Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part three

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, 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 later)

Year: 6th

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

###Dream sequence###
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

###
Draco felt his feet movingtheitheir own towards the lake. His heart leapt into his throat. ‘This is the place where me and Harry had our first date.’

And speaking of the goodie-goodie, there he was, standing along the riverbank, barefooted, his robes bellowing behind him from the wind.

Draco moved closer, anxious to see his boyfriend’s leafy-green eyes again and feel his bold, strong arms around him.

“Hey, Potter. What are you doing?”

Harry didn’t turn to look at Draco. He just continued to stare out into the water. Draco’s eyes wandered out to where Harry’s was looking and saw the giant squid peeking its head out from the surface.

“Potter, are you going to answer me?”

There was a strange silence between them before Harry spoke.

“The future is us.”

Draco blinked. “Come again?”

Harry then turned to face him, “The future is us.” He repeated.

“So that means *what* exactly?”

Harry walked up to Draco, taking off his glasses. Slowly he put them on Draco’s face. “We are the future for all wizard-kind.”

Through Harry’s spectacles, Draco saw that Harry had dried blood and dirt on his face, neck, and hands. When Draco took them off, Harry looked clean again.

“Why are *we* the future?” Draco finally asked. He didn’t seem fazed by what he just saw.

Suddenly they were on their broomsticks facing each other. Draco wondered what happened only for a few seconds before Harry leaned forward and gently kissed him. The kiss was like their first one, even the feel of their magic flowing through each other.

When Harry finally let go of Draco’s lips, he said, “We are one. Together we’re stronger. Together we’re unbeatable. We are bound.”

“By what?”

Harry grinned very un-Potterish-like, “You do not know?”

Draco shook his head.

Harry laughed hard. . . and wickedly.

###

Draco woke up with a start.

All at once, he realized that he was in the infirmary. He slowed his breathing down before he looked over and saw Harry sitting in a chair, chin resting on his chest, fast asleep.

‘What the hell kind of dream was that?’ Draco thought angrily. ‘I seem to be having very strange ones of late. I wonder if I need my head checked?’ He watched as Harry twitched and then suddenly sat up straighter in the chair, blinking his eyes lazily.

“Oh.” Harry smiled, “You’re awake. You feeling ok?”

Draco propped himself up against the headboard, “Just super. Did you stay here all night?”

“Yes.” Harry continued to smile.

Draco narrowed his eyes, “Did you eat?”

Harry laughed softly. “Will you quite worrying about my health, Draco? I’m fine.”

Draco sighed, “So you say.”

There was silence for a while as they would look at each other and then off into another direction with a slight blush.

“Er, well. . .”

“Y-yeah. . .”

“So then. . . Everyone knows about us, I take it?”

“Um. . . yes, I’m sure. I couldn’t hold in my emotions. Pansy started to cry, and then, I think, after Neville saw the look in my eyes he started, and that’s when I began to cry my eyes out over you, and then Hermione was weeping softly and. . . well, most of your team was so upset that they. . . and then of course there’s this weird truce between our Houses going on and. . .”

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“You’re babbling.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Harry blushed.

After a while, Draco said, “A truce, huh? Are you positive?”

“Yeah. It feels like one anyways. In Potions class today NO ONE was arguing or fighting. Everyone was getting along. It was really starting to scare Snape.”

“So I’ve been out of it for a day?”

“Yeah. Um, Crabbe and Goyle were arguing over who would take your homework to you, but Blaise stepped in and said that he’d do it. They didn’t seem too happy, but they also seemed too scared of Blaise to do anything about it.”

Draco smiled and looked over at the dresser next to him. Sure enough, his books were sitting there along with parchments of his assignments. “Good ol’ Blaise. Yeah, I can count on HIM to get me all of my homework.” He leaned over closer to say in a low voice, “Just between you and me, I trust Zabini way more than I do those two goons.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because he doesn’t support Voldemort, that’s why.”

Harry chuckled, “Oh, that’s right, you don’t either.”

“I support some of his ideals, BUT he is an idiot and he’s going about things the wrong way. I wouldn’t follow him if he were the last pureblood wizard, and that’s saying something.”

“Yes, it is.”

There was silence and then.

“Wait a minute,” Harry blinked. “You support some of his ideals?? Like what, exactly?”

“Don’t get your undies in a bunch, Potter. st tst think that Muggles should learn to respect us Witches and Wizards, that’s all. Especially us pureblooded ones.”

“And if it wasn’t for the Muggles, we’d be extinct.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, “Don’t you start preaching right and wrong to me, Potter. I’m really not in the mood!”

“Fine then. I guess I’ll just let you rest.” Harot uot up and walked over to the door.

“Wait, where do you think you’re going? You don’t have my permission to leave yet!”

“Huh? D jus just hear something? Oh, maybe that was the wind being blown out of someone’s sail. . . a pureblood sail that won’t be around for much long. . .”

“All right, already!! I fucking apologize!! Damn it all, Potter, get your skinny arse over here NOW!”

Harry grinned triumphantly as he walked back toward his boyfriend’s bedside.

~*~

“I mean it, Hermione! This is NOT a good thing!”

Hermione had crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot, and glared at her redhead boyfriend. “And I say that it IS! I mean, have you ever heard of opposites attract?”

“Yes, but this is WAY different!”

“It’s not any different than me and you. I mean, look at us now. We’re fighting!”

“We’re not fighting, we’re discussing an issue.”

“Very loudly.” Ginny said as she sat down in one of the chairs in the common room.

“Be quiet, Gin! This doesn’t concern you!”

“Oh no, of course NOT! Nothing seems to *concern* me!” She leapt up from the chair and stormed out of the room through the portrait.

Hermione sighed heavily, “Now look at what you did, you dunderhead! Go apologize to her!”

“I will later. Right now we’re discussing something! And I say that we should do something about it!”

“Like what? He won’t listen! Besides, we’ll talk to him tonight when he gets back, then we’ll figure this whole thing out. Why do you have to be so stubborn about this, Ron?”

“Because it’s MALFOY, that’s why!!”

“So what??? You don’t think Harry can take care of himself? I mean, look at Zabini and Padma!”

“Uh, er. . . so? Zabini doesn’t support You-Know-Who!”

“And you think Draco does?”

Ron gaped in silence. Both from the question and Hermione saying Malfoy’s first name.

Hermione threw her arms up into the air, “Oh, for crying out loud! I give up! I’m letting Harry deal with you.” She went up the stairs that led to the girl’s dorm.

After a minute or so, Ron said, “Fine! Be that way!”

~*~

Ron had looked everywhere for his little sister, but he couldn’t find her. She wasn’t in the Great Hall, or the Library, or the girl’s bathroom, or any of the other classes.

He was just about to go look in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom when he was suddenly face to face with his best friend.

“Hey, Harry. Um, you’re back.”

Harry blinked in confusion, wondering why Ron looked so forlorn. “Yeah, I was just on my way to the common room. Where are *you* going?”

“Um. . . I got my sister mad at me and so I’m looking for her. Have you seen her?”

“Er, no, I haven’t. Where’s Hermione? Why isn’t she with you?”

“She’s mad at me too, so she went up to her room.” Ron ranked his fingers through his hair, “I am such a moron. How can she put up with me?”

Harry shrugged, “Cause she loves you?”

Ron snickered, “Oh yeah, that’s right. Um, Harry, me and ‘Mione were going to talk to you about. . . um. . . him. I mean, I don’t understand why you’d want to be with HIM of all people, but. . .”

“You mean Draco?”

“Are we ALL on first name basis with him now?? I, for one, am not!”

“You don’t have to be. Does Hermione call him Draco?”

“Yeah. And it’s irritating. I mean, she’s my girlfriend and she can call him by his first name! He doesn’t call her Hermione, so why does she do it?”

“Her way of saying truce, maybe?”

Ron sighed, “Harry. . . do you really, um. . . you know?”

“Love Draco?” Ron nodded, turning pink. “Yes, I do. I’m not so sure about how deep his feelings are, but he did save me. For some reason his Avada Kedavra worked when mine didn’t.”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before either of them spoke.

“Why don’t you check Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom for your sister?”

“I was going to.”

“Oh. . . right.”

“If she’s not there, then I’m going to Dumbledore.”

Harry’s memory suddenly jolted. ‘That’s right! I was going to go to Dumbledore and ask him about the magic connection between me and Draco!’

“Hey, good idea.” Harry said, “I think I’ll go with you.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore anyways.”

“Ok.” Ron smiled. He was a bit happier to get to spend some time with his friend, finally.

~*~

After they had thoroughly searched Myrtle’s bathroom, and had finally put up with enough of her sobbing, they went straight to the Headmaster’s place.

“Do you know the password?” Ron asked.

“Um, no. Maybe we should go ask Professor McGonagall.”

“Ri—ight. She’d be thrilled to know that Ginny’s missing.”

“And Dumbledore wouldn’t?”

“She’ll take points away or something! Besides, we’re supposed to be in our dorm right now, not wandering around.”

“I think if you explain to her that Ginny ran off and we have been looking for her, she’d help us.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Harry and Ron found Professor McGonagall in her classroom grading papers.

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasely, you’re not supposed to be here.”

“We need Professor Dumbledore’s password. We have to speak to him.”

“Is it urgent?” McGonagall asked.

“Yes.” Harry said. “Ron can’t find his sister and I need to talk to him about something personal.”

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, “Well, give me a hint on this personal thing and maybe I’ll let you have the password.”

Harry licked his lips nervously. “It’s about Draco Malfoy.”

Ron nodded to show that Harry’s was telling the truth.

McGonagall sighed, “Very well. The password is Minty Cakes. And I would advise, Mr. Weasely, that you keep a better eye on your sister.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Ron exhaled.

~*~

The two reached Dumbledore’s office, spoke the password to the Gargoyle, and slipped inside. On the top of the stairs, Harry knocked on the door. He hoped that Dumbledore was on good terms right now.

“Enter.” They both heard. Slowly they opened the door and wandered in. The inside was just like Harry had remembered it. Fawkes was asleep in the corner. “Good evening boys. Thirsty?”

“No thanks.” Harry declined gently. “We have something to talk to you about.”

Professor Dumbledore steepled his fingers, “I’m listening.”

Harry looked over at Ron, egging him to go first. Ron raised his brow and pointed at himself, mouthing ‘me?’ Harry nodded. Ron sighed.

“Sir, I was hoping you could tell me where I might find my sister. I upset her by accident and she took off. I have been looking all over the school and I can’t find her.”

“Have you looked by the lake?”

“Um, no.”

“Did you look up on the third floor?”

Ron’s eyes widened, “No! She better not be up there!”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll talk to Filch and ask him if he’s seen her anywhere. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that he doesn’t torture her or anything of the sort.” His eyes twinkled.

“Ok. Thanks sir. I’ll go look out by the lake now. Later Harry.” Ron waved.

“See ya, Ron.” Harry said as Ron closed the door behind him.

“Ok, Harry. What’s your problem?”

Harry sighed. This was it. Hopefully Draco wouldn’t be too angry with him. “Well, sir, it’s about Draco.”

“Your boyfriend?”

Harry felt his cheeks begin to burn. “Y-yeah. You s-see. . . whenever me and Draco, um. . . whenever we. . . k-kiss. . .” Harry buried his face into his hands.

Dumbledore had a look of amusement on his face, but he stayed silent, letting Harry slowly get over his embarrassment.

Harry took a deep breath and removed his hands from his flushed face. He looked down at Professor Dumbledore’s desk, staring into the bowl of assorted candy. “. . . W-we feel our magic, I mean, I can feel Draco’s magic and he can feel mine. It. . . it seems to mingle in our m-mouth and. . . um, it’s like our magic gets frisky or something. Is there a reason for this, or is that a normal thing for Wizards?”

He heard Dumbledore sigh. “This is not a normal thing, no.”

Harry looked up into the Headmaster’s eyes. They were twinkling with mirth and Harry felt himself flush harder. “Do you know what it is, sir?”

“It is not too uncommon, but it is also a hard thing to come by. This is especially odd because you two are from different Houses. I think there’s more here than meets the eye.” Dumbledore closed his eyes as i was was concentrating, but he could also be getting ready to deliver the final blow to Harry.

“It’s not a bad thing, is it?” Harry hoped.

“Oh, dear me, no. This is ally lly a very good thing. I just never heard of two people from different Houses, same sex, and opposite ways of magic, to have a Power Surge.”

Harry blinked. “A what, sir?”

“A Power Surge. Hmm. . . how should I describe it?” Dumbledore stood up and started to walk over to his window. “Are you familiar with some Muggle science?”

Harry nodded.

“Well,” Dumbledore continued, “A Power Surge is also known as a Magical Foundation. When two very strong and matching magic powers meet, they connect. It’s like static cling, I suppose. You and Draco’s powers are like two puzzle pieces, or correct *genetics* to merge together. I suppose that your powers didn’t realize that they *matched* until youe exe exchanged samples of each other. . . like saliva.”

“So. . . Our magic powers are in sync with each other?”

“Yes. And you’re both more *powerful* when you’re together. Like a mutual advantage. Your powers grow the closer you are. Ok, here’s an example.” The Headmaster turned to look at Harry, “Say that you’re going to learn how to Apparate. Your chances at doing it are better if you were right next to Draco.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “You don’t say?”

“I have heard about your little exploit down in the dungeon, Harry. I am disappointed that a thing like that had gotten into Hogwarts, but I suppose that in its Imp form it was easier. Anyways,” Dumbledore picked a piece of candy from his bowl and popped it into his mouth. “I know how you defeated it. The demon imp had said that only love and hate, together, can kill it. He was talking about a Power Surge that dwelled on love, but was casted with hate.”

Harry’s head was spinning. “I don’t quite understand, sir.”

Dumbledore smiled, “You will in time, Harry. You will understand it more with your heart than with words.”

Harry smiled, “Thank you. . .”

~*~

“. . .Thank you for everything.” Ginny said, crushing the other person in her arms.

“No problem, Gin. I will be here for you. Always.”

~TBC~