Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part four

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, and I wish her luck with her next book.

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Before Harry had entered the Gryffindor common room, something had finally hit him.

‘The Marauder’s Map! How could I have been so stupid??’ He rushed to the painting of the Fat Lady, spoke the password, and then almost ran into Ron as he came in. It seemed that Ron had finished looking down by the lake. Harry decided to ask about the third floor later.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” Ron asked, noticing the look of panic on his friend’s face.

“I was being really stupid! I forgot about. . .” he paused to see if there was anyone else in the room. Once he realized that they were alone, Harry said in a softer tone, “The Marauder’s Map!”

Ron’s eyes grew. “Holy shit, Harry! However did you forget that??”

“Good question.” Harry felt like beating himself up. “Anyways, let’s go get it.” Ron nodded and followed Harry up to the boys’ dorm. Harry found the piece of blank parchment easily and then took out his wand.

Harry tapped the map and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” The map of Hogwarts appeared. Harry studied the dots and kept his eye out for the one called Ginny. Ron had found it before he did, however.

“There she is!” Ginny was entering the Great Hall. She looked like she had come from the girl’s bathroom. “Well, at least we know that she’s ok. Too bad this thing can’t tell us *where* she’s been.”

Harry sighed, “You go talk to her and find out where she’s been. I need to go do something.”

When Harry got up and walked out of the dorm, Ron was sure he knew where Harry was going.

~*~

Draco was able to leave the infirmary that evening and he was just now walking toward the Slytherin dungeons.

Goyle was the first to step up to him. He had a handful of shredded parchments in his hands. “Draco? Did you know that. . .”

“Yes, I know.” Draco said, passing him. Draco had found his poems and rose ripped up to pieces the other day. And Pansy had waltzed over to him that morning and taunted him about it, wondering if he had a chance to send his second rose to Harry yet. That was when Draco had screamed at her: “Get the hell away from me! Now!” Yes, the bitch will pay for making his life harder than it should be.

And then, of course, she had this knowing look in her eye, like she was hiding something.

“Well, um, I was wondering if you were going to get revenge on her or not.”

Draco turned and gave Goyle a deadly look. “Why do *you* care?”

Goyle flinched. “Well, uhh. . . because that’s the kind of person you are, I guess.”

Draco’s mouth slowly turned up into a grin. This could prove to be of some use. It seemed to him that Goyle, and probably Crabbe too, were afraid of him. It was no wonder he didn’t do anything to Draco yet. “So, you do not care if I have a thing for Potter?”

Goyle tried to look nonchalant. “As long as you haven’t, well, gone too soft, then I could care less.”

Draco smirked. “I am still the same Slytherin I have always been.” He placed a hand on his ‘bodyguard’s’ shoulder. “You are more loyal than I thought.”

Goyle shrugged. “I figured that it was your. . . um, own personal thingy that you like Potter. I mean, it’s a bad kind of ‘like’ isn’t it?”

“You mean *prerogative*. And yes, it’s more of an animalistic urge than anything.” He was lying and he knew it. “You don’t have to agree with me, but I think that Potter would be an excellent shag.”

Goyle seemed to be blushing. Well, well. This was a surprising development.

“If you wish, Draco.” Goyle left.

Draco smirked, and then stepped toward the dungeon’s stairs.

“Draco!”

He stopped upon hearing his name being called. It wasn’t Goyle that stopped him, for he left to get something to munch on. No, this voice belonged to the one person who could probably make him do back flips in a giant vat of jelly [1], in a tutu.

Draco turned around slowly. “Potter.”

Harry looked like he had been running. He was breathless and flushed, mouth parted slightly as he panted. He stood there in silence before he realized that he had been staring at Draco’s face. “Oh, um, are you all right?”

Draco nodded. “I am much better. Thanks for caring.”

“Oh, good.” Harry had been set on seeing Draco again, hoping to get a few kisses before he retired, but he had suddenly found himself flustered. “Uh. . .”

“Something you want, Potter?” Draco drawled, sounding amused. The way that he had said Harry’s last name seemed to roll gently from his tongue like he was saying it during the aftermath of sex.

“Uh. . . yeah, I. . .” Before Harry could back down, he quickly moved his head forward to plant a soft, open kiss onto Draco’s lips. The Power Surge kicked in and began to flow into Draco’s mouth and down his throat. Harry felt the same thing with Draco, and he swallowed as much power from Draco as he could.

Draco went with it and kissed back, opening his boyfriend’s lips wider. Their tongues danced wildly, as did their magical entwinement, before Draco broke away from the kiss gently “I “I see,” Draco smiled with mirth, “You wanted a kiss good night. You’re such a softy, Potter.”

Harry blushed. “I also wanted to know if you’d. . . um, well, since everyone knows that we’re together now, I was wondering if we could have another date? There’s something ed ted to talk to you about privately.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Well, I’d have to think about that. I will owl you tomorrow.”

Harry nodded his head. “All right. I guess I better go to bed then. Good night, Draco.”

“Yes, good night, Harry. Sleep well.”

Before Harry could turn around, Draco grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him in for another deep kiss. Harry hummed into Draco’s mouth and Draco moaned softly into Harry’s. The Surge inside of them grew stronger as their kiss continued. Draco felt like he could take on ten Dementors, and Harry felt like he could take on five or more Voldemorts.

Harry gave Draco a light squeeze around his brood shoulders before they parted. Draco laid his hands onto Harry’s waist.

“Eating enough?”

Harry snickered. “Shut up.”

~*~

Draco stepped lightly down to the dungeons, making his way to the Slytherin common room.

Just as he was yawning, he saw a couple shadows off to his right, around a corner. He sighed in boredom as he took out his wand. Then he grinned wickedly as he felt the flow of power coursing inside of him. Draco poised his wand at the ready, silently thanking that Harry had seen him before he went to his dorm. He didn’t know what was with the whole magic-sharing, but he had an idea of what it had done to him.

Three hooded figures emerged from the shadows, all holding wands. They were all about a head taller than Draco, but Draco wasn’t impressed. Without warning, they all casted at the same time, shouting, “Crucio!”

Draco moved with more speed than he had ever thought he possessed. He blocked two curses but dodged one. He got his wand back into a defensive position, waiting to see if any of them would try another attack.

“Well, well,” said one of the cloaked figures, “If it isn’t the Slytherin fairy. So how many times have you fucked Potter?”

Draco sneered, “I haven’t fucked Potter. Not yet anyways.” His sneer turned into a grin.

“You’re a traitor, Draco!” The second hooded person growled. “And traitors need to be punished.”

“I can’t be a traitor if I had never joined a group in the first place. Therefore, how can I become a traitor if I’m not a part of anything?”

The three unidentified persons moved their hooded heads toward one another as if they were confused. Draco laughed.

“Fine. Go ahead and hate me. See if I care.”

“You’ll be eating those words soon.” The first one said, “Imperio!”

Draco blocked it and then instantly said, “Crucio!” The first person fell to the ground, screaming in agony, hood flying back. Draco noticed blond hair before he pointed his wand at the second person, “Crucio!” The second person didn’t block in time and he got hit. He went down, crying out in pain, and then Draco aimed his wand at the third person, whom was trying to run away, “Crucio!!”

All three men were now on the ground, screaming and crying their eyes out. The first one, who Draco was sure he had seen somewhere before, was begging Draco to end the curse. But Draco still had his wand poised at them, drawing out their torture for even thinking of attacking him.

“I can be with whomever I want. It is my own prerogative, not any of yours. I don’t need to join your stupid cult to feel powerful.”

Finally, he lifted his wand away and they all at once became silent, but still shaken. They were huddled on the floor, trying to will themselves to get up on their feet.

Draco noticed that they were still willing to fight, but he was a bit quicker on the draw. “Sorry chaps, but you’re done.” He pointed his wands at them one at a time. “Expelliarmus. Expelliarmus. Expelliarmus.” All three wands flew out of their hands and into Draco’s. He eyed the wands as he studied them, and then snickered. “Unicorn hair. . . Maple. . . hmm. . . Oak, ebony. . . Unicorn hair, again. . . Holly. . . my, my, such wimpy wands. It’s no wonder you three were no match for me.”

They groaned, and one of the guys held out his hand, “Give me. . . back. . . my wand!”

“All in due time. You three really thought you could take me on? Quite disappointing really. I mean, three against one.” Draco tutted. “Not good odds to lose to.” He raised his wand to do another curse when a familiar, booming voice interrupted him.

“Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing??”

Draco gulped as he watched Professor Snape come striding toward them.

“Professor, I was defending myself against these brutes.”

“Defending? Then what was with all the screaming? You put the Cruciatus curse on them, didn’t you?”

“But sir, they attacked me!”

“And you couldn’t just disarm them? I’m very disappointed in you, Mr. Malfoy. Being with Potter has clouded your judgment.”

Draco glared. “You leave Harry out of this.”

Snape was shocked, but only for a minute. “Detention, after classes tomorrow, Mr. Malfoy. You’re lucky that I don’t turn you in to Azkaban for using an illegal curse. Apologize to these three for cursing them.”

“Sir, they just attacked me, tried to curse me, why should *I* apologize??”

“They were supposed to do me a favor. Now I have to either wait until they’re done sniveling on the ground, or send three others to do the job. And if I have any more of your lip, you will be doing detention the next day as well.” It was a rare thing for the Head of Slytherin House to give detentions to his own students, but he couldn’t let Draco go unpunished, this time.

Snape left as quickly as he got there. Draco threw the three wands at the three men as he walked around them. He looked down at one of them, preparing to spit on him, when he saw that the guy’s sleeve was pushed up slightly.

“The Dark Mark.” Draco grumbled.

~*~

“There you are!” Ron bellowed, running toward his little sister. “I was worried! Where were you?”

Ginny glared, “Why, Ronald, I had no idea that you were actually worried about me after you so thick-headedly told me to go away!”

“I never told you to go away, I just told you to mind your business. I was having an important chat with Hermione.”

“And let me guess, you got her mad too.”

Ron’s face turned the color of a tomato as he felt himself boil. “Ginny. . . Just never mind and tell me where you’ve been!”

“No! I don’t have to tell you anything! You’re not my keeper, Ron! So just sod off!” With that, Ginny ran off toward the Gryffindor room.

Ron groaned, “Oh bugger.”

~TBC~

[1] Jelly, in England, is their word for Jell-O.