Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part eighteen

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 later ok?

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

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

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Ginny/Cho

Rating: R. NC-17 over all

Year: 6th—winter

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 had to stop admiring his boyfriend’s eyes so that he could tie up Lucius for the trip back to Hogwarts. He waved his wand at the stunned man and ropes flew out of the tip and wound its way around Lucius. Harry also used the spell to summon a stretcher so that they could bring him back easier.

Harry turned around just as he finished and saw that Draco was picking up something from the floor. He walked over to where the motorbike was (luckily it wasn’t badly damaged) and stood it up on it’s wheels.

“I need your help strapping Lucius to the back of the bike, Draco.”

“All right,” Draco stuck something into his robes before carefully walking over to where his father was tied up.

Harry turned the key that was still in the ignition and sighed in relief when it started right up. “Sirius knows how to pick his motorcycles.” Harry said in awe.

Draco used the levitation spell to make his father on the stretcher float. He carefully placed it across the backend of the bike, and then made ropes come out of his wand to strap it down. Harry positioned himself at the front of the motorbike, and then motioned for Draco to be behind him.

“You’re going to have to get as close to me as possible.” Harry shouted over the roaring engine, “There’s not much room.”

“I think I can handle being pressed up against you, Potter.” Draco winked.

Harry grinned.

Draco put his wand away, straddled the bike, and then held onto Harry in a very tight hug. He put his head down onto Harry’s wide shoulders and closed his eyes. There was something pokHarrHarry in the back, something hard and sharp, but he decided to question Draco about it later. Right now, they needed to get out and get Lucius to the Minister.

Harry felt Draco liis lis legs up from the ground as the cue to move. He revved up the Harley, and then they took off through the broken window.

~*~

“Sir, not to disrespect your opinion, but if those two boys don’t show up soon, I will have to send Aurors out to find them.” Fudge said, pacing impatiently back and forth.

“Don’t worry, Cornelius, they’ll be here. You must have more faith in Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy.”

Fudge snorted.

Severus Snape was standing next to Professor Dumbledore. He had just giving Fudge the Death Eater students; hopefully to calm him down and give him something to do, but the Minister of Magic continued to be anxious. Snape was sure that Fudge wasn’t feeling the same nervousness that he was feeling for the two teenagers. Fudge was just being restless, while Snape was actually worried about them. Well, mostly Draco. The boy was practically like his own son, and he felt he had a duty to look after him whenever he was at Hogwarts. He felt especially responsible now that Draco was seeing Potter, and that his father will no longer be his guardian. ‘I must look into becoming that boy’s godfather or something until he’s eighteen.’ Snape mused.

“Look, Dumbledore,” Fudge said, “This is getting ridiculous. Those boys were obviously too young and naïve to handle Lucius Malfoy. There is just no way that they could ever make it ba. . .”

A loud, thunderous noise interrupted Mr. Fudge. All three men looked up into the night sky and saw, falling toward the ground quickly, Harry and Draco on a silver and black motorcycle.

“You were saying?” Dumbledore said with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.

Fudge scoffed and folded his arms. “They must have gotten lucky.”

Professor Dumbledore smiled. “They’re lucky in love.”

Snape coughed in his hand, his cheeks tinting slightly. Fudge was looking at them both funny.

When Harry stopped the bike, the three men that had been waiting for them, quickly gathered around the two. Harry shut the motorbike off, and then looked triumphantly at them.

“Well, I’m back, sirs. I saved Draco, like my mum told me to,” Draco snorted at this and muttered something like, ‘yeah, but I helped.’ Harry blushed, “And I got Lucius for you, Mr. Fudge.”

Fudge slowly walked around the bike to the back and looked at the still stunned and tied up Lucius.

“Evidence, Mr. Potter?” Fudge said.

“Oh, yes.” Harry and Draco both stepped off of the bike. “At the Malfoy Manor you will find. . .” he looked over at Draco.

Draco blinked, “Yes, um, you will find my dead mother’s body down in the basement. Her body was. . . well, it’s. . . it isn’t pretty.” Draco looked down at the ground, shutting his eyes tightly. He didn’t want to start losing it in front of them. Especially Harry and Professor Snape!

“All right. If I could have a few words with you two boys then?” Fudge escorted them into the castle. When they entered, the Aurors that where there were standing there waiting for Fudge’s orders. Mr. Fudge told them where Lucius was and to take him away to Azkaban. The Aurors immediately complied.

~*~

In the empty, destroyed room, a dark cloaked figure slinked in. The hooded being looked around at the condition of the giant room. Glass was everywhere, chairs and other wooden furniture stewed around, and even. . . oddly enough. . . tire tracks.

The dark robed figure then turned abruptly toward the door.

“Lucius has failed. The plan failed. . .” The person hissed.

A giant snake slithered by the person’s feet.

“It is not over yet. . .”

The snake hissed as if it understood.

~*~

Harry and Draco sat down in Dumbledore’s office. Draco was sitting down more carefully as he craddled something underneath his robes, which was going unnoticed by all. Cornelius Fudge had sat himself down in front of them, next to Dumbledore’s desk. Moments later, the Headmaster himself had come in and sat down at his d Fu Fudge dug something out of his pocket and held it up. It was a vial.

“Mr. Potter, do you know what this is?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“What is it?”

“Veritaserum.”

“Yes, very good. Now this is to ensure that you two boys won’t be lying to me, even though Dumbledore says tha tru trusts you two. If you could, please,” Fudge held the vial out to the two lovers.

Harry took the vial first, and with his eyes still firmly on Fudge, he took a sip. Then Harry handed the vial over to Draco, who looked really reluctant to drink, but since Harry had taken some, he decided to join his boyfriend in being foolish.

“Remr, Cr, Cornelius, only ask them about what happened tonight.” Dumbledore warned the Minister.

“Yes, yes, I know, Headmaster.” Fudge sighed, and then after a pause he finally began to ask them questions.

“Did Mr. Malfoy really kidnap you, Draco?” Fudge said, startling both boys. Harry was sure that Fudge would have asked him something first. “Or, did you go willingly?”

Draco shook his head. “I was watching over Harry when he came for me. Goyle and Crabbe tried to save me, but he killed them when they wouldn’t leave my side. I tried tght ght him, but I was feeling helpless with Harry in his coma. Before I could get out of my inanity, Lucius cast the stun spell on me and then he used Floo Powder to take me to the Malfoy Manor.”

“What did he do to you when you got there?”

“He tortured me with the Cruciatus curse for a while, and then put the Sick curse on me before he threw me into my bedroom. I fell asleep from the pain.”

Fudge looked almost sympathetic. He turned to Harry then, who looked outraged by what Draco said. “Mr. Potter. How did you get to the Malfoy Manor? How’d you find your way?”

“I stole my godfather’s flying motorcycle.”

Everyone gasped.

“Your godfather?” Fudge said, still in shock, “And who is your god. . .”

Suddenly, before Dumbledore could intervene, Harry felt a real sharp pain in his scar. Harry fell off of his chair and began to scream, holding foreforehead. Everyone stood up from the shock.

“Harry!” Draco rushed over to his fallen boyfriend’s side. He took Harry’s head in his lap and wrapped his arms around his top half as best he could. “Harry, what’s wrong? Are you ok? Please say something. . .”

The pain was too much for Harry to talk. He buried his face into Draco’s lap, crying out as his scar continued to burn.

“Channel your power, Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore said. “Concentrate, help Harry with his pain. . .”

Draco nodded, as if understanding, and then he began to relax his entire body. He concentrated as hard as he could, tapping deep into the Power Surge that him and Harry shared. He could feel something building in the pit of his stomach and lower abdomen.

He felt it then, the burning pain that Harry felt in his scar, and Draco began to cry out as well. But Draco continued to channel his power with Harry, feeling the intense agony between them begin to fade tquiequiet hum. Harry finally stopped screaming, but he was panting heavily from the aftermath. Draco could feel Harry’s struggle to be back to normal, so he concentrated hard on the Power Surge.

Harry rolled over so that he was looking up into Draco’s face instead of Draco’s crotch. Draco saw the look of pain on Harry’s face, and without thinking why, he bent down to touch Harry’s lips with his own.

Fudge gasped at the sight and then looked over at the Headmaster to see what he’d do. When he saw that Dumbledore was merely smiling, he looked back at the two with a perplexed expression. Surely the Headmaster wouldn’t let this continue?

But Dumbledore did let them continue. The kiss was helping them more than anyone could explain. Draco didn’t know why, and Harry didn’t know why, they just knew that this feeling of lips on lips was more than just a kiss. They felt their souls embracing one another; their Power Surge was becoming so strong that even the Auror (which was guarding) at the other side of Dumbledore’s door had to peek his head in to see what was going on. When the Auror saw the two lovers on the floor, kissing passionately, he blushed and then quietly shut the door.

“I think this interview is over now, Cornelius.” Dumbledore said.

Fudge was about to argue, but then decided not to. Instead, he just nodded and then left the room.

~*~

“Harry! Draco!” Hermione waved them down. The boys were on their way to the kitchens to get some much-deserved food after such a long day, deciding on talking later. Harry’s stomach was growling so loudly that Draco couldn’t stop snickering.

“Hello, Hermione!” Harry smiled. She ran up to him and hugged him tightly. “Hey, I’m sorry that I snapped at you before. . .”

“Oh, it’s ok, Harry. I understand that you were just under stress. I was so worried! Ron is at the Quidditch field doing some practicing. I think he was so worried that he had to go let out his frustration.” Hermione turned to Draco then, and then did something unexpectedly. . . she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m glad that you’re okay too, Draco.”

Draco shook his head, smiling. “I’m glad I’m okay as well. Besides,” He gently broke out of her embrace, “What would the world be like without Draco Malfoy?”

“Pleasant.”

The three turned and saw that Ron was stepping up to them. He was looking at Harry intensely, but his words were for Draco. “At least, my world would be more pleasant. But I know that Harry’s world would be miserable. Am I right?”

Draco snickered. “Harry wouldn’t know what to do with himself. I mean, a person’s wrist can get sore from time to time.”

Harry hit him playfully on the shoulder. “Oh sod off.” They all laughed, but their laughter was halted by the sound of Harry’s stomach. Harry blushed brightly.

“Well, that answers that!” Draco said. He grabbed onto Harry’s elbow, “Let’s get this poor boy something to eat. Are you coming with, Miss Granger?”

“Sure.” Hermione said as she began to follow them.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Ron said, tailing behind Hermione.

“Oh, and mind your love sick puppy, Granger.” Draco said over his shoulder.

Hermione laughed as Ron flashed Malfoy a dangerous glare.

“Draco. Behave yourself.” Harry warned.

“I gotta be me, Lion.” He looked over at Harry and smiled genuinely, “And you are you. . . fantastic you.”

Harry blushed.

~*~

The next morning, Harry and Draco were both woken early by their Head of House and were told to go see Dumbledore immediately. Groggily, Harry put his clothes on and made his way down. Draco was coming up from the dungeons when Harry just arrived at the Great Hall. Harry couldn’t help but notice how adorable Draco looked when he was not fully awake.

“Mornin’ Draco.” Harry said, and then yawned. He just barely noticed that there were a few people already in the Great Hall eating breakfast.

“Good morning, Harry.” Draco said sleepily. “I suppose you’d have an idea of what Dumbledore wants?”

Harry shook his head, “Nope. I hope that it’s not bad. Did Snape tell you the password?”

“Yup. Did McGonagall tell you?”

“Yes, but I was still half asleep when she told me, so I didn’t catch it.”

“It’s Pixie Sticks.”

“Oh, yeah.” Harry smiled.

“Come on, let’s go.” Draco said, noticing that the people in the Great Hall were now staring. Harry nodded, understanding, and followed Draco over to where Dumbledore’s office was located. “I’d have given you a kiss good morning, but I wouldn’t want you to pass out from my morning breath.”

Harry chuckled, “Well, same here. Maybe we’ll cancel each other out?”

Draco laughed whole-heartedly. “Let’s see if your theory is right.” Draco leaned over toward Harry’s face. Harry moved closer so that he could catch his lips. They were a little dry, but they were warm and comforting.

And yes, Draco did have morning breath.

Harry let go of Draco’s lips and muttered the password to the gargoyle statue. It slid away, revealing the stairs that go up to Dumbledore’s office. Harry didn’t have the heart to say anything to his boyfriend about the kiss, so he grabbed onto his arm and pulled him toward the stairs.

“Potter, you need to brush.”

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Speak for yourself, Muddy.”

“Oh shut up. . . Scarhead.” Draco said in a mocking voice. Harry knew that his boyfriend was teasing, so he decided to join him.

“Ferret-face.” Harry retorted with a smile.

“Four-eyed, Skinny-arse.”

“Daddy’s boy.”

“Ohh, that was low, Potter!”

“Thanks. . . Snape’s pet.”

“Dumbledore’s puppet!”

“Voldemort’s love slave!”

“Ewww! Now that’s just plain gross!”

“Boys. . .” Dumbledore was at the top of the stairs. “Are you quite done with flinging insults?”

Harry and Draco both blushed. “Yes sir,” Harry said. They made it into Dumbledore’s office and sat down. Fawkes had instantly flew over to Harry and perched himself onto Harry’s lap. The beautiful Phoenix brought his face close to Harry’s and started to cry. Fawkes’ tears leaked down Harry’s forehead and trailed down his neck to his back. Harry felt all of his aches and pains going away.

Draco knew about the Phoenix’s healing powers and saw the whole thing. He gave his boyfriend a raised brow and looked at him in that knowing way. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were hurting, Harry?”

Harry looked down in embarrassment, “I’m sorry, Draco. I just didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“I will always worry about you.” Draco said, sighing. “You should tell me from now on. I could have whipped up a healing potion for you.”

Harry smiled.

Dumbledore coughed, cheeks tinted. He was obviously embarrassed by the boys’ sappiness. “Let’s get down to business, shall we?”

“Of course. Sorry sir.” Draco said.

“Now, Draco. . . I was going to punish you for your use of the killing curse, but since you’ve already gone through a deal of torture, I will lessen the sentence.”

Draco wasn’t even sure if he wanted to know what Dumbledore was going to do to him, so instead he asked, “Ok, so what’s my punishment now?”

“You will have 10 detentions in a row. . .” Draco stood, wide-eyed, in complete shock, “. . .with Hagrid. Don’t worry, I won’t have you be with Filch, since I know that he gives worse detentions. But your first detention will be with Harry, because he’s getting one for taking off without my permission.”

Harry frowned. “But sir. . . I was. . .”

“Saving your boyfriend’s life, I know. But isn’t a detention worth having Draco by your side again?” Dumbledore winked.

Harry smiled, “Yes, it is.”

“And your first detention won’t be so bad. You both have to go out and find a suitable Christmas tree for the Great Hall. I’m afraid that Hagrid hadn’t had the time to get one this time because he’s been suffering with a nasty cold. He’s just getting over it now, but I figured that it would be a rather nice change for the two of you.”

“Um, thanks, sir. I think.” Harry said. Fawkes flew back up to his perch.

“All right. Now go eat breakfast and get refor for classes. Harry, you and Draco have quite a bit of homework to catch up on.”

Both boys moaned.

~TBC~