Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part two

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 thais iis 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, 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.

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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Breakfast that morning was different, to say the least. The Gryffindor table was strangely silent. There was the occasional cough or burp, but other than that, there wasn’t much gossiping. This was beginning to worry Harry. Had they all figured it out? Did they know what happened down in the dungeons with Draco and that demon imp? Whatever the reason, Harry hoped that they wouldn’t start to hate him for it.

And speak of the devil; there he was at the Slytherin table, looking rather annoyed about something. When Pansy Parkinson walked into the room, Draco looked like he just swallowed something nasty. She looked like she was flaunting something and it upset Draco even more. Suddenly he heard Draco shout,

“Get the hell away from me! Now!!”

Everyone at the table jumped, and so did some of the Gryffindors.

Pansy had this knowing look on her face, looked over at Harry, grinned wickedly, and then sauntered off.

The bitch must know something.

~*~

Potions class was very. . . interesting. The tension between the two houses was evident. Even Millicent and Lavender seem to be arguing harsher than usual.

“If I have any more of your lip I’ll smack you in the chops, I’m just in the mood!” Lavender growled.

Bulstrode stuck her tongue out as a dare, and then suddenly they were on the floor trying to gouge each other’s eyes out. Snape had broken up their fight with a repel charm and took points from Gryffindor. Lavender was so upset that she looked about ready to pound even the professor for his unfairness.

“That’s what you get, Brown.” Bulstrode said with a wide grin.

“Stuff it!” Lavender growled. She used all of her willpower not to grab a hold of Bulstrode’s head and bash it into the table.

Ron and Draco weren’t getting along very well. Snape thought it was amusing to put the two together for this particular lesson. Harry ended up being paired with Pansy, who kept giving him the evil eye every time he looked at her. And Hermione ended up with Goyle, who kept giving her fishy lips. Hermione had the urge to stick the vial in her hand up his nose.

Suddenly, Ron had said something very nasty, and uncalled for, about Draco’s heritage (being inbred) and that had been the last straw for the Slytherin. He started in on Ron’s family down to the last red, dot-to-dot freckle and they ended up in an up-close and personal yelling match, spit flying everywhere.

Just before Snape could break the two up, Harry had jumped up out of his chair and told Ron, in a rather loud voice, to shut up.

The whole class had gone silent.

~*~
That evening, Harry and Draco were having another one of their wonderful conversations after their last class.

“You are an idiot!” Draco sneered. Harry wished that he could kiss that look off of his face. All Harry did was stick up for Draco when Ron said something a bit uncalled for, making his best friend leery of him for the rest of the class.

“Oh? And you aren’t?”

“You are a sentimental fool!” Draco shouted.

“And you’re a bully who needs attention!”

“Why are you trying to figure me out, Potter? It really is no use.”

Harry shrugged, “You’re Slytherin, not evil.”

“How do you know?” Draco smirked.

“Well, maybe your father is, but you have the rest of your life to figure out what you are.”

Draco tisked, shaking his head, “Is the great Harry Potter finished now? Can I leave? Or was there a point to this argument?”

“Um, well, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Harry wrung his hands nervously.

Draco raised a brow. “Oh?”

“Um, about. . . about last night. . .”

The sound of Hermione’s voice interrupted Harry. “There you are, Harry! They’re about ready to start the Quidditch match!”

“I know that, Hermione.” Harry sighed. He was half glad that she interrupted what he was about to say.

“Then what are you doing talking to Malfoy?”

Draco grinned, “Hello, Mudblood.”

Hermione ignored him, and Harry gave him a warning glare. He turned back to Hermione and noticed that she was trying to let Draco’s insult slide by. He wondered then if she knew something too.

“I was just asking him something. . .” Harry started.

Hermione saw that Harry still had his bite mark showing. She looked back and forth from Harry to Malfoy. Suddenly, she smiled and said, “I see.”

Harry caught the look that she was giving them, “It’s not what you think, ‘Mione.”

Draco laughed, “’Mione?”

Hermione gave Draco a quick glare before looking back to Harry. “No? Then what?”

Harry’s cheeks tinted pink. “Never mind. I should go get ready.” He walked away.

“Knock’em dead, Harry!” Hermione said, smiling.

Draco picked up his Nimbus 2001 and gave Hermione a hackneyed look. “Don’t encourage him, it just makes his head swell more.”

Hermione did the last thing he thought she’d ever do. She laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Demanded Draco.

She smiled, “You two! I mean. . . it’s so obvious!”

Draco glared, “What is obvious, Mudblood?”

At that time, Ron had just arrived. “Hey! Shut your damn mouth, Malfoy!”

“Oh, pardon me. I didn’t know that Granger’s shadow was here.”

Ron glared, “Say that again, Slytherin trash, and you’ll be missing a few teeth.”

“I’m sure Madam Pomfrey could fix me up in a jiffy. Don’t you think?”

Before Ron could retort, Hermione gave him a look that clearly said that she didn’t want to hear any more insults. Ron sighed, dropping his tense stature and just walked off. Hermione sighed and then looked back at Draco, who was looking at her with a shocked expression.

“Um. . . good luck, Malfoy.” She said, before following Ron out.

Draco’s jaw dropped. He stood there completely stunned for about a minute before he realized that there was a game that needed to be played and that he needed to get his arse into gear and get out to the field. He ran toward the Quidditch pitch, clutching his broomstick rather tightly. Damn that know-it-all girl!

~*~

The match had started off very harsh.

It had been a while since the two teams had been able to compete against each other. Last time it was Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. It was a rather intense match, but Gryffindor still won. The match before that one was Slytherin versus Hufflepuff. Those poor Hufflepuffs didn’t know what hit them. They just didn’t have the courage; it seemed, to do anything about the nasty way the Slytherins played.

Harry was on the lookout for the snitch, high above the Quidditch field, when a streak of silver and green whizzed by him.

“I don’t have time for any face sucking today, Potter.” Draco said as he zoomed by.

Harry shook his head. He had no idea what had gotten into his blond boyfriend lately. Draco had been more moody than usual, especially since he had left the dungeons and Harry had confronted him. Something must of happened to him while Harry was unconscious. Either that or the thought of that Demon imp using Draco like a puppet stirred some uneasy feelings inside of him.

‘Maybe he needed an enema.’ Harry thought, and then laughed. ‘Or a good romp between the sheets.’ At this, he blushed. Not a good thing to think about when one was playing Quidditch and trying to look for an elusive golden ball, with wings.

Speaking of which, he just saw it off to his right. He turned his broom in that direction and sped toward it as fast as he could before Draco noticed him.

Unfortunately, Draco did see Harry diving for the snitch and soon he was hot on Harry’s tail.

They were aware of each other, but were also trying to ignore each other. Harry encouraged his broom to move even faster as he gaine the the snitch in front of him. Harry was so focused on the little golden ball, however, that he failed to notice a bludger coming straight at him.

But Draco saw it.

“Harry! Look out!”

Before Harry could even react, he had been knocked off course and he felt himself spinning out of control. It had been a warm body that hit him.

Harry looked around in anger, trying to find Draco so that he could yell all kinds of profanities at him.

He found Draco seconds later, on the ground, out cold.

“Draco!” Harry dove his Firebolt down to the ground, completely forgetting about the snitch. To Harry, this was more important.

When he reached the ground, he saw what had happened. A bludger had hit Draco straight in his chest, which was heaving and his breathing sounded raspy. Harry tried his hardest not to burst into tears as he looked upon his battered boyfriend.

The whole stadium was now on their feet, watching this very unusual drama unfolding before them.

Somewhere in the distance, Harry heard Hooch blow her whistle for a time out. He knelt down to Draco’s side, gently placed a hand onto Draco’s chest, and could instantly tell that some of his ribs where broken, caved in. Harry bit his lip. ‘I will not cry. . . I will not cry. . . I will NOT cry. . .’

Both teams had now swooped down and surrounded the two Seekers, not knowing what to do until Hooch arrived with Pomfrey. The Slytherin team looked more confused than the Gryffindor’s did, however.

When Harry felt eyes upon him, he looked up. He saw the confusion in his teammates’ faces, mixed with some wonder and awe. In the Slytherin faces, they looked more worried and full of fear as they stared at their captain.

Finally, someone had broken the morbid silence.

“He’s not dead, is he?” The trembling voice was from Neville.

“N-no. . .” Harry’s own voice cracked. He felt hot stinging tears welling up in the bottoms of his eyes. “No, he’s. . . breathing.”

“Are you ok, Harry?” Ron asked.

Harry looked up at his redheaded friend. Harry saw something akin to worry in Ron’s face. But was it more for Harry or for Draco? Or maybe for both.

“I. . .” Harry couldn’t answer. If he said anything, he’d break down in front of them all. He felt himself shaking uncontrollably. He couldn’t lie to his best friend, to his team, to his opponents. . . there was no way he could avoid it. Perhaps he was going too soft, but he didn’t care.

Harry was torn.

Draco had just saved Harry from a bludger. He had just saved him. . . again. Him, Harry, his rival and secret lover, his magic-mingler. . .

Someone suddenly began to weep softly. Harry looked up and saw that it was Pansy. She had buried her face in her hands. Just watching her cry was starting to do it in for him. But Harry continued to fight the tears.

Why was he so afraid to show his tears, in front of everyone? Was he really a coward for merely crying over an injured opponent?

No, Draco wasn’t just an opponent, or rival. He was Harry’s all. . . his heart, his soul. . . he had admitted this the day that he had first discovered his feelings for the blond Slytherin. And he had felt those feelings grow the day of their first date. . . and then when Draco saved him and brought the bezoars back so that Sprout could live. Draco wasn’t evil. Draco wasn’t the bad guy. Draco was his love.

Harry leaned forward, touching his forehead to Draco’s sweaty one, and began to bawl. Round, fat tears flowed down his flushed cheeks, his glasses fogged up instantly, and he felt the urge to use a handkerchief.

He heard someone else start in on the sobbing. It sounded like Neville. Harry supposed that seeing him, the great Harry Potter, losing it, brought him to tears.

“Out of the way! Out of the way!” Madam Pomfrey got the crowd to part. She stopped dead in her tracks the moment she saw Harry bowed over Draco’s lifeless form. “Harry, please move. I must heal him now.”

At that, Harry got up and gave the nurse the room she needed. He had left long salty trails across Draco’s forehead.

‘He’ll be fine.’ Harry berated with himself. ‘Pomfrey’s here. He will be fine.’

Ron was looking as close to sympathy as one could get. He was staring at Harry, whose cheeks were still flushed and wet, with a new perspective.

Finally, Ron had put two and two together, and to him it equaled disaster.

~TBC~