new level. It had booths that people could separate from the rest of the world by drawing curtains around them. However, these were white and Harry could see the silhouettes of the people inside. He got a bit hot as he realised they were all having sex. In some of these partitions he could make out more than two people. He had only ever been with Ginny and he found himself wondering for a moment about what a threesome or moresome would be like. He shook his head. The place was getting to him. He was just about to tear his gaze from a booth where he could count about five people engaged in enjoying each other, when one of the people stopped and started to leave. As the curtain was drawn back, he came face to face with none other than his wife. She spotted him right away too and they stood staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Her tone was accusatory.

"I could ask you the same thing," he managed to get out as a sort of reply.

"None of your business," she retorted.

"None of my business?!" Harry could feel his anger rising like never before. "I could see you through that curtain, Ginny! You were having sex with Merlin knows how many people! Sex! Is this what you have been coming for?!"

"Yes, if you want to know! That awkward fumbling that you call sex and lasts a grand total of about five minutes is not good enough!"

"You never said a thing!"

"What should I have told you? That Dean could make me come more in ten minutes than you could through all the years of our marriage? That you're a terrible lover? Well, I guess I told you now."

"Ginny, we could have tried to work it out, to make it better." Harry felt his world crumbling around him.

"Ha! You know why I never did? I didn't care. It didn't matter. It didn't matter that you kiss like a dog, slobbering all over me, or that you have no idea how to touch me. All that mattered was that it was you. Harry Potter, rich, famous and going somewhere. I got over my crush on you by the time I was fourteen. However, I wasn't going to let a great catch like you get away. So I endured it. I suffered through it. I bore you children and then I was free. I went out into the world to finally enjoy my life away from you and those brats!"

"I'm going to divorce you," Harry told her.

"Go ahead. Thanks to that little law you and blondie passed, I can have the children, your money, the house, everything. You can slobber all over the bookworm now. What Ron saw in her is beyond me."

Harry felt like he stood under a cold shower. His law-it backfired on him. A month before he could have just thrown the lying bitch on the streets. Now he was facing a court battle that would probably make all the major publication in Wizarding UK. He turned on his heel and ran out. He didn't stop. He ran down the brightly lit streets, music and the sound of people having fun a cacophony of sounds in his head. He was crying, his vision blurry, bumping into people, but he just ran until he could run no more. He stopped, leaning down and breathing heavily. It was over. His marriage was all over and if he couldn't convince a judge that he should raise his children, then they were gone too. His whole life just broke apart in front of him.

He looked around and had no idea where he was. He needed to get back to the Floo, but he wasn't even sure if it was open so late at night.

"It's the handsome mister!" came a voice from beside him and he had to look down to see the boy from the club. Apparently, he hadn't found another handsome mister so far.

"Yes. Could you help me? I need to find this place." He pulled out the paper on which he had scribbled the name of the hotel, as on the other side he had jotted down the address of the Floo office.

"It's far, mister. My room is near." The boy suggested.

"I'm really not interested in that, but if you take me here, I'll give you money."

"Ten dollars."

"All right." Harry was glad that he had suspected that in some foreign countries the American money would be more appreciated than their local one.

"Follow me, mister," the boy said, his smile brightening.

He lead him to the correct house, for which Harry was glad. He half expected to end up in a dark alley and having to ward off a robbery attempt.

"Here we are," the boy announced. "You sure not come to my room?" He wasn't giving up.

"I'm sure."

"You find wife?"

"Yes." His voice was sad.

"Not good?"

"No. She was..."

"Ah, people come to have sex. She come to have sex but not with you. You come have sex with me."

"You are very nice, but I'm really not gay," Harry insisted.

The boy shook his head.

"I know. I always know. Maybe you not know and why you have problem with wife. Come with me and I show you."

"I..." Harry, to his own amazement found himself considering the offer. The boy was really pretty, but as he thought about it, another boy came to mind, who had grown into a beautiful, blond man. "Really, no."

"Alright." He looked disappointed.

Harry got ten dollars out of his small bag and he gave it to the boy. They said goodbye and he entered the Floo office. He was glad to see that it was still open.

A witch was yawning behind a desk as far away from the fire as the small room allowed.

"Good evening. Can I travel to London, UK now?" Harry asked.

The Thai witch looked up. She was very young and pretty. Harry wondered if there were any ugly Thai people, or they hid them somewhere.

"Harry Potter?" she asked, pronouncing his name in a strange way.

"Yes. I'm scheduled a week from now, but I'd really like to leave now."

"Of course, Mr Potter. Just sign here." She gave him a blank sheet of paper.

"Sign what?"

"Autograph?"

"Of course." Harry signed with great practise as he had given his autograph for many people before. He used another way to sign his name on official papers to distinguish the two.

Afterwards, he was strapped into a seat that the girl levitated out of an adjoining room. She performed the spell and soon he was whizzing through the International Floo Network towards home. As he sprawled out the floor of the office in the UK and dry vomited, he was glad to be home. All he could think about was having a good cry on Draco's shoulder.
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