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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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Chapter List
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Author's Notes: As you can see from the title, Harry and Draco go to Rome. I've spent a week there myself in 2011. The house they are staying in does exist. I've put up a picture of it on my Zelda of Arel Facebook page, so you can check it out. I've also put up some pictures of the works of art I mention here, and the Trastevere, which I mention. Though I was there in September.

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Chapter 17: Roman Vacation

Harry and Draco didn't use magical transportation to reach Rome. They used a Muggle aeroplane, to Harry's surprise. Draco told him to leave all the organising to him, so when he was presented with an aeroplane ticket, and asked if he had a passport, he was gobsmacked. Luckily, he did own a passport.

The next day Draco moved through Heathrow with ease, guiding them straight to the check-in. Once inside the duty-free area, they still had an hour before their flight. They checked out the many stores, and ate some Muggle food at Gordon Ramsay Plane Food. Harry had no idea that they served such food at airports. He always supposed it was more McDonalds than fine dining, even though they were only eating breakfast. Harry had a bracing glass of whisky there, in spite of the early hour. He had never flown on a plane before, and he needed the Dutch courage.

"Draco, how come you know your way around the airport so well?" he asked, as they waited for their call to board.

"We always used Muggle transportation to go abroad. Father never liked having his movements monitored."

"Oh." Lucius Malfoy strapped into a seat on a Muggle aeroplane. He just couldn't imagine it.

Harry was amazed at just how naturally Draco fit in. While other wizards often wore ridiculous clothes in the Muggle world, Draco had on a pair of simple dark blue jeans with a white T-shirt and a leather jacket. Harry found it very hard not to stare at Draco's behind in those sinfully tight trousers. Why he insisted on wearing something tight all the time was beyond Harry. Though the smirk on Draco's face probably indicated that he just loved to play with Harry, and show off his assets.

After breakfast, they had a look at the shops. Harry spied some digital cameras, and wished he could get one.

"I suppose electricity doesn't work at Malfoy Manor either," he wondered out loud.

"No, but there are charms that can substitute electricity."

"Really? I never heard of them." Harry was baffled.

"They are fairly new inventions. I just read about them in a magazine. A Muggle-born is behind them. Very clever."

"I'm glad you can admit it."

"Harry, you know that even my father got passed his prejudices. We learned to give credit where credit is due."

"You're right." Harry blushed. Sometimes he still found it hard to remember that things had changed since school. "Sorry," he added.

Draco just nodded, and picked up the most expensive camera on display.

"I've wanted one of these for a while," he remarked, and headed towards the accessories section. In the end they left with a lot of gadgets, as they needed a computer and a couple of other things as well. Harry had no idea how to work a computer, as he was never let near Dudley's, and after he left Hogwarts he never needed one. Draco was confident, that they would figure it out, and if not, they would just find someone to teach them.

They boarded the flight ahead of a long queue. The other passengers grumbled a bit, but they had first class tickets. Harry sat down in the very comfortable seat next to Draco, and accepted the complementary Champagne. He just hoped that the combination of whiskey and Champagne wouldn't make him sick. They were instructed to fasten their seatbelts, and then the emergency guidelines were shown. As the plane smoothly started to move, Harry could feel the drunken butterflies in his stomach sloshing about in the alcohol. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't vomit. The plane taxied to the end of the long runway, and paused. Harry felt a hand on his, and turned from the window to see Draco smiling at him. Harry held the hand tighter.

The engines blared, and the plane suddenly seemed to put on full speed. Harry was pushed against his seat. Unable to swallow, he couldn't force his rapidly beating heart still. Then he felt the plane leave the ground, and his stomach seemed to be pulled back down by gravity. His ears clogged. Harry couldn't understand why anyone would put their body through the sensations voluntarily. He also briefly wondered, if besides flying on a broom, there was a mode of transport that he actually liked, and he came up with nothing. They were still rising, and he tore his gaze away from the fact that everything before them was higher up on the plane. He looked outside.

He had flown high up before, but not so high. He couldn't believe that in such a short time they had already flown so far. Below them there was water, and the great landmass of Europe rolling under them. Still, they were going up and up, towards space. However, he didn't feel the thrust of the engines anymore, and if he wasn't hearing them, he would have been afraid that they had stopped. After that, the window was swallowed up by the clouds, and finally, they broke above the cloud cover. At that moment, Harry felt like he had arrived to another world. The clouds below him made out hills and valleys, all shining in the sunlight.

"Draco," he said, wanting to share the wonder of it all with his partner.

"Yes, beautiful, isn't it?" He leaned over, seatbelt still fastened.

"It's so... serene."

Harry turned to look at Draco's face. He was smiling.

"Can I get my hand back now, please? My ear is still clogged, and I want to get a mint from the stewardess."

Harry let go, and his palm ached from holding on too tightly. Draco flexed his even whiter than usual fingers, and they rapidly filled with blood again. Harry winced.

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

They were soon both sucking on their mints, and the rest of the flight was spent reading a book they brought. Harry wasn't looking forward to the landing.

An hour and a half later they were warned to prepare for landing. Harry looked out. The plane was turning and descending, but seemingly towards the sea.

"Are we landing on water?"

"No, but the airport is close, so we have to turn to the landing site over the water."

Harry kept looking out. The plane was still above water. He could see the rays of the sun glisten on the waves below. He hoped they wouldn't end up as shark food. Then they were above the beach, and houses. Still no airport in sight. He was starting to get worried. At almost what seemed as the last minute, a runway appeared under them, and they touched down flawlessly, with just a slight bump. The plane slowed down rapidly, nearly coming to a full halt. Another sigh. At least Draco's hand remained untouched this time.

Harry was very glad when he could leave the plane at last.

"I take it you don't like flying in a plane either?" Draco asked, referring to how he knew Harry disliked the Floo, Apparating and Portkeys.

"No."

"Do you like anything besides a broom?"

"No."

"Planes it is then."

Harry sighed, coming to terms with the fact that in a few days he had to repeat the journey.

Leonardo da Vinci Airport didn't look very big. They didn't need to pick up any luggage, as everything was in their shoulder bags, shrunk and protected. Harry hated to think about waiting for his suitcase to arrive, only to find that it ended up in Kenya, or some other far-away place.

Harry expected to get a taxi, but Draco assured him that the Leonardo Express train would be an experience in itself. As they sat down, he resolved to acting as unlike tourists as they could possible act.

From the train, they quickly made it outside the train station, where they did get a taxi. Draco wasn't that ready to join the Romans on the many crowded buses that passed by. Hailing the taxi was when Harry first noticed the heat. It was a lot warmer than it had been in London, but not as hot as in Thailand. He was somewhat glad, as Thailand was a bit too hot for his system.

Harry was glued to the window. He seriously had no idea what Draco was doing beside him, he was so mesmerised by the colourful houses and the seemingly endless stream of people going about their business on the narrow pavements. London was a busy city as well, he knew that, but it never had that crowded feeling. Everyone seemed to move to a slow and steady music, while the people in Rome lived to the beat of a fast-paced pop song. Horns blared from all directions, and their driver wasn't afraid to use it either. Harry resolved not to look forward. He really didn't want to know how many times they nearly hit someone. It was so loud and full of life. They passed a huge and grand white building, that inspite of being built reminiscent of ancient structures, it was obviously a modern construction. They also drove by two sets of very long steps, a great wall of rocks, wound down some narrow streets, and stopped on a really narrow one. On one side there was a row of buildings, on the other side of the street there was a big gate. The flag of the Vatican hung over it, and Harry wondered what that was about.

"That's the San Teodoro Church," Draco spoke up as the taxi pulled away. "It's one of the oldest churches in Rome. It had been renovated not long ago. Pretty place. We can have a look tomorrow when we go sightseeing. If you look up at those trees," he pointed above the build in front of them, "that's the Palatinus. It has some of the oldest ruins in Rome. We'll need a full day for it. The Colosseum is just on the other side. I have so much to show you, these few days probably won't be enough."

Harry grinned, and Draco took his hand. He was pulled towards a narrow yellow and pink building with four floors. The facade was decorated by beautiful reliefs around the windows and in between them. It looked like a small ancient palace to Harry.

Inside, they were greeted by uniformed servants, who exclaimed over the pleasure of having guests in the house. Their English was heavily accented. The couple was lead to their rooms, that consisted of a small sitting room with a nice breakfast table beside the window, a light and airy bedroom with a bed to rival Draco's, and a decadent bathroom with a great claw-footed bathtub. After they were shown the bells to ring the staff, the maid left discreetly.

"What are we going to do today?" Harry asked, looking to Draco for guidance.

"Well, we first read the manual of the camera. Then there's this great quarter in Rome called Trastevere. We can have a nice dinner there. I'm assuming your stomach will need a bit of rest after the flying."

Harry nodded his agreement to that statement.

"Then we come back?" he asked.

"We can also take a walk. I think tonight we're too exhausted to do anything more."

Harry's face fell a bit.

"I mean, too exhausted to do anything in the city. We should test this beautiful bed," Draco said, as he approached Harry.

They stood kissing for some time, just enjoying each other. Draco took first turn in the bathroom, since he took longer anyway. While he was there, Harry tried to figure the camera out. He was getting nowhere with it, until one of the maids looked in on him. She was more familiar with the gadget, and could show him how to use it much more easily than the manual did. She promised to also help with the computer the following day. Draco was surprised when he entered in the nude, and Harry snapped a picture of him.

"Sorry, I thought you'd at least have a towel."

"No problem." Draco smirked. "We can make a whole album if you want." He started to pose, and Harry took a few more shots of him.

Harry stopped, and taking his pale god's hand, he pulled him down on the bed. Soon all clothes were off Harry as well, and they both got a bit dirty. Draco complained a little about his skin drying out if they took so many baths a day, but he still joined Harry in getting clean. By the time they got a taxi to Trastevere, it was very dark and they were very hungry.

Walking down the narrow streets in the quaint quarter, they had a hard time choosing a restaurant. The menus were put out, but in some of the places only in Italian. Draco picked a smaller place in the end, but it was packed with people. They got the last table in the house, that was just vacated by an American couple. They were complaining loudly about the staff not speaking English.

The waiter came by with some menus, and they were in Italian as well. Harry was a bit frustrated, and could understand the couple that had left.

"I'll order. Or you don't trust my taste?" Draco asked.

"Of course I do. I would like to see what is on offer though."

Draco just patted his hand on the table, and discussed what they were going to eat with the handsome dark skinned waiter. Harry thought he was just a bit too smiling, but said nothing.

"What other languages do you speak?" he asked instead.

"French, German, some Spanish, and even a little bit of Bulgarian."

"When did you learn that?" Harry wondered out loud. It wasn't a common language to study.

"Fourth year. There was this big bloke from Durmstrang, who taught me a bit."

"Why?"

"Well, you know what they say... the easiest way to learn a language is in bed." Draco smiled wistfully.

"But .... we were fourteen!" He was astounded. The least of his problems that year were hormones. Though there was that whole thing with Cho.

"Old enough. Besides, you were making moon eyes at Diggory's girl. What was her name?"

"Cho Chang."

"Oh right!" He shrugged dismissively. "Flat as a board, athletic. Small wonder you didn't realise your interest in boys by then."

Harry blushed.

Their food arrived, and they enjoyed the homemade pasta in basil pesto with some local wine. That was just the first course, as their main was a hot veal stew. They finished with a small serving of panna cotta with caramel.

Harry had enjoyed the meal, and afterwards they walked the streets a bit more. They took a lot of pictures, and Harry even tried to be somewhat artistic about it. He took close-ups of the balconies with sleeping ivy curving around the railings. A row of vespas in front of a shadowy eatery also caught his attention. They walked over the Tiber, the lights on the Tiber island flickering in the water. Harry found himself slipping an arm around his companion as they strolled down the bank of the river. Draco smiled at him, and Harry wanted to kiss him badly, but he was afraid. What if someone saw them? When they went more into the city, the constant honking from the cars took the romance quickly away.

Before he knew it, they were standing in front of the house. In their bedroom they could finally do as they wanted, and fell into bed together.

The next morning they were served breakfast in bed. There was a strong espresso for both of them. Harry was glad for the milk though. They also got a sort of egg dish, which was whipped eggs cut into a square shape with tomatoes and sausages mixed in, mozzarella on top. Harry liked the strong flavour of basil in it.

Both men got ready, and even Draco took less time than usual. He was obviously keen to show the city to Harry.

They started out with the small church across the street. It was pretty, but didn't hold much interest to Harry. Because of the renovation it seemed to lack character. Afterwards, Draco pulled him down the street, until they got to a big wide open field with a few ruins on it.

"This is the famous Circus Maximus." Draco had decided to play the tour guide. "They used to hold the carriage competitions here."

"It's huge!"

"I know. We have to walk to the end of it, and from there the entrance to the hill is not far away."

They walked on, and Harry was glad for the rather warm weather. It felt more like autumn than winter. In the morning rush hour, the street was packed with cars. They never seemed to stop honking, and about once every five minutes an ambulance could be heard blaring it's sirenes somewhere. Harry thought it took away from the ambience. They finally reached a big junction, and some more ruins. Harry took pictures of those as well, even though they didn't look terribly interesting. They turned onto a really wide street with three lanes going in both directions. Tall trees stood on either side, and an arch was visible at the end.

"We have to walk down to the entrance of the hill, but you can already see some things to your left." Draco pointed, looking like almost a professional.

When they did finally reach the entrance, they had to stand in a line. It didn't look very long, and was actually going rather fast. Harry stepped out to take some more pictures. He was enjoying photography a lot. At least from behind the camera he wasn't the subject.

Finally inside, they hiked up the small hill. On the top, they saw an arena. It stretched out before them like a Quidditch stadium, and Harry wondered what wizards played in those times. Probably something a lot more brutal than Quidditch. After that they went into the museum to have a look at some statues that were found on the hill. It mostly had heads, or headless torsos.

"Voldemort would enjoy this place," Harry joked, though he wanted to take it back right away.

"Yeah, he would have," Draco smiled, and Harry was relieved.

They rested a bit outside, and then walked among some more ruins. Harry got the urge to touch the stones. They had been standing there for millennia, and he had a sense of awe about them.

They got to a point where there was a great view of the city, and Draco pointed out that they could see the house from there.

By the time they got to the Forum Romanum, Harry was tired. He never thought the hill had so many interesting ruins besides the Forum. However, that part was clearly the most fascinating one, and in spite of his exhaustion, he still kept walking. The lure of the ancient stones was too great to stop. At the end they got to a very decorated Arch.

"This was built by Septimius Severus," Draco informed him.

"Severus?"

"Yes. Lucius Septimius Severus Augustus, to be exact. Kind of funny. But he was really known as just Severus. He was a really strong emperor. He fought many wars and won. He even tried to go against Scotland, but he died in what is now York. Naturally, Father wasn't named after him, but I do seem to recall Severus mentioning something like his mother named him after an emperor thinking that it would give him strength in his struggles."

"And then I named my son after him," Harry noted.

"So the name lives on."

"I want a picture of me in front of the Arch." Harry stood in position, thinking that Al would find the Arch interesting.

"I think this is the nicest Arch of all of them," Harry said, looking at the lavish decorations. He especially liked the men in togas.

"Just think, men like that used to stand where we are now." Draco draped an arm over Harry's shoulder, looking at the figures.

Harry looked at the arm first, then at the wizard standing next to him. His eyes were shining with wonder, his blond hair tousled in the slight wind that blew on the hill. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, and he leaned over to give a quick kiss on the other man's lips. Then he realised what he'd done, and looked around, a bit scared of the reaction of the people around him. Most ignored him, but a tourist couple looked at them with disgust. Harry reddened and looked away, trying to untangle himself from the embrace they have ended up in.

"No, just ignore them," Draco said, enveloping him in a hug. "I know that this is strange for you, and that Muggles have issues with this, but you have lived your life according to what others wanted of you long enough," he whispered.

Draco broke away, and taking Harry's face in his hands, he planted a long kiss on his lips.

Harry still felt uncomfortable, but he knew that the blond was right. He took a deep breath, and captured the other man's hand in his, and they walked on like that.

After they exited the Forum and photographed their way down the Via dei Fori Imperiali, they arrived to the Colosseum. It was even bigger up close than what Harry had imagined. Inside, it was big, but it took a little imagination to see it in its old glory.

"Wish they would restore it," Harry remarked, and Draco nodded. "So, where are we going now?" he asked. They had spent the whole day exploring the ruins, and night was fast approaching. It had been a good idea that they packed sandwiches for lunch, but it was getting colder, and Harry just wanted a warm place to rest, and some warm food to eat.

"Well, we could go back to the house, or there is a lovely restaurant on my favourite square."

"I want to see your favourite square." Harry grinned.

"Then we'll need a taxi. I'm not walking that far."

They left the ancient ruins behind, and entered the zigzags of the city in a taxi. Harry thought that the following day they could spend exploring the modern side of the city. They soon arrived to a very large square.

"Piazza Navona," Draco said, as they stepped onto the pavement. "It's shaped like a horse racing ring, because that's what it used to be. It has three beautiful fountains on it, the most well known is the Fountain of the Four Rivers, designed by my favourite sculptor, Bernini."

"Which four?"

"The Nile, the Danube, the Ganges and the Río de la Plata. They are the major rivers on four continents that they knew about at the time. Each side of the fountain represents one of them."

"What about the obelisk?" Harry noted from afar.

"That's from an ancient temple. There are many around the city, often made a part of monuments like this."

They went close to it, and Harry made many pictures in the light of the setting sun.

"Look at the statues, Harry. The men are beautiful, strong and muscular. So life-like too." Draco drew his attention to the figures. "This is what I like the most about Bernini. It's almost as if his characters could stand up and walk away any moment."

"They're hot too."

"And that." The blond grinned.

Harry laughed, and let himself be dragged to a nearby restaurant. Draco pouted a bit at it being too cold to sit outside, but was assured that it wouldn't be their last trip to the ancient city.

Throughout the week, Harry found himself returning to the Piazza many times, and the ambiance of it quickly made it his favourite as well. It helped that the loud cars couldn't enter with all their honking. The city seemed to be filled by Bernini's works, which Draco never failed to point out. The men in his sculptures were really very life-like, but also mostly of the strong muscular type, which Harry realised didn't really appeal to him all that much. The one that he did find beautiful, was in the Galleria Borghese. The title of the work was Apollo and Daphne, and it basically depicted attempted rape. While that part wasn't good, the figures were still beautiful. Apollo was slender, fine featured, and if Harry remembered right, blond in pictures. Truth be told, he did look a lot like Draco, so Harry supposed, that was his type of man. He wished he could have taken a picture of Draco besides the statue, but they weren't allowed to take their cameras in. They did buy a book of the Gallery though. Harry considered learning photoshop.

Besides looking at statues, what Harry really wanted to do was to get used to being with Draco in public. It wasn't always easy. Mostly it was just the occasional look, but there were some, who decided to express their problem with two men being together verbally. Harry had expected it, feared it, but realised he couldn't let it rule his life. Once he was divorced he could make the relationship public in Britain as well, and he wanted to be comfortable in it by then.

Their times in private were easy though. Harry found it fascinating that he hadn't realised he was gay up to that point, when he enjoyed everything that Draco's body had to offer so much. Except for letting the other man inside his body they tried everything, but the blond didn't seem to mind keeping it to touching and oral for the time being. He knew he would like the other man inside him, but the thought scared him. Draco did have more experience at gay sex though, and he knew that when the time came he would be in good hands. He also knew that Draco preferred to bottom anyway, so he expected the time for that to come sooner.

After one session of lips and tongues, when they lay side-by-side, Draco turned to him.

"Harry, would you like to be inside me?"

So the time came for it for Draco, but though Harry's first instinct was to accept readily, he stopped to consider it for a moment.

"Yes," he answered.

"Tonight?"

"If you're sure, then yes."

"I'm sure." Draco grinned, and kissed his boyfriend deeply.

Harry returned the kiss, spurred on by what they were going to do. The thought excited him beyond measure, but also frightened him a little. However, he trusted Draco's experience to lead him.

He turned to lay on the other man, kissing his lips, his ears, neck that arched under him just right, the bobbing Adam's apple, the collarbones. He lowered his head to lick up from the flat nipples, repeating the treatment on the other side. He didn't linger too long though, because he knew he had to do a lot more before he could come. In spite of already having had an orgasm just not long before, he was already achingly hard for his boyfriend. He wasted no time in proceeding lower, to kiss and nibble the jutting hipbone. He loved the boyish figure that Draco managed to maintain. All sinewy muscle and jutting bones. What wasn't boyish was the cock he reached as he got even lower, and he mouthed the tip a little, then wetted it with his tongue, to take all of it into his mouth. Draco moaned above him, and Harry sucked the other man with relish. He just loved the feel of the slim, but long rod in his mouth.

He left it though, and sucked on his own finger to lubricate it. Then he inserted one into Draco's opening, returning his mouth to its previous task. The sounds above him got even louder. He knew Draco just loved being stimulated on both sides. He glanced up to see the wanton look on the beautiful face above him, and the other man had one of his fingers in his own mouth, lightly sucking at it. Harry thought of turning around to give him something else to suck on, but he wouldn't have been able to last that way for what they wanted to do. Next time.

Harry returned to his task, and was soon inserting three fingers in, stretching Draco. His lips left the beautiful cock, and he swiped his tongue around the rim of the hole he was preparing. That elicited another loud moan, and Harry teased the opening further.

"Harry, please!" Draco begged, and Harry knew he was ready.

He reached for the lube on the bedside table, and slicked his fingers, so that he could lubricate the opening. After that, he coated his own cock liberally, which was rock hard, and slightly oozing his fluids. Harry took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax a bit. He lined himself up, and Draco spread his legs out further, to make more room for him. He was watching Harry intently, his eyes clouded with desire. Harry slowly inched himself in, breathing hard as the tip was in. The orifice was incredibly tight, inspite of all the stretching he had done. He looked down to see himself inside, the pink cock in front of him standing hard. When he was sure he wasn't going to come, he went in deeper, until he was fully in the other man's body. He sighed, and looked up to see Draco's face. He was smiling.

"Move already," Draco moaned after a few seconds, and Harry complied with a chuckle.

He leaned down to kiss Draco. It was sloppy and full of desire, but being inside his boyfriend on both ends felt incredible. He then stayed on top of him, just rocking his hips slowly, wanting the experience to last. However, he couldn't keep up the languid pace for long, and soon found himself grasping Draco's raised knees as he slammed into him. He was slightly afraid of hurting the blond, but he would have complained if he did. Instead, Draco just kept on moaning and urging him in a breathless voice to go deeper, harder, enjoying the slightly rough treatment. Harry filed away that knowledge to future use. Soon though, his mind was completely focused on his task, and he felt his orgasm approaching. He grasped the cock before him, forcing his own tide back, wanting to make Draco come first. He didn't have to pump the shaft for long, and Draco was soon shouting under him, coating his hand with his fluid. Harry felt the muscles that surrounded his own cock contract, and let himself go, let the tide overtake him with all of its force. He moaned long as he pumped all his come into the hole, only pulling out once he was all done.

He collapsed onto his previous spot next to his lover, and panted for what must have been several minutes. His body felt exhausted, his muscles straining, but the euphoria from his orgasm was still there. He only looked at Draco once he had calmed down somewhat, to see the other man already recovered, and looking at him grinning.

"Welcome back?" he joked, referring to the haze Harry had been in.

"That was incredible."

"I know."

"Best ever."

"I know."

"When can we do it again?"

"Half an hour?"

"Okay, but I'll need to rest my eyes a bit ‘til then."

Of course, round two had to wait until morning, when Harry woke to Draco swallowing him whole, proclaiming that he had rested long enough, and it was time to fuck him again. Draco was really a pushy bottom, but Harry didn't mind.
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