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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
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Author's Notes: Happy Holidays everyone! Good news is that there are only a few more chapters to go. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I rewrote the ending. When I started the story I wrote out a detailed summary of what is going to happen. However, as I wrote this chapter, I realised a few things about the kind of man my Harry was. Maybe he doesn't seem all that cannon sometimes, but we do have to take into account that it's 15 years after the War, and he's the father of three children. Above all, he's a good father, and when I rewrote the ending, I was thinking like he would.

I am planning on writing the end before the new year.

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

Now, time to thank my lovely beta. Faye did this chapter alone. She was very sweet about it, and didn't make a lot of corrections. She always encourages me when I have my bouts of self-doubt.

Read and review guys! Love reviews. Who doesn't?

Chapter 16: Being With Draco

Harry fought down his nervousness and attempted to concentrate on the gorgeous body under him. Draco was pale as moonlight, white creamy skin glistening in the candlelight. He was mostly hairless, whether naturally so or artificially, Harry couldn't tell. He was looking at Harry with an eager smile on his face, eyes shining with anticipation.

Harry swallowed, and lay down on top of the blond to kiss him. He felt the other man's erection through the confines of his boxer shorts, and a flash of desire to touch it and lick it shot through him. He kissed along the long, elegant neck, nipping in places, but trying not to leave a mark. Draco appeared to be very sensitive there as he was keening already. He tasted like vanilla and strawberry, which was just perfect. Harry teased the flat nipples with his tongue, filing away for later that his partner liked that as well. He was in no rush, he wanted his first time exploring a male body to be thorough. As he mapped out every little scar on the beautiful torso, he took note of when the other's breath hitched, when it didn't. He also tried not to dwell on the slightly raised scars he knew were the remains of his Sectumsempra.

Finally, he reached the waistband of the boxer shorts and pulled it down. Draco's erection sprang forth, and he sat back on his heels to gaze at it. He had never thoroughly examined another man's cock before. Of course, he had seen others in the communal showers, but he always tried not to look too closely. It was a darker pink than the rest of him. Already erect, it was a bit smaller than his and thinner. The tip curved slightly upwards. The blond curls around the base were obviously clipped and stylised, but not taken completely off. It looked beautiful to him, just like the rest of the man. He felt the saliva pool in his mouth, and he bent down to give the tip an experimental lick. Draco moaned what could have been his name, but he was too focused on the member before him. The taste was slightly rubbery and salty, but not overpoweringly so. Harry got comfortable, lying on his belly and keeping himself up on his elbows. He bent his head again and remembered how he liked it. He swirled his tongue around the head, then slowly went down, to suck the shaft into his mouth. When he couldn't take anymore, he flattened his tongue against the underside, and went back up, only keeping the tip in his mouth. He kept repeating the procedure until he worked out a rhythm, that wasn't too slow or fast. When he didn't have to concentrate on keeping his teeth away, he started to play with Draco's balls, rolling them in his hand. The sounds the other man gave proved that he liked that as well, and turned Harry on incredibly.

He moved his right hand lower to find Draco's anus. He felt a bit weird about putting his finger in there, but he supposed soon enough another part of his anatomy would also be inside the man. As his fingertip encountered the opening, he circled it, partly to tease, partly to actually find the entrance, as he was keeping his eye on the beautiful face above him. Draco's eyes were closed, his head periodically turned from side to side, he moaned, keened, and sighed. Harry couldn't believe the variety of voices he was making. As he inserted a finger into its destination, he saw the blond jerk and let out an even louder moan. Harry almost forgot to pull out his finger, he was so transfixed by what the man was doing. Then he noticed that he needed to lubricate his finger, as it was dry down there. He should have realised that before, but it was just one of those things that was so different from a woman's body. So he put his middle finger into his mouth to spread his saliva over it, and put it back in. He returned to sucking the gorgeous cock before him, and timed his finger to synchronise with the movements of his mouth.

"Faster," Draco breathed out.

Harry complied and increased the speed of his movements. Draco under him was trying to hold back, he knew, but he still made little jerks to either have Harry take more of him into his mouth, or put more of his finger into his arse. When the moans changed into Harry's name in a breathless and repeated fashion, he knew the man was close, and wasn't surprised when, his mouth was flooded with his seed, and the tight ring of muscles clenched around his finger. He tried to swallow, but it was so much, he choked, and ended up coughing it up onto the bed in an effort not to suffocate.

He looked down at Draco. His hair was a tangled mess, his skin was a rosy hue all over, and his breathing was still uneven. Still, he wore a happy and satisfied smile. When his eyes opened, he grinned wider at Harry, and held his arms out for him. Harry laid on top of him, kissing sloppily.

"That was incredible," Draco spoke up.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, grinning. "Brilliant."

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it."

Harry blushed. It was very obvious that he had enjoyed it, as his erection pressed into the flaccid member of the pale man.

"Want me to take care of that?" the exhausted blond asked.

"You don't have to."

"Believe me, I can't do more than pull you off at the moment." He reached down and took the darker cock into his hand.

Harry moaned, and closing his eyes, let him enjoy the moment. It didn't take much, and his cum joined the pool that was gathering between them from their activities.

"I'm exhausted."

"Me too. Let's shower together, Harry. Meanwhile, the house-elves can change the sheets."

Harry blushed at the house-elves knowing what they had been up to.

"Maybe we could just pull them off?" Harry suggested.

"All right," Draco complied.

They made quick work of pulling down the soiled bed sheet, and left it in a pile on the floor.

After a quick shower, where they managed to only kiss, Harry fell asleep with Draco Malfoy in his arms. He had never slept so peacefully.

* * *

As Harry was waking up, he wasn't really aware of where he was, or what day it was. His mind still groggy with sleep, only registered that he was in a very comfortable bed, and he was hugging someone in his sleep. He opened his eyes, and he saw the top of a white blond head. His chin was buried in the soft strands, the body of his companion moulded against his front. As he moved slightly, his soft cock brushed against the backside of the person, and as he groaned, he heard an accompanying sound from the man in his arms.

"Morning, Harry."

"Morning, Draco." He grinned to himself, as the memories from the previous night returned.

Draco turned his head around and gave him a soft kiss.

"What are your plans for today?" Draco asked.

"What day is it?"

"Monday."

Harry groaned.

"Shouldn't we go to work?"

"There is no Wizengamot meeting this week, remember? That was why you picked last Saturday to go to Thailand. No courts either. Do you want to get the divorce on the way? There may be no courts, but we can still get the ball rolling."

"Yes. I'll have to go talk to Hermione's solicitor."

"I'm sure that once we prove that Ginny cheated on you, everything will be all right. She hadn't been exactly a model mother either. Also, there's the whole affair with the potion."

"I'm just not so sure I want to bring up the cheating, or the potion."

"Harry..."

"It's not like I'm faithful."

"That's different. Or you regret last night." Harry could hear the start of a sulk in his voice.

"No." He kissed a pale shoulder. "Never. I'm just...not sure if I can do that to the children. She's still their mother. The divorce will surely be in the papers, and what I do will reflect on them as well."

"A mother who hardly even looked at them. A mother who would only take them away from you to hurt you. Harry, please, for their sake, don't protect her," he pleaded.

"I'm protecting them, not her. The wrongs she had done could be a stigma on them, too."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Maybe I could pay her off, just like you would your wife."

"Harry." The blond sighed in frustration and got up. He headed to the bathroom. He turned back, halfway through the door. "We discussed this yesterday. You were on board. Perhaps, you're still clinging to that potion-induced complacency you had been under all these years."

Harry sighed too and sat up. The morning had started out so well, and now it had all gone pear-shaped. Last night he just went with what he wanted, damn the consequences. However, in the morning, they reared their ugly heads.

The Thai boy had been right. He really was gay. What they had done aroused and excited him more than anything he had ever done sexually before. He wanted Draco. He really had always wanted Draco. And he was mucking it all up. However, he was afraid of what the future had in store for his children. A messy divorce would be bad for them, too. In spite of everything, they loved their mum. He buried his head in his hands and groaned. He had woken up, but his life had become so much more complicated.

"Harry."

He hadn't heard the bathroom door open. Draco went to sit down next to him, and took his hands in his to force the other man to look at him.

"It's going to be all right, Harry." He hugged him, and the physical contact made Harry feel safe. "I'm going to be by your side all the way. I know it's going to be hard. Things are going to get messy, and the press is going to have a field day. However, you have to go through this. For your sake and for the children. In a year, this will all be behind us, and all we'll have to concentrate on is making the wizarding world a better place, and bringing our children up."

Harry raised his head, and gently kissed Draco. It didn't turn passionate, just a sweet and comforting kiss.

The two men got dressed, and went down to breakfast together. In the breakfast room, Hermione was just waking up with the help of some coffee. Lucius was in his dressing gown, reading The Prophet and munching on some toast. Narcissa was cutting into her eggs. The four children were behaving themselves, and trying not to shovel their cereals into their mouths. Harry looked around, observing the domestic scene before him. Perhaps, for a long time, all his mornings would look like that.

"Good morning, everyone," they both greeted and sat down, next to each other.

Hermione looked up, and narrowed her eyes. She was obviously suspecting something. Harry tried not to blush at what she was probably thinking.

"Everyone, I have an announcement to make," Harry began. "We're not returning to our house. We discussed it with Draco, and for a while, all four of us are going to live in the Manor."

Harry was a bit afraid of what his children would say to that, but the exclamations of joy put his mind at rest. The older Malfoys were smiling as well, and Hermione wore a wide grin.

"I already had Dinky bring all of our things here."

"That's why I found everything in my room this morning!" James spoke up. "We're still going to school though, right?"

"Of course. Do you have everything ready?"

Albus and Lily nodded, but James quickly spooned a few more mouthfuls of his breakfast in, and left the table.

"Why does Al have to go to school?" Scorpius moaned. "He could study at home with me. He's bored there anyway."

"It does him good to be with other children," Harry answered.

"But he hates it."

"Al, do you really hate school?"

Albus blushed, but nodded.

"It's so boring, Dad. All the other children are so behind. Then they tease me for being smart, and the teacher bugs me for not paying attention. I don't like any of it." He hung his head.

"Draco, what do you think? Could Al join Scorpius?"

"I don't see why not. I'll probably have to discuss it with the tutor, but I'm sure he can handle two such well-behaved boys," he said, pointedly, making the warning to behave clear.

"All right, we'll give it a try."

Both boys cheered.

"I like going to school," Lily spoke up, tired of being ignored. Everyone chuckled a bit at that.

After breakfast all the children got sorted out. Draco spoke to the tutor, and Harry got the other two to their respective schools. Upon returning, he was instructed to join Hermione and Draco in the office. He knew that it was time to tell her that she had been under the influence of a potion.

On the way there, he thought about telling Hermione about his budding relationship, but he wasn't sure. It was a big revelation about himself, and he wanted to declare it from the rooftops. However, he wasn't all that sure just what sort of relationship he now had with Draco. Was it friends with benefits? Boyfriends? They just didn't get around to discussing it yet. In the end, he decided to see what Draco would do. If he didn't say anything, then Harry wanted to discuss things in the evening.

When he arrived, instead of taking up his customary position beside Hermione, he sat down next to Draco.

"Are we going to call the solicitor now?" Hermione began.

"No, not yet," Draco said. "We made an interesting discovery last night. Before we tell you about it, please tell us how you got married to Weasley."

"Oh, let me think now." Hermione paused, gathering her thoughts "It was some time ago. We really got together after he returned and saved Harry during that year. We were together during the supplementary year at school and it was all going well. I was thinking about what sort of an apprenticeship I should apply for. I had my eye on a healer, or perhaps some sort of a research position. It was at that time that Ron started pushing me about marrying straight out of school. I loved him, of course, but wasn't so sure about that. We had been through so much, but we were still so young. Rationally, it didn't seem wise. I also thought of living on my own for a while. I was so dependent on the Weasleys. If I got a job, I didn't have to move to the Burrow after school."

"What changed?" Harry asked. He didn't remember Hermione ever talking to him about apprenticeships.

"Well, for a while, I humoured Ron. I accepted his proposal, but told him that I wanted a long engagement. He could visit me at my apartment, and we wouldn't have to put up with all the ruckus at the Burrow."

Harry saw Draco make a face at what Hermione was referring to. It was a bit childish, and he had to stifle a laugh.

"I sent out my letters to some available positions. However, I didn't get anything back until we left school, so I had to go to the Burrow." At that point Hermione frowned. Harry recognised the sign of her memories becoming vague, just like his have. "I know I got back answers, but by then I was caught up in organising the wedding with Mrs Weasley. Then we got married a few weeks before you did, Harry. I got busy with helping Mrs Weasley around the house. She kept telling me that to be a good wife I had to learn this and that, and I was so eager to please. It's like I forgot all about my earlier plans. Why did I do that?" her face was puzzled.

"We know why." Harry felt it was his place to tell her about what had really happened. "You were being dosed with a potion."

"A potion?" Hermione was startled.

"Yes, a complacency potion. It made you want to go along with what you're told. It was in the fruit juice, same as with me," Harry revealed.

Hermione turned white, then red, then white again, obviously unable to decide whether to be sad, or angry.

"He was doing it to me! But how? He was pants at Potions."

"Ginny wasn't so good at it either."

"I have an idea," Draco spoke up. "The potion that they must have used is an old recipe, mostly used by Light Families. You were both introduced to the potion at the Burrow. Therefore, someone there must have given the potion to you. My money would be on the older Weasleys."

"Why would they do this to us?" Hermione wondered out loud.

"Their children wanted you. Probably promised grandchildren. The Potter fortune must have come in handy too."

"I did help them to renovate the Burrow," Harry recalled. "It only seemed right, since we lived in that new house."

Draco nodded.

"Can we use that in the divorces?"

"I'm not sure if I want to," Harry confessed.

"Why?" Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"We both have children, Hermione. If this gets out, how will they react? On the one hand the press will tear everything apart. On the other hand, maybe they'll think we never wanted them..." Harry was surprised by what he said, but as soon as it came out, he realised that it's what was underneath the surface of his thoughts.

"Oh Harry, I'm sure they won't. We love them, no matter how they came to being." Hermione tried to reassure him. "What if we keep the whole thing as a last resort?"

"Okay."

"Now can we call the solicitor?" Draco spoke up.

The Gryffindors agreed and soon they were discussing Harry's divorce.

* * *

The rest of the day was spent with the children, and with some swimming. Before he started to spend time in the pool room of Malfoy Manor, Harry hardly ever spent time in the water, but he realised that he really loved it. He was a bit clumsy when it came to the actual strokes, and Draco along with Hermione helped him to become better at them. Sometimes though, his clumsiness could be attributed to the fact that Draco in his tiny swim shorts was a very enticing sight. If Hermione had not been in the water with them, they would have had to lock the doors.

After dinner, the children retreated to finish their homeworks and play among themselves, or in Lily's case, to go to sleep. The boys had a house-elf keeping an eye on them, who was also instructed to get them to bed in a few hours.

Hermione also retreated to her room to read. That left Harry and Draco to return to Draco's rooms. Harry was a bit nervous about the discussion that he wanted to have, but he was also looking forward to it. As the door closed behind them, however, Draco slammed him against the door and snogged the breath out of him. When he came up for air, both were a bit dazed.

"I wanted to do that all day," he smirked.

"Draco, we need to talk about this."

The blond sighed, and sat down on one of the sofas. Harry wondered where to sit, but decided to sit in front of him, to avoid getting caught up in something physical.

"Okay, Harry, talk."

"I just... wanted to clear up what this is between us."

"What do you think it is?" Draco was on the defensive, and Harry didn't like it.

"I don't know, Draco. The only real relationship I've ever been in was with Ginny, and apparently, for the most part, that wasn't real either. Not to mention, you're a man!"

"I know I'm a man." He smiled.

"You know what I mean. Two days ago I didn't even know I liked men. Now I want nothing but to tear your clothes off."

"Well, you can do that."

"Draco. I just want you to be honest once."

"You want honesty? I want that too. What was last night to you? Just an experiment?" Draco's smile vanished, and the steel of his eyes bore into Harry.

"No. I'm not that kind of a man. I like you, Draco. A lot. My attraction to you had been growing these past months, I just refused to acknowledge it. Now that I have, I want to be with you. I want to give this a shot."

"A proper relationship?"

"Yes."

"All right, but not before you get a divorce. It could be a hindrance to getting what you want."

"So we wait?"

"Well, we wait to let the public know. Behind closed doors, that's a different story." He got up, and slightly swinging his hips, approached Harry. He leaned back to appreciate the view, and Draco climbed into his lap, straddling him on both sides. Harry put his arms around him, and their lips soon met in a kiss. It became heated right away, and Draco started to move his hips against Harry's crotch. Harry broke his lips away to moan.

"We'd better take this to the bedroom. I don't want to come in my pants."

"Okay." Draco got up a bit reluctantly, and with some difficulty, they both headed to the bedroom.

"Draco, what about Hermione and your parents?"

"My parents already know, and Hermione probably suspects, so we can let them know officially tomorrow."

"She suspects?"

"Harry, we came down together, you sat next to me all the time, and she couldn't have missed the way you were ogling me in the pool."

Harry blushed at how obvious he had been.

"What can I do? Those shorts should be illegal."

"If you like my arse so much, I'm sure I can show you a couple of ways to show your appreciation."

Harry groaned, and hurried his steps.

* * *

The following day after breakfast Harry, Draco and Hermione went into one of the smaller drawing rooms, and she was told about their relationship. She was very happy for them, and confirmed their suspicion that she had seen the signs the day before. Afterwards, she retreated to the library to leave the men alone until the children arrive. They wasted no time in returning to what was quickly becoming their rooms.

They were lounging in bed a few hours later, too tired to do anything but bask in the afterglow, when there was a knock on a window. Draco couldn't be bothered to get up, so it was left to Harry to drag his naked self out of bed to let in the owl. He immediately recognised it as Teddy's. He felt a bit guilty, since he should have written a letter to his godson after declaring himself for the Dark side, but he was a bit afraid as to how the boy would handle it.

Teddy has been in France, attending a year at Beauxbatons. It was part of a scholarship program that the schools have set up after the war to introduce magical students to different parts of the magical world. Teddy studied well, and his scores had qualified him for the program. He didn't write often. As a teen, he was usually more occupied with chasing after girls, than writing to his ‘old' godfather. He had even spent Christmas there, and Andromeda traveled to France to be with him.

Harry's fingers shook a little as he opened the letter.

Goddad,

I suppose you must be very busy now, being a big politician and everything, since you haven't written to me. Or maybe you're afraid of what I think? I get The Prophet too, you know. I saw that the Weasleys are not very happy with you right now. I know that if you jeopardised your whole relationship with them, then you must have had a really good reason to do so. It must have had something to do with Hermione's divorce? I'm not so sure as to what is going on, so please, clear it up for me. I don't know anything about wizarding politics. Just know this. No matter what, you're my Goddad, and I love you. I will never abandon you.

Teddy

Harry grinned as he read the letter. He had been afraid as to what Teddy would say. He spent so much time playing with the Weasleys as a child, Harry feared that he would see them more as a family than him. Without even bothering to put on clothes, he went to the desk in the small drawing room to compose a long letter.

"Harry? What is it?" Draco asked. He reluctantly got up, and followed the oblivious Harry to the other room. He read the letter that was placed on the desk, patted the unruly dark curls of his lover, and went in search of a robe.

Harry looked up to savour the sight of Draco's naked behind.

"Get some lunch!" he called out.

"Not your house-elf, Harry!" came the reply from the bedroom.

"Then get a house-elf to get some lunch! I'm hungry!" Harry said, chuckling.

Once the letter was finished, Harry returned to the bedroom. Draco had prepared quite a picnic on the bed, and he sat down to have a naked lunch. Harry noticed how quiet Draco was.

"What is it?"

"Oh, just wondering what we're going to do with this week. You were planning on having a vacation filled with exploring a naked body. So, I was thinking, why don't we have that vacation together?"

Harry chewed his food, contemplating the proposal.

"Why do you want to go on a vacation?"

"Well, it's obviously pretty hard on you keeping what's happening between us a secret from the children. If we went away together, then you could just focus on the relationship, make sure this is what you want, and get comfortable in it. There is no better way to find out if you want to be with someone than to see them in a foreign environment," Draco explained.

"It does sound like a good idea," Harry agreed. "Where would we go?"

"Adrian has a house in Rome we could borrow."

"Wouldn't he be... you know... jealous? I mean, you and him were..."

"It wasn't serious. He'll probably be a bit disappointed that I'm off the market now, but he'll get over it."

Harry grinned at that. A part of him was so happy that the gorgeous man just wanted to be with him.

"Well, if you're sure..."

"Of course I am. I wouldn't have brought it up otherwise. I'll write him a letter after lunch. Have you ever been to Rome?"

"No. I've only been to Paris for my honeymoon, and now Thailand," Harry confessed.

"We'll have to rectify that. After everything settles down, we could take the kids to a couple of places as well over the summer."

Harry was excited that Draco was planning family vacations together as well. Perhaps it was a bit fast-paced, but once he opened himself up to the blond, he just wanted to be with him every moment of the day. As if it was what he had been waiting for all this time, and the feeling appeared to be returned. He locked eyes with the man before him, and all he saw was happiness.
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