Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part seven

Warnings and notes: Thisa sla 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?

More humor for you all, before the angst takes hold.

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy, who knows a bit more about the Hrld rld 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, humor, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let’s hope), and lemon. And of course magic.

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

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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When Harry returned to his dormitory, he instantly got into his pajamas and then took out a blank parchment and his quill that he made from Draco’s eagle owl. He could hear the soft snores coming from Neville’s bed, and the limp look of Ron’s body, indicating to him that it was safe to write.

Dear Sirius,

I’m sorry that I haven’t written to you yet this year, but so far this year has been one surprise after another. The very first week of school, I get an unexpected protection from a former rival, Draco Malfoy. And yes, I will be explaining the whole ‘former’ thing real soon. You see, Draco had the same nightmare over and over that week, about me getting killed by this dangerous monster. Well, I know why now, but at the time I had no clue as to why one night I woke up and Draco had just put this specially made Protection charm on me that only HE could remove. We weren’t getting along then, but eventually we began to realize how we felt toward one another, or at least, I discovered how I felt. He had been such a gentleman to me, despite being told numerous times to take the protection spell off of me. (And we did argue a lot, but it’s a safe familiarity for us now. There’s no hate involved when we have a spat, as far as I know.)

To make a long story short, Draco was finally made to take the charm off of me. Sprout had gotten herself poisoned during our realization, and I had finally figured out, once Draco told me about his dream, finally, where the hidden bezoars were. Which someone had stolen. Well, I found out who stole them. It was the monster in Draco’s nightmare. The monster is a story in itself. The thing was actually a demon imp. Have hearheard of them before? He said something about being released from Azkaban. He was an imp before I met him in the dungeons, and he liked to torment me, and he almost tried to blow up half the school during one of my Potions classes. Well, when I faced him in the dungeons, he was still an imp. He transformed into the monster and we fought.

I guess I’m not making the story as short as I intended, but I wanted you to know everything. Well, when Draco showed up, I was half way unconscious in the monster’s grip. I tried to kill the thing, but my Avada Kedavra didn’t work. The imp got Draco really upset, trying to kill me, and then Draco did the killing curse and it ended up killing the monster. Draco Malfoy saved me! Well, from there you can pretty much guess why I call him ‘formal’ rival now. I hope you’re not mad, but he’s my boyfriend now. And yes, I have known for a while that I am bisexual.

So, we\'re a couple now. The whole school seems to be taking it rather well, considering. I don’t think that Pansy Parkinson is particularly happy about it though, but I could care less. She had been such a bitch to Draco lately since she discovered this rose that he was going to send me (pardon my language, but she is). So now this g of of Death Eaters have been after Draco and me, but the cool thing is, is that we have discovered this really rare and unique power! We have a Power Surge! Isn’t that cool? It is so much easier to do spells and other things when we’re together or right after we’ve snogged. (blushes) And that’s the reason why WE were able to destroy the Demon Imp.

Well, that’s all I can think of for now. Write back soon, ok? I’ll be waiting for your letter. Let me know how you and Lupin are doing. I miss you lots, Sirius.

Harry

With a huge, sleepy smile, Harry folded the letter up and walked over to where Hedwig had been taking a nap. She opened her eyes and gave Harry a wink when he put the letter around Hedwig’s leg. It turnut tut to be bigger than he had wanted, but he couldn’t help telling his godfather everything. After Hedwig flew off into the night, he fell asleep, thinking of how Sirius would get along with his boyfriend.

~*~

Harry was having this really, really nice dream of Draco doing certain things TO him, and making HIM do certain things, when Ron’s voice boomed throughout the room.

“Harry! Harry, wake up! Slytherin alert!”

“What?” Harry put on his glasses and got out of bexpecxpecting to see Draco standing by the door. “What are you going on about?”

“There’s a Slytherin in our midst!” Ron shouted, holding up the very robe that Harry had hung up. It had the Slytherin insignia on it instead of the Gryffindor one.

Harry blushed bright red. “Um. . . oops.”

Ron’s eyes widened, “Oops? OOPS?? What do you mean, Oops??”

“We, uh, we must have put on the wrong robes last night.”

“Put on the WRONG ROBES last night??”

“Is there an echo in here? Yes, Ron, me and Draco accidentally put on the wrong robes. The Forest WAS dark, after all.”

Ron’s jaw dropped. “You didn’t!”

Harry grinned, blushing. He felt slightly braver for telling his friend his intimacy with his boyfriend, since he didn’t reject him as a friend for it. “We did.”

Ron stumbled and found his way to his own bed before he collapsed.

~*~

“Draco!” Crabbe bellowed.

The blond Slytherin grumbled under his breath as he rolled onto his side.

“Draco!” Crabbe shouted again.

Draco groaned in annoyance, “What?” He shouted.

“We had a Gryffindork invader!”

Draco’s face screwed up in confusion. “What are you going on about, you git?” Draco moved the curtains out of the way to glare into the other teen’s eyes, but came face to face with a robe. Well, the robe was the one he wore last night. . . but he noticed something slightly off about it. It had the Gryffindor insignia on it and not the Slytherin one.

“See? The stupid Gryffindork left his robe behind!”

“And just where did you find it?”

“Uh. . .” Crabbe looked very baffled, but he replied, “Hanging up, um, on your chair, next to. . . your scarf. . .”

“So, someone from Gryffindor put their robe onto MY chair with my other things on it?”

Crabbe nodded, still seeming confused. “Uh, yeah. . .”

Draco pressed his fingertips to his temples, rubbing gently, and then closed his eyes, “So what does that tell you?”

“Uh, that Gryffindors’ are more stupid than we thought?”

Draco groaned. “No! That YOU are more stupid than WE thought!”

Crabbe was still looking dumbstruck, so Draco crawled out of his bed and headed for the shower. Before he shut the bathroom door, he turned back around, snatched the robe out of Crabbe’s hands, said “I’ll take this, thank you.” and then waltzed back into the bathroom.

~*~

Harry had just finished with his own shower when he came back into the dormitory. Ron was still looking rather appalled, but Harry knew that he should get over it soon. Harry understood that it’ll take quite a bit of adjusting for Ron, but not as much for Hermione, who had already been in awe at the way they act around each other.

Harry walked past Ron to grab his, or rather Draco’s, robe. As he put it on, he could still smell the heavy scent of Draco on it. Slowly, he pressed the sleeve up to his nose and inhaled gently. It smelt of Draco and sex.

“Harry? Please don’t tell me you’re doing what I think you’re doing.”

He blushed when he realized that Ron was still staring at him. He looked down at the floor and scuffled his feet. “Sorry about that, Ron. I forget that you’re usedused to this whole concept yet.”

Ron groaned, “I don’t think I’ll EVER get used to it.”

“Sure you will. Like when we found out that Sirius was really innocent and that he was my godfather to boot.”

“THAT was nothing! But this,” Ron waved a hand up and down Harry, or more like the robe he was wearing, “THIS I’m not too sure of. I mean, I don’t want to rain on your parade really, I just think that maybe you should. . . I mean. . . I don’t understand WHY it has to be HIM of all people! I know that you can take care of yourself, Harry, I just. . .”

Harry sighed as he tried not to roll his eyes. “Just what?”

Ron looked up at his best friend with all sincerity, “I just don’t want you getting hurt, that’s all.”

Harry smiled softly. ‘Ah, so that’s it.’ Harry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Ron’s shoulders. “I understand your concern, Ron. But you must consider the facts. Draco saved me, twice. Draco is the other half to my Power Surge, in which I have explained to you and Hermione in that letter that I left for you before I left for detention. And he had promised me that he would try not tooy yoy you and Hermione too much. Doesn’t that tell you anything?”

“He’s still a Slytherin, Harry. He could still hurt you.”

Harry moved away so that he could look Ron in the face. “He won’t hurt me. He loves me.”

~*~

Draco got dressed, and then slipped his boyfriend’s robe on. They were going to have to exchange robes during breakfast, which he knew that the whole school would be watching. Draco just laughed at this. He didn’t care. They already knew that they were going out, so it really shouldn’t matter if they all found out what they did last night, during detention. Oh yes, everyone knew that they BOTH had detention TOGETHER. He was very anxious to see their faces.

As he walked out of the bathroom and went over to the dorm’s door, he noticed Crabbe and Goyle sitting there on their beds, giving him strange looks. He gave the two a raised eyebrow and a smirk that meant, ‘I don’t care what you think.’ And then he walked out.

On the way to the Great Hall, his sensitive nose had caught the lingering smell of Harry on the robe. Well of course it smelt like Harry, it WAS Harry’s! Carefully making sure that no one was watching, Draco lifted his sleeve to his face and inhaled. ‘Oh yes, that’s definitely Potter’s unique scent.’ Not only did it smell like Harry, but it also smelt of their fun activity they did that previous night. Draco smiled secretly before he removed the sleeve from his face and stepped out toward the Slytherin table.

Before he reached the table, however, a certain someone had crossed his path. Draco was about to scowl, because he was being kept from his food, but then he smiled when he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Hello, Harry.”

“Mornin’, Draco.” Harry smiled. “It seems that there had been some mistake, huh?”

“Clearly.” Draco said, looking amused. Everyone at their respected tables were now looking at them in curiosity, wondering what they were going on about.

Neville leaned over toward Ron and asked, “What does Harry mean by there being a mistake? Are they breaking up?”

“I wish.” Ron muttered, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth.

The Slytherin’s at the table were confused as well, minus Crabbe and Goyle, whom hadn’t arrived yet.

Before any more hushed whispered could be voiced, Harry and Draco slowly started to take their robes off. Everyone stopped to watch.

“I know that we have to get our own back,” Harry said with a small blush, “But I think I’ll miss wearing your robe.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

Harry blushed more, “Well, ‘cause. . . because it smells like you.” He shifted his eyes to his feet, feeling like a hopeless romantic.

Draco sighed, “I see. Well, if it means anything to you, my lightning boy, I will miss inhaling your aroma as well.”

Harry’s head shot up quickly in surprise. Draco handed his boyfriend’s Gryffindor robe back to him and then held out his hand, waiting for Harry to do the same. Harry smiled shyly as he gave Draco his robe back.

“It was nice while it lasted.” Harry said, slipping his own robe onto his body. He tested it by bringing up the inside of the robe to his nose and sniffed. It smelt faintly of Draco. “Well, it’s not a total loss.”

Draco chuckled and then lifted a part of his own robe to his nose. Yes, his robe now smelt faintly of Potter too. He hid a smile behind the black cloth before he straightened his robe again. “I guess we should eat now.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Harry smiled.

Before Harry said anything more to his boyfriend turned lover, he noticed someone coming in late for breakfast out of the corner of his eye. His head turned in surprise as he watched Cho Chang waltzing into the Great Hall. A Ravenclaw was late? Harry continued to blink, noticing the way she looked all made-up like she was going to a date or something. Either that, or she HAD been on a date.

Draco growled, noticing the way Harry was staring at Chang. He remembered Harry telling him that he had a crush on this girl, but he wasn’t sure if Harry still did. The way that his boyfriend was looking at Cho, though, seemed to confirm that Harry did still like her. Jealousy wasn’t a pretty thing, especially in those gray-blue eyes.

“Harry!” Draco said, sounding appalled.

Harry jerked his head back to look at his boyfriend, “Huh? What is it, Draco?”

Draco placed his hands on his hips and tapped his toe, “You were staring at her! AT—HER!”

Harry blushed slightly, “I was just wondering why a Ravenclaw was late. It just seemed weird.”

“A Ravenclaw can’t be late? Balderdash, Harry! You were staring at her with those googlie eyes!” Draco huffed mockingly, crossing his arms, “I can’t believe it! My own boyfriend goes off staring at someone other than me! A woman, no less! A WOMAN! I feel so unappreciated!”

Harry groaned as he noticed that many of the others in the room had been watching them, and Draco’s dramatics. Harry walked behind Draco and then put his arms around his lover’s waist.

“Drake, you’re my one and only, you know that.”

To Harry, from a sideways view, it looked like Draco was pouting. “I know, Harry.” Draco whispered, hoping that those from the Slytherin table didn’t hear him calling his ‘boy-toy’ Harry. “I just can’t help it. I know that you still have a crush on her. . .”

Harry moved his mouth closer to Draco’s ear, “But it’s YOU I love, Draco. You! Draco Malfoy!” He kissed Draco’s ear.

Draco shivered. “Quit being so sweet in front of everyone here, Potter, or else!”

“Or else what?” Harry teased, nibbling on his earlobe. Draco watched in horror as the Slytherins began to point and stare.

“Or else. . . Oh, I’ll think of something. Just let go of me! I must eat!”

Harry was about to say something about already eating, but he dismissed the thought. “Ok, I guess I’m hungry, too.”

After a lingering look, they both walked to their respective tables and sat down. Pansy was glaring daggers at Draco when he began to eat, but he didn’t care. Ron and Hermione were giving Harry strange looks. Ron had told Hermione what he found out about Harry, but she was still in awe.

Everyone else sitting around them was staring at Harry, and Harry was trying to ignore it as he ate a piece of toast.

“Good morning all! Sorry if I’m late.” Ginny sat down at the table in front of her brother Ron.

“You seem happy this morning, Gin.” Ron said. “Any particular reason?”

Ginny smiled and shook her head, “No reason. Should I have a reason for being inood ood mood?”

Seamus looked over and snickered, “Gin, is that lip gloss?”

“Yeah, so?”

“And, is that. . . perfume I smell?” Dean asked.

“Body spray.” Gin said instantly.

“So there’s no reason why you’re done all pretty?” Seamus said.

Ginny shook her head. “No, I just. . . I just feel like being in a pretty mood. And I’m in a good mood, so I figured that I could look pretty and. . .”

Everyone was staring at her like she’d just grown another head.

“What?” Ginny blinked. “Why’s everyone staring at me like that for?”

Ron narrowed his eyes dangerously, “Who is it, Gin?”

“What do you mean?” Ginny asked, trying to find her food more important right now.

“Who are you seeing? It’s not that hard to figure out you know. You’re practically walking on air, and you’re going out of your way to look good.”

“Ginny’s got a boyfriend! Ginny’s got a boyfriend!” Seamus chorused.

“I do NOT!” Ginny cried.

“Are you surRon Ron asked, eyes still narrowed.

“Yes, I’m sure! Just leave me alone!” She threw a sausage at her brother’s face, and it hit him square between the eyes.

Ron’s face was getting redder.

Harry was trying his hardest not to laugh.

“You will regret that, Gin!” Ron sneernd tnd then chucked a piece of egg at her. It hit her on the forehead.

Ginny screamed and then threw a part of her toast at Ron, but missed as Ron ducked and it hit someone from the Ravenclaw table in the back. It happened to be a rather ‘large’ Ravenclaw.

“Did you just throw this at me?” The Ravenclaw asked Ron.

“No, my sister did.”

Ginny tried to look innocent.

“Oh, so you’re blaming your sister? Some brother you are!” He took a handful of oatmeal and tossed it toward Ron, but Ron moved out of the way and it ended up hitting Dean. Many were laughing, but not Dean or Ron as they got into a food fight that they didn’t ask for.

Someone had tried to throw some pumpkin juice on Ron’s head, but it ended up getting poured all over Harry instead. Harry fumed, and then grabbed a fork, scooped some of his hash browns and then flung it at the Ravenclaw’s head. The Ravenclaw ducked, and the bit of hash browns ended up on Cho Chang’s face.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks.

Cho stood up, seething, “Who threw this??”

Many fingers pointed to Harry.

Harry gulped hard and blinked, looking stunned. He had never seen Cho Chang look so furious before.

“I didn’t mean to! I was aiming for him!” Harry pointed at the Ravenclaw.

Terry Boot stood up, “A likely story, Mr. Boy Who Lived! You think it’s funny throwing food at a lady?”

“Wait! I said that it was a mistake!”

“What is going on here?” A voice boomed. It was Professor Snape. Harry wondered how long it would take one of the teacher’s to notice the little food fight.

But Snape had stepped up between the two tables at the wrong time, and a glop of mush hit his right shoulder.

He looked over quickly, and had spotted Seamus with his spoon in his hand, pointed upward, looking like he had just catapulted something. He was also right in line with Snape’s body.

“Mr. Finnigan. . .”

“It was meant for. . .”

“Detention! And as for the rest of you, I don’t care who started it or how it started. Those that had thrown food are to stay and clean the Great Hall!”

Many ‘awws’ were heard with that announcement. Harry looked over and saw that Draco was laughing. He was actually laughing at his predicament! The little traitor! After what he did to make sure that he had detention with Draco, the little scamp went and laughed at his misfortune! Well, two can play at this game.

Harry grabbed a handful of his scrambled eggs and tossed them as hard as he could. It scattered all around the Slytherins. Everyone’s jaws had dropped. Harry figured, he was already supposed to help clean, why not make it worth it?

“Potter, what are you doing?” Snape asked.

The flying eggs had hit Goyle the worst, and he picked up a piece of his waffle and flung it at the Gryffindor table, not caring who it hit. It ended up hitting Ginny in the back of the head.

“Why you dirty. . .”

Ron took his spoon, filled it with mush, and then flung it toward Goyle. Goyle ducked and the mush had found a new target. . . one with white-gold hair.

Draco stood up. “Stupid Weasley! Can’t you aim properly??” He chucked some of his own eggs toward Ron. It did end up hitting him, along with Seamus.

“That is enough!” Snape shouted, but it gone unheeded. Ron took some food from someone else’s plate and tried to fling it at Draco. It hit Blaise instead.

Meanwhile, Terry Boot had thrown something again at Harry, hitting him on the forehead. Harry retaliated, but Terry ducked and Harry ended up hitting some other Ravenclaw student. As the food fight continued, the Hufflepuffs (whose table had been by the furthest wall) had been watching in rapt amusement, but didn’t dare try to get involved.

Dumbledore suddenly appeared. “Cease this at once, all of you!”

The food stopped flying.

“Now, those of you who threw food, stay and clean. The rest of you leave for your first class.”

With that, everyone scrabbled to do what they were told.

Ginny snuck over to one of the other tables and asked someone in a real quiet voice, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Sorry about all of this.”

“Why must you be sorry?”

Ginny blushed, looking at her feet. “I started it.”

“I said it’s all right. It was actually pretty entertaining. Especially when Malfoy got hit in the face.”

Ginny laughed, “Yeah, that was pretty funny. It was also funny when Professor Snape got hit.”

“Yeah it was.”

They both laughed.

“Well, I better get to class. I didn’t fling any food, remember?”

“Ok. Meet you at the usual place after classes?”

“Yes. See you then.”

Ginny smiled, and then hopped over to start helping the others.

~TBC~

This, by far, is my favorite chapter to this fic. *nodnod* Hope you enjoyed! Will be more smut later.