Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part one

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Note that this is the sequel to Protégé. Must read Protégé first before you read this so you can understand what’s going on.

More notes: Many things are going to happen in this sequel. So if you don’t understand anything right away, just wait for it to be clarified late ok? The first part may seem odd, but this was the way I had planned for it to start before I ended Protégé, so if anything seems a bit off, then you know why.

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy, who knows a bit more about the HP world than I do (at this time), and for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let’s hope), and lemon. And of course magic.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione (others?)

Year: 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.

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Harry Potter came into the Gryffindor common room late at night, ruffled and flushed. His shirt collar was crooked and not buttoned correctly, his tie wasn’t done, hanging loose, and his robe was slipping off one shoulder. In other words, he looked like he was drunk.

Ron Weasely and Hermione Granger were sitting by the fireplace, writing up an essay for Transfigurations. They had their heads almost touching as they leaned into their textbooks, studying. Ron had his robe off because he was complaining about how warm he was, and Hermione was tickling the end of her reddish quill on her chin. Harry tried to tiptoe past them so they wouldn’t notice his rumbled and breathless state, but he forgot that sometimes Ron had bat ears and he heard the barely noticeable footsteps Harry made.

“Hey Harry! What took you?” Ron’s eyes widen as he took in Harry’s unkempt state. “Yikes! What happened to you?”

“N-nothing. I’m going to bed. Detention was hell.”

“Harry?” Hermione blinked. She could hardly believe what she saw. Ron thought that Harry was either pissed, as in drunk, or maybe he got into a fight with Malfoy during detention. They knew that Harry didn’t drink, so it had to be the latter.

“Yes, Hermione?” Harry asked. He really didn’t feel like explaining to them just yet. He wasn’t sure how they’d take it.

“Um, well,” Hermione began, searching for the words. “Harry. . . you look very. . . um. . .”

“Drunk.” Ron finished.

“I’m not pissed.” Harry said sincerely.

“Then why do you look so. . .” Ron gestured at his very untidy clothes.

“Don’t worry about me now. I’ll tell you later, ok?” He turned around.

“Harry. . .” Hermione sighed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Harry said firmly. “See you in the morning.” Quickly, Harry walked up the stairs that led to the boy’s dorms.

“That’s it then.” Ron nodded.

“What’s it?” Hermione asked.

“If he’s not pissed, then he was in a fight.”

“I don’t think so.” Hermione said with a small smirk.

“Then what do *you* think happened?”

Hermione looked up from her book, grinning. “He obviously has a girlfriend.”

“What? How do you figure that?”

Hermione sighed. “Honestly, Ron, didn’t you notice that spot on his neck?”

“The what? I didn’t notice anything.”

“He had a purplish-red mark on his neck. I saw it.”

“You’re just seeing things, ‘Mione. Besides, why would Harry keep something like that from us?”

“Maybe ‘cause he’s afraid that we’d get mad at him for spending more time with his other half than with us?”

“Nonsense!” Ron stood up and began to pace the floor. “I’d never be upset if he had someone!”

“Are you sure? You wouldn’t get jealous?”

“No! Of course not! Harry’s my best friend!”

“You sure you’d be understanding?”

“Yes! Now, are we going to banter about this all night or are we going to bed?”

Hermione smiled, “Yours or mine?”

“Hermione!”

She giggled. “Just kidding.”

~*~

When Harry finally got his pajamas on, Ron came in. At first, Ron didn’t wish to say anything, but he remembered that he had promised Hermione that he’d find out what was going on. It was a good thing that the others weren’t back from their detentions yet.

“Harry?”

“Yes, Ron?” Harry looked exhausted, and Ron could finally see the bite mark that Hermione was talking about.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?” Harry furrowed his brow.

“Look, it’s ok, Harry. Really! If you’re seeing someone then why don’t you just tell me?”

Harry was shocked. He had no idea that they would figure it out this quickly.

“I didn’t think it was a good time.”

“Oh come on! I’m your best friend! You can tell me anything!”

“I know that, Ron. I just. . . I don’t know how you’d take it.”

“I don’t mind if you’re dating. It’s a part of life, after all.” He walked over and sat on his bed. “Come over here and sit with me. Tell me all about her.”

Harry sighed, feeling slightly nervous. “Well, Ron. . . uh, look, I’ve been meaning to tell you this one day, but I haven’t had the nerve to bring it up to you. So please don’t hate me.”

“I won’t hate you! Come on, please? I promise I won’t stop being your friend.”

Harry sat down next to Ron, and inhaled deeply before he finally spoke.

“Ron, I’m. . . I’m bi.”

Ron blinked.

Harry blinked.

Ron gaped as Harry stared.

Silence, and then. . .

“You’re. . . you’re what?”

“I’m bi. I’m bisexual.”

Ron exhaled. “And this means. . .”

“This means that I might be with a guy, for all you know.”

Ron blinked again.

“Um, maybe I should be going to bed. . .” Harry stood up.

“A guy? Harry. . . are you. . . have you. . . is your significant other. . .”

“Maybe.” Harry cut him off.

“So, is that a yes?”

“No. That’s a maybe.”

“Will you tell me who it is?”

“Not now. Maybe later. I’m really tired. Good night, Ron.” Harry crashed into his bed, pulling his covers up to his neck.

“Uh. . . good night, Harry.”

~**~

“Are you serious?” Hermione’s eyes were bugging out of her head.

“Yes I am!”

“It sounds suspicious.” Hermione paced the common room floor. Ron had woken up before Harry and immediately went to see Hermione. He knew that she always woke up early to study or finish with homework. He had just finished telling her everything.

“How do you mean?”

“Well,” Hermione twirled her quill in her hand. “He seemed to have jumped right into telling you that he’s bisexual the moment you thought that he was dating a girl. Then, of course, when you asked if it’s a guy, he didn’t say no at all. Usually guys will assure another that it isn’t a guy. You get what I mean?”

“Uh—I think so. You’re pretty sure that he’s seeing a guy then?”

“I’m positive. The evidence stands against him, I’m afraid.”

“You know, if you’re right, I won’t ever look at him the same again.”

“But we’re still his friends. We have to be supportive.” She pointed out.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Ron sighed, running his hand through his bangs. “It just better not be a Slytherin.”

~*~

Harry finished showering, dressed, and then sauntered down to the Gryffindor commons. The only ones there were Ron, Hermione, Seamus, and Dean.

Ron waved a friendly hand, “Harry! You’re awake finally!”

Harry went and sat down next to Ron. Hermione was sitting on the other side of the redhead.

“You look rather happy this morning, Harry.” Hermione said once she took her eyes away from her book.

“Yes, I am.”

“Sleep well?” Ron asked.

“Very. How about you guys?”

“Not bad.” Ron shrugged. “Been reading and talking about this and that. . .”

“Like what?” Harry asked.

“Well. . .” Ron began to say, but his girlfriend interrupted him.

“Nothing really important. Nothing to worry yourself with.”

Harry looked skeptical, but before he could say anything, Seamus wandered up to them.

“Morning, Harry.”

“Morning.” Harry smiled.

“Sleep well?”

“Yes, thanks. And you?”

“I slept fine. Me and Dean were thinking about going outside to practice some flying maneuvers. Want to join us?”

Harry thought about it for about a minute before he said, “In a bit. I want to grab a bite first.”

“All right. See you then, Harry.”

“Bye.”

Dean and Seamus wandered out of the portrait. Harry turned back to his friends.

“Ok, they’re gone now.” He was looking at Hermione when he said this. “Now tell me what’s up.”

“Really, it’s nothing.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. It makes me feel like an outcast.”

Ron frowned, “Ok. I’m sorry, Harry. I told ‘Mione about our talk last night.”

Harry blinked. “Yeah? And?”

“We would like to know if you’re seeing a guy or not.” Hermione said.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“We just do. We’re curious.”

“So you won’t be disgusted with me?”

The both shook their heads. “Absolutely not! You’re our best friend!”

Harry smiled. “All right, I will tell you the truth. But this is all I’m saying for now.” The other two stared at him, waiting patiently. “I am in a type of relationship with another guy.”

“I had a feeling you were.” Hermione said.

“What House is he from?” Ron asked immediately.

“I’m not saying yet. I don’t want you two trying to figure out who it is, and I’m not about to narrow it down for you.”

“Why can’t you tell us?” Hermione frowned. “I thought we were your friends.”

“You are! You both are. I just. . . I really can’t say right now. You guys would be angry with me.”

“He’s from Slytherin, isn’t he?” Ron glared, but he really didn’t realize he did.

Harry turned pink.

“That would explain the bite mark.” Hermione said, sounding more fascinated than shocked.

Harry’s eyes widen in horror, “B-bite mark?”

“Yeah.” Hermione grinned. “It’s on the right, just next to your jugular vein, near the bottom.”

“So he’s from Slytherin??” Ron shouted.
Harry turned red, “Now, calm yourself Ron. No need to gxcitxcited! Just because he leaves a bite mark doesn’t mean that he’s from Slytherin!”

“But I’ve heard from Bulstrode that the Slytherin men act like they’re part vampire sometimes when they. . . um, get frisky.”

Harry turned even redder.

Ron wasn’t much for wanting to hear details when it came to two guys loving each other, but this was his best friend, and he really couldn’t help picking on him. He knew that he got this trait from his twin brothers.

“So, Harry, is he a frisky serpent then? From the shade you’re turning, I take it that we’re right?”

“Look, I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“It IS a Slytherin! Harry, how could you? I thought you didn’t like the Slytherins!”

“Ron, look, he’s not as bad as you think. . .”

Hermione shook her head, “Oh, Harry. . . I can’t believe this!”

“Come on, Harry. You might as well tell us who it is.”

“N-no, I’m sorry guys. . . you’re disgusted with me as it is.”

“Not disgusted.” Hermione said. “Just really, really confused.”

“And maybe a little disturbed.” Hermione smacked him across the shoulder. “Ow! What??”

“Be nice, Ron!”

Harry frowned and wandered off while they were arguing. ‘They won’t understand. Ever.’

“Harry?” Hermione blinked as she looked up and watched her friend leave the common room. She turned back to glare at Ron. “Nice going, big mouth! You scared him away!”

“But Hermione!”

Her deadly, accusing glare stopped any argument from leaving Ron’s mouth.

“We should talk to him later when he’s feeling more up to it.”

Ron sighed heavily and nodded his head. He had a feeling she’d say that.

~TBC~

This fic will have shagging parts in future. Please be patient.

FF.net deleted this story, along with Protégé just because it’s got heavy shagging in it. this is why I’m putting my stories here. The sequel to this one won’t have as much shagging, BUT I will probably add in between stories that will have very naughty sex scenes to post here. That way I can put up the normal chapters on ff.net, but still have the sex for the other places I’m archived at.

Thanks for reading!