Here is the next chapter, the club in this chapter is a real club but the description is my own. I have never been so it is fictional details!

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Chapter 9: Indiscretion in Iquitos

Only two seasons: high water season (from December to May when the snow melts in the Andes during the summer in the South Hemisphere) and low water season (from June to November when water levels drop 45 feet during the dry, winter)

January 26, Day 26

Belen Market Place, Iquitos

10am

Hadrian weaved his way effortlessly through the overcrowded aisles of the Belen Market. He took a moment away from his wary observations to simply revel in the wildness of the place. Hadrian had been coming to this meca of culture for the past several years. He both loved and hated it, both admiring and distaining the chaos of survival that it housed.

He couldn't help but admire the true ability for muggles and wizard to improvise when needed, the sheer number of different wares and products available in the crowded market proved this true. And while he could appreciate the vital need for it all; from the various braying and calls of domesticated (and not so domesticated) animals, the pungent odor of exotic spices, to the brilliant palate of colored clothes and adornments on display, he could not help but long for the relative silence of the jungle.

Absorbed in his thoughts while trying equally to make sure Draco and Blaise where keeping up to him (for first timers they were not actually doing so badly, of course this was likely due to the fact that people of all sorts scurried out of Hadrian's path. He had never been sure if this was because of his oppressive magical aura, despite how he suppressed it or simply the confidence he held himself with. He knew that at Hogwarts at least, this had never occurred), he failed to register the man in front of him until a moment too late.

His momentary inattention caused him to have to come to an abrupt stop to avoid the imminent collision. "Watch the fuck where you are going you imbecile!" a heavily accented Italian voice shouted. At the sound of that all too familiar voice Hadrian felt his insides freeze.

'No Fuckin way!" he thought desperately, 'this had to be a nightmare, a nightmare that he was going to wake up from any moment! There was just no way, that fate hated him enough to make orchestrate the coincidence of running into the one man he had been so desperately fleeing. Hadrian forced himself to inhale a breath of air and open his eyes.

'Fuck! No nightmare then,' he looked at the man in front of him, 'maybe he won't recognize me? Maybe there is a chance to walk away quickly and have him overlook the whole thing.' But when Hadrian looked up again he knew that this was the desperate plea of a dying man, the look of recognition in the chocolate eyes in front of him told him this.

"Well, I'll be damned…" the man exclaimed a slow smirk spreading lazily across his face, "Hadrian….it's been to long" he purred.

"Not long enough" Hadrian hissed at his past lover, and attempted to move to the side in order to leave. A restraining hand grabbed his upper arm preventing this. Hadrian fought the overwhelming urge to flinch at the man's touch.

"Now, now is that anyway to greet an old friend, Hadrian?" he asked and Hadrian found himself forced to take a step back to escape being pressed against the man.

"We were never friends, Anton….as you well know" Hadrian stated his voice flat, masking the revulsion he felt.

"Why I'm hurt! I would say we were a great deal more than friends….after all, I do hope you don't treat all of your friends the way you did me" Anton stated rubbing Hadrian's upper arm suggestively.

"Back the hell off Anton!" Hadrian spat at him yanking his arm forcefully away then stated his next comment in a much quieter tone, one he was sure that Draco and Blaise would be unable to hear, "You are lucky I didn't press charges. I won't restrain myself from doings so again."

Anton's cocky smirk faltered slightly his brown eyes hardening, "I do not think you had sufficient evidence my love, in fact it could be said that I had a better chance at obtaining cause against you"

"Fuck you, defense is a right, not a crime" Hadrian snarled, straining to keep the tight grip on his fluctuating magic.

"Why I think I would enjoy that, you only had to ask" Anton retorted his smirk once again gaining strength, "I don't suppose you would be more willing to an exchange this time?"

"Stay the hell away from me. I really won't restrain myself if we meet again" Hadrian stated pushing the man hard enough that he stumbled somewhat, before briskly walk past him.

Sharp ears recognizing the hurried steps of his two companions hustling to keep pace with his abrupt departure, Hadrian did not slow until he was sure there was suitable distance between him and Anton. Only then did he stop and allow the shudder he had been repressing to rack through his frame.

"What the hell was that?" Blaise asked as both he and Draco caught up to their guide, "Who was he? What did he want?"

'Who was he indeed' Hadrian thought bitterly to himself, 'only the second most hated person in Hadrian's life, falling just after Voldemort and before Vernon Dursley.

"He's nobody, no one" Hadrian ground out, expertly reining his rioting emotions back under control and straightening to face his charges.

"He didn't appear to be no one" Draco inserted stubbornly, his face scrunched in a mulish cast, "What were you guys even talking about, we couldn't hear."

"Nothing, he's just someone I used to know. It doesn't matter….I doubt we will be running into him again" Hadrian dismissed with an irritated wave, "now shall we actually get around to buying something? Or should be just continue to waste time?"

Not waiting for an answer he spun and once again continued leading them towards the 'edible area' of the market (it was truly amazing what some considered edible).

As his heart slowly slowed back to its normal rhythm he could only hope that he was right.

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Jan 27, Day 27

800km from start

Noa-Noa Disco Pub

12:50am

Draco pushed his way through the press of sweaty, gyrating bodies, the thudding from the speakers keeping time with that of his heart. The cloying smell of sweat, smoke and arousal pressing in from every side. He had long ago given up on trying to make it through the dancing throngs politely and had resorted to well placed elbows and hard stomps to the insoles of the most persistent of partiers.

He once again damned Blaise and his dark skin; it really did not stick out in the dim lighting of the club, well not like the bright blond that Draco sported anyway. He gave a small sigh of relief as he finally caught sight of one of his companions; it appeared that the rest of the group had found a small side booth where they were now doing their best to consume as much alcoholic beverage as possible.

He held back a snort. Oh suuuure... no one had wanted to go out tonight. What a load of shit that was. After whatever had happened between Hadrian and the swarthy good looking man, Anton (something that Draco was not jealous about, no not one iota….) Hadrian had fallen into a deep sullen silence.

No amount of prying or poking had done anything to reveal just who this Anton was or his relationship to Hadrian. The remainder of the day had been rather lacking, Hadrian quietly brooding, Blaise bouncing between a worried, anxious countenance and a relieved, happy one. (He still hadn't told Draco anything about his divorce and Draco was trying to not let this offend him). Draco had, had enough.

They were only spending a total of three days in the city before they had to return to that bug infested swampy (okay, so Draco was slowly becoming more appreciative of the jungle but come on….he was a Malfoy, these things take time), and he did not want to waste them with everyone in the group studiously ignoring each other. So, in a moment that was rather out of character for him, he had suggested that they all go out for the night, to drink and just get rid of some of their stress.

Blaise had not been all that hard to convince, his friend had always enjoyed letting loose and having fun. Of course this side of his friend had slowly been smothered in the last few years, something Draco admitted a tad guiltily, that he had failed to notice. If Draco had not seen the divorce papers earlier he doubted he would have recognized the renewed eagerness and excitement in his friend's eyes at the mention of going out for a night of revelry.

Hadrian had been a tad more resistant, starting out by just straight out refusing. Eventually between the doubled efforts of both Draco and Blaise, he had relented to coming…though stated adamantly that he would not be drinking. That had been three hours and several drinks ago.

Once they had managed to coerce the reluctant man into drinking one, there had been very little hesitance in the next six or seven. Now, with both Blaise and Hadrian draining more and more shot glasses it had fallen to Draco to be the responsible one of the group.

He finally made his way to their booth, placing the overflowing glasses down on the table and slumping into the booth beside Hadrian.

"Draaaacoo" Hadrian cried in a loud drunken greeting, a large grin on his face as he leaned into Draco's body heat.

"Hadrian…." Draco replied pushing the annoying upswing in his stomach away at the sound of his first name coming from Hadrian's mouth, "I think you have had a little much to drink"

"Noooope, I don't think so…feels nice, so longs since feeling nice. You're very nice Draaco, and B is really nice…." Hadrian trailed off his forehead scrunching rather adorably as he lost that train of thought. He shook his head once and went back to leaning against Draco smiling.

'He thinks your nice' the thought ricocheted through Draco's mind before he stubbornly berated himself once more, 'Shut up you pathetic lovesick fool, he's drunk out of his mind he doesn't have a clue what nonsense he's spouting'.

His mental reaming was interrupted by the feeling of soft lips pressed to the curve of his neck, he froze forcing himself to ignore the blood rushing south at an alarming rate.

"you are nice and very pretty….and you smell good too" Hadrian continued his monologue mostly to himself, seemingly unaware of his audience.

"Hadrian….I think you have had too much to drink, maybe we should step outside for some air?" Draco asked gently pushing the inebriated man back from his ministrations to Draco's neck. Fighting the disappointment he felt at the loss of the other man's body.

Hadrian adopted a pouty look at the restraint, "no, I don wanna…"

"I don't care, come on. Can you stand or do you need me to drag your sorry arse?" Draco stated keeping his tone firm as he slid back out of the booth.

Blaise was taking part in what appeared to be a very meaningful conversation with Juan "But I don't understand just because a unicorn is purple doesn't make it fluffy," Draco really did not want to get involved with that senseless conversation, ever since Blaise had watched some muggle shows called 'Despicable me' or some none sense like that when drunk, he had been obsessed with fluffy unicorns.

Hadrian slowly drug himself from the booth, stumbling and swaying as they made their way to the entrance that led out into the street, and slightly fresher air. While the night temperature was still close to 25C it was a damn sight cooler then the sauna inside.

It took them the better part of thirty minutes to escape the confines of the club, when they finally did Hadrian slumped down on a curb and refused to move further. Sighing in defeat Draco hesitantly sat down beside him. Never in a million years had he ever pictured himself sitting next to a smashed Harry Potter, on a disgustingly dirty, muggle curb thousands of miles from home. Nope it was rather surreal.

Hadrian had gone back to leaning against him, a contented smile on his face. "Your nice….much nicer then Anton, he wasn't nice. Not like you" he mumbled, slumping further onto Draco.

Even with the smell of smoke, alcohol and clubbing on him, Draco could not help but note that Hadrian's own spicy scent was still prevalent. Stop it! He yelled at himself. He determinedly pushed those thoughts away as he focused on what Hadrian had said.

"Anton? Was he the guy in the market place" He asked, he felt slightly ashamed for taking advantage of the raven haired man's lowered inhibitions but he was dying of curiosity.

"Yuuup…..big, big mistake…not nice at all….." Hadrian replied, apparently forgetting that he had wanted to keep any information on this man secret.

"What do you mean not nice Hadrian?" Draco asked, a feeling of dread creeping into his stomach.

"hmmm….it's not nice to lie, or hit or yell….or…or other stuff" Hadrian replied, stumbling at the end seemingly folding into himself.

"Hadrian what other stuff?" Draco asked careful to keep his tone soft, the uneasy feeling growing. He somehow knew that whatever other stuff was that it was not good.

Hadrian shook his head violently and tried to pull himself back into a sitting position, away from Draco, "No! No! I don't want to talk about it" He shouted suddenly, trying to scuttle back.

Alarmed by this sudden change, Draco grabbed onto the now shaking man and pulled him back, wrapping his arms firmly around the quivering figure. "Shh….Hadrian, it's okay, it's okay….You don't have to tell me okay? I'm not going to force you. Your okay…shhhh" He murmured, tightening his hold all while moving his one hand in soothing circles across the other man's back.

Hadrian remained tense in his arms but slowly began to relax, finally slumping back against Draco. When the man's breath had calmed back down into a normal pattern, Draco allowed himself his own breath of relief. What the hell was that? What on earth had happened to make Hadrian react like that?

Whatever it was, it was not something Hadrian should be keeping to himself….but for now Draco could wait. He would find out though.

Draco knew what it was too carry a heavy secret, the unbearable burden that just grew with time. He owed Hadrian to stop him from having a secret like this. So he would find out.

For Hadrian's sake he vowed he would.