Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part twenty

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 Brandy and Mori 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.

A lemon scene here. You have been forewarned, again. This time the classiness had been thrown out the window. ^_^

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Harry and Draco had finally gotten the very large tree down. Draco whipped out his wand and did the levitation spell on it. The tree was easily lifted up off the snowy ground, and like a green, fuzzy javelin, it began to fly slowly toward Hogwarts’ front doors; Harry and Draco standing next to it.

Draco smiled, “Piece o’ cake, huh, Harry?”

“You are a smug git, you know that?”

Draco shrugged, smirking. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

~*~

The moment they entered the Great Hall, they saw a round table with what looked like a small Christmas feast on it. In the middle of the table, there was a folded up letter.

Draco levitated the tree up in its spot while Harry went to check whatwhat the note said. The folded up letter was actually a card. It looked like it was homemade, and it felt like one of those really expensive gift cards that you get at a Hallmark shop, heavy and rough. The front of the card/letter just had Harry and Draco’s names done in script. Harry flipped the front over and read.

To Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy,

I know that getting the tree had caused you two to miss this evenings feast, so I took the liberty to have some left for you, as I red red you’d be very hungry after your hard work. Please enjoy, and have fun decorating. Try not to get into any fights.

Dumbledore

Harry chuckled. “Well, let’s get started on the tree.”

“You do realize, Harry,” Draco said, crossing his arms in a mummy fashion, “that we will be all alone?”

Harry turned his head and gazed into Draco’s silvery eyes. He smiled softly, “Yes, I realize that. What’s on your mind, Dragon?”

Draco’s face lit up at the sound of Harry’s choice of pet name. “Well, *Lion*, I don’t think I really need to get into detail here, do I? I mean, look at this. . .” Draco walked around to the other side of the table and picked up what was unmistakably a leg of lamb. “A romantic dinner, a Christmas tree by a roaring fire. . . it all adds up, don’t you think?”

Harry blushed a bit, knowing exactly what Draco was thinking. Draco set the mutton down and then put his fists on his hips. “Well??”

“Well,” Harry looked up at the tree, “Let’s get started on decorating, and . . .” He looked back over at his boyfriend, watching the light from the fireplace make his face almost glow. “When we’re done with that, we can eat our dinner, and then. . .” Harry whispered, “We can do whatever it is that is on your mind. . .”

Draco gave Harry a raised eyebrow, and this got Harry blushing even more. Draco was just so damn irresistible when he did that expression.

“Oh, but, Harry dearest, who will get to be Top?”

Harry smirked, “We’ll have to see about that, won’t we?” He turned away and then took out his wand, preparing to levitate the ornaments onto the tree. “Besides,” Harry said after a minute, “Whoever said that one couldn’t be Top and still be the Bottom?”

Draco looked at Harry in confusion. “You’re not making sense here, Harry. When one is Top, one is in control. If I’m Top, then you will be the one spreading your thighs.”

Harry chuckled, “Not necessarily, my dear Slytherin. You could be Top and still be the one *spreading* yourself.”

Draco walked over behind Harry and wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor’s shoulders. “Whoever said that it would be ME doing the spreading?”

“I said. You were just so good last time, Dragon, that I just have to have another taste.” Harry turned his head and smirked. Draco smirked back, in a challenging way.

“We’ll just see about that.”

“Oh?”

Draco leaned his face around Harry’s shoulder to reach at Harry’s lips. It was a soft, sweeping kiss, but too quick for Draco’s liking. Harry turned back around and started the task at hand. Draco scowled and joined his boyfriend in the decorating.

“I *will* be the dominate one this time, Potter.”

Harry snickered. “Wrestle you for it.”

“But of course. It’s half the fun.”

~*~

The tree was finished way before they both knew it, and they were now at the dinner table, eating peacefully.

Well, as peacefully as they could. Draco kept giving Harry subtle hints about what he wanted to do to him, causing Harry to almost choke on his pumpkin pie. But Harry got him back when he was taking a sip of his eggnog. Harry mentioned how he liked to let his imagination run away with him and that he had always wanted to know what it was like to lick his favorite sauce off of the other boy’s body. Draco spit out his drink at the thought, cheeks tinting bright pink.

“You think you can out seduce me, Potter? I think not.”

“I think I’m doing a rather lovely job at seducing you.”

Draco looked down at his plate, noticing that he was almost finished. He looked over at the fireplace, next to the twinkling Christmas tree. There was a fur skin rug lying at the front of the fire. Draco grinned wickedly.

“Hey, Potter. . . do you like gravy?”

Harry raised a brow.

Harry lay down on the skin rug, shirtless, with Draco Malfoy straddling his waist. Draco had his hands on Harry’s bare chest as he leaned down to take Harry’s lips with his. One of his hands moved down Harry’s body, stopping at the edge of Harry’s trousers.

The touches were so gentle that Harry almost didn’t notice Draco trying to unbutton his jeans. Harry brought his hands down to stop Draco, shocking him out of his lust filled haze. Draco was about to protest but Harry lifted his hands up to his mouth, kissed t and and then moved them up over his head. Draco got the hint almost instantly and he grabbed onto Harry’s wrists harshly and pinned them to either side of Harry’s head. Draco moved down again, smirk of triumph on his face, and kissed Harry deeply.

Harry moaned loudly in Draco’s mouth, letting him know just how much he was enjoying the roughness. Draco smiled into Harry’s lips as he took Harry’s hands and crossed them, holding them with one hand, and then directing theer der down to his waist again.

“You’re all mine, Lion. All mine. . .” Draco growled possessively. He ripped Harry’s belt from around his waist, and then undid Harry’s pants.

“Oh, yes. . .”

“. . . covered in gravy. . .”

“. . . and mashed potatoes. . .”

“. . . and cherry pie. . .”

“Pumpkin. . .”

“Whatever. . .”

Draco picked up a ladle and started to pour some warm, brown gravy over Harry’s stomach. “Happy Christmas to me. . .” Draco chuckled.

Harry arched up as Draco proceeded to lick up his stomach and over his chest. Harry shivered.

“The best way to eat,” Draco said. Harry nodded in agreement.

A few more minutes of eating off one another, they both found themselves naked and sweaty, rubbing up against each other. Harry used as much strength as he could and he rolled them over so that now he was on top of Draco. Before the Slytherin could even whine or pout about being Bottom, Harry had his lips attached to his.

As they rubbed against each other and kissed feverishly, Draco recalled what Harry had said a while ago. Draco placed his fingers into the gravy bowl and then moved them between Harry’s legs. Harry gasped at the feel of the warmth on him. This was definitely a kinky side he had never seen in his boyfriend before.

“Remember, Potter, just because you’re on Top doesn’t make you the dominate one.” Draco spread his lover’s cheeks and slowly pushed into Harry.

“Ahhh!” Harry sat up, clinging to Draco’s sides as he felt the impalement. Draco put his hands onto Harry’s hips and directed his body down more. Harry was shaking like mad, throwing his head back to almost scream. This was a great position, Draco thought, as he thrust his hips upward. It felt so good being inside of his lover. Especially when Harry would clench his inner muscles over him as he moved faster.

It was a good fifteen minutes of heated shagging before the doors to the Great Hall burst open.

Both Harry and Draco froze instantly. Their eyes slowly moved toward the intruding person. Harry felt Draco’s heckles rising, but when they saw who caught them in the act, they both blushed furiously. Harry grabbed onto the sides of the skin rug and tried to cover themselves better, but to no avail.

“Mr. Potter, Dobby has been in your room waiting for. . .” Professor McGonagall stopped in mid-sentence and gasped very loudly. Her entire face went bright red and she closed her eyes. “Potter, Malfoy, this is inappropriate behavior! I must insist that you get dressed and march your sorry carcasses up to the Headmaster’s office, now!” She turned to leave, but then stopped. “And 20 points will be taken from BOTH houses! Honestly, boys, couldn’t you two wait until. . . couldn’t you two do it in a more exclusive. . . you shouldn’t have done anything at all and. . . oh, just get your CLAD butts up to Dumbledore’s immediately!” And then she stormed off, still red as a tomato.

Harry slumped down into Draco’s arms. He buried his flushing face in the crook of Draco’s neck and groaned.

“I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life!”

~*~*~

“I have never been so infuriated in my entire life!” Draco grumbled on the way to Dumbledore’s office. He was not happy with the interruption or getting points taken away just for making love to his boyfriend.

“Look on the bright side, Draco, at least we didn’t get another detention.”

“I still have nine left to do before the end of this year.” Draco growled. “And that was the best position. . . it was our first time in that position too, and the stupid bint goes and interrupts us! Damn her!”

Harry put a reassuring arm around Draco’s waist. “We can do that position next time if you want.”

Draco leaned his head down onto Harry’s shoulder. “Thanks, Lion.” He looked down at himself. “I’m so pissed. I’ve never had blue balls like this before! It’s maddening! Does she have any idea what she has done to me??”

“Calm down, Dragon.” Harry said, rubbing Draco’s back. “If I know Dumbledore, he’ll be more am by by this than angry.”

“If you say so.” Draco sighed.

~*~

Amused was the right word, apparently. When Harry and Draco got there, Professor McGonagall was there already, talking vigorously to Dumbledore. But the whole time that McGonagall was red and shaken, Dumbledore was smiling and nodding.

“Albus, please think about this. . . two stud sha shagging in the Great Hall, next to the Christmas tree. . . anyone could have walked in on them!”

“Yes, yes, I understand, Minerva, really. But I think it’s better that they were getting along with each other and not fighting.” Dumbledore looked over Professor McGonagall’s shoulder and smiled. “Hello, boys. Please be seated.”

Harry was shaking and still embarrassed. Draco was looking rather peeved off.

“Sir, we’re sorry that we. . .” Harry began.

“I’m not.” Draco sneered. “Our private time was interrupted! I am so enraged by this. . .”

Professor McGonagall turned on her heels to glare at Draco. “You have nothing to complain about, Mr. Malfoy! YOU were doing something very inappropriate in a very open and public place! It was indecent and wrong and you know it!”

“Calm yourself, Minerva.” Dumbledore said. “And have a soothing cup of Earl Grey.” He poured the teacher some tea.

Still fuming, McGonagall took the offered tea and sipped it three times before she set it down.

“Now, boys. . .” She sounded a bit calmer, “I hope that you two will NOT be doing something like this again. Next time I catch you, you will have detention. And then next time after that I will expel you; both of you. I don’t like taking points away from my own House,” She looked pointedly at Harry.

Harry hung his head, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Well?” She rounded on Draco, “Is that understood, Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco sighed, “Yes. Understood.”

“Good. Now I must go and help prepare for the Christmas party. . .” she sighed warily and left.

Draco looked up and watched the Headmaster, preparing himself for a lecture that he was sure was about to come. Harry was still embarrassed, staring at the floor.

“I understand how much you two love each other, but Professor McGonagall is right. Therefore, I think that it would be a good idea to place the two of you into your own room.”

Harry’s head snapped up. “S-sir? You want us to share a room?? Are you positive?”

Dumbledore nodded, eyes twinkling. “Yes, Harry. Just make sure that you use that room for your more *private* meetings.”

Both Draco and Harry sighed in relief. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome. Be glad that it wasn’t Professor Snape that caught you. He wouldn’t be as lenient.”

Harry and Draco both smiled. They were pretty lucky, weren’t they?

~*~

Harry went up to the Gryffindor Tower to let his friends know, and to see Dobby. He didn’t mean to brush Dobby off like that last night, he just had a more pressing issue at the time. To Harry, Draco was always a pressing issue, or just an issue. He had wanted to ask Draco what it was that he took from the Manor that night, the thing that was poking him in the back, but decided to wait another day to ask him about it. Besides, if it was really important, Draco would tell him, wouldn’t he?

“Hello, Harry.” Ron said as he entered the common room. Ron had a book in his hands. Harry tilted his head to see what the title of the book was. To his surprise, it looked like a Muggle book. It was a small, white one with a picture of a chess piece on it. The title was ‘Chess Traps, Pitfalls & Swindles: How to set them and how to avoid them,’ by I.A. Horowitz & Fred Reinfeld.

“Hey Ron. Good book?”

Ron smiled, “Oh yeah. It’s very interesting. I also have this other book: Winning Chess Traps by Irving Chernev.” He closed his book and then looked up at his friend. “So, what did Dumbledore have to say? Hermione said that she heard you were sent up there for something bad, but I don’t believe her because what would you do in detention that would be considered bad?”

Harry blushed. “Well, me and Draco got caught. . . you know. . .” he looked down at his shoes.

“Oh? Er. . . Oh!” Ron was trying not to blush and he held in his look of disgust. “Don’t go into details, okay?”

“Yeah, ok. But, um, Dumbledore is putting us into our own room, together.”

“What?? Why???” Ron jumped up to his feet.

“Well, I’m not too sure why, but I think it might benefit the both of us. And plus, I think that Dumbledore knows that if he didn’t give us our own room, we’d be found in some other place shagging, or snogging, or something similar.”

“It’s a good point. I don’t want to wake up to see Malfoy in your bed half naked!”

Harry chuckled, “Oh come on, Ron. Draco’s got a nice body!”

“To you he does!” Ron huffed. “Myself? I’ll stick with Hermione.” Then he made an animalistic growling noise in his throat. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Well, I better go see what Dobby wanted. See you later, Ron.”

“Yeah, yeah, have fun. Remember to come visit me and ‘Mione sometime in between screwing, okay?”

Harry laughed. “As long as you two aren’t screwing, we will.”

~*~

Harry made it up to the sixth year dorm and opened the door. Dobby had seated himself on his bed and when Harry came in, Dobby leapt up in joy and ran over to him. Dobby flung his arms around Harry’s waist, almost toppling him.

“Harry Potter, sir! Dobby is so glad to see you!”

“Me too, Dobby. How are you? What did you want to talk to me about?”

Dobby looked down and was fidgeting badly. Harry thought he saw a tint of pink around the house elf’s face.

“It’s about. . . it’s about Keiwi. . .”

Harry stuck his finger in his ear and rotated it. He didn’t think he heard that right from the way that it sounded. “Um, come again, Dobby? Did you say ‘Keiwi’?”

“Yes, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby has weird. . . feelings. Dobby thinks that it is because of the freedom, but Winky doesn’t think it is. Winky is always picking on Dobby, saying that I have fallen in love with Keiwi, but I don’t think that is what it is. Harry Potter must please help Dobby! Dobby is so, so confused!”

Harry sighed heavily. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to explain things to Dobby, but he gave it a shot. Harry had an idea of what Dobby was talking about, even though he wasn’t sure himself. The poor elf looked like he was about to cry.

“Look, Dobby, um. . . I know how you feel. I felt that way too when Draco started to be a bit nicer to me and. . . when he put that Protection spell on me. I was angry with him, but as time went by. . . I began to understand my feelings. I think that you just need to wait it out, see what happens. It might take a while, maybe a week, but it will come to you one day. You will be able to feel a change, and when it comes, don’t be afraid of it. If Keiwi feels tame,ame, then go for it. Don’t be afraid of love, no matter whom it’s with. If Keiwi makes you happy, then that’s all that matters.”

Dobby had large crocodile tears in his eyes. “Oh, Harry Potter is so wise!! Harry Potter is so, so kind! I will do as you say and wait, see what Keiwi feels too. Thank you, Harry Potter, sir!” Dobby squeezed Harry hard.

Harry gasped, surprised that the house elf was that strong. “No problem, Dobby. If you have any more questions or problems you can always come to me and Draco, too.”

Dobby finally let go of Harry’s waist. He was looking much happier than he had in a long time. “Thank you so much, Harry Potter!! I will go tell Winky and see what she thinks. Then maybe talk to Keiwi.”

Dobby ran out of the room before Harry could answer. Harry sighed, slumping his shoulders, and then looked around his old room. It seemed that all of his stuff had already gone to the room that he and Draco were to share. Harry did a double check, making sure that everything of his was gone. He felt stupid afterwards. Of course, all of his stuff was gone! Magic didn’t make mistakes.

Harry turned back around before walking out the door. He took one last look at his old bed, and then smiled.

Everything was about to change.

For the better, or for worse?

~TBC~

I thought that this was going to be the last chapter, but it seems there will be either one more or two. But it’s very close. Whew! ^_^;