Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part eight

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.

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/?

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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“You see, Draco? It’s very simple. You pick up the brush like this, and start scrubbing at the mess like this. . .”

Draco rolled his eyes, making Harry chuckle.

“Well,” Ron said, dipping his own scrub brush into a pail of soapy water, “we’re not supposed to use magic. It IS a punishment after all. Unlike your guys’ deion,ion, from what I’ve heard.”

“And what have you heard?” Draco sneered at Weasley and then at the wet brush he just dunked into the sudsy water, getting his sleeve wet.

“A bit too much information for my liking.” Ron said, making a face.

Harry laughed. “Oh come on, Ron! What was I supposed to say to you when you found Draco’s robe hanging up? Was I supposed to say that he made me swap robes with him?”

“That would be more sound, yes.”

Ginny was trying to concentrate on her work, next to Seamus, and Dean was trying to scrub stuff off from the Gryffindor table. Goyle was busy with the Slytherin table, and the two Ravenclaws were at their own respected table. There were a couple others that had thrown food, but for some reason they decided not to stick around, thinking that only throwing a small amount of food didn’t count.

“I think,” Draco said, grinning at Weasley, “that you just can’t get over the fact that I’m Harry’s boyfriend now.”

Harry watched as Ron’s face slowly became the same color as his hair. He knew that Ron didn’t like being reminded about that.

“Look, Ice Prince, if you so much as hurt Harry in any way possible, I will personally see to it that you’re fed to the werewolves!”

Harry couldn’t help but think that Lupin would gladly do it too, if Draco ever did harm him. Harry started to chuckle and couldn’t help say, “But, Ron, I don’t think that would be very nice of us. . .” He saw Draco smile at this, thinking that he was being defended, “We don’t want to give a werewolf indigestion, do we?”

Draco blanched, “Well thank you very much, Potter, for defending my honor. You’re such a sweet boyfriend.”

Harry laughed, “I was only joking, Drake. Don’t get so melodramatic.”

“Who’s being melodramatic?” Draco fumed.

“Now, now, children.” Dean said, looking amused, “No fighting in the Great Hall.”

“Yeah,” Seamus chuckled, “No fighting. Now kiss and make up!”

“Oh god, no!” Ron groaned. “No kissing either! Not in front of me!”

“No?” Harry pretended to pout. “You mean I *can’t* snog my own boyfriend?”

“Exactly!” Ron huffed.

“Sorry that your bubble has burst, Weasley, but I think we have as much authority to ‘snog’ as you and Grr dor do.” Draco stated. Then he sneered down at his wet sleeves and knees, “I hate servant’s work.”

Harry chuckled. “You’ll be fine, Draco. You’re a big boy now.”

Ron rolled his eyes at the innuendo, “Would you please stop?”

“Why don’t *all of you* stop? You Gryffindor’s are loud!”

“Oh shut it, Boot.” Ron sneered.

“Make me, freckle-head.” Terry Boot retorted.

“Knock it off, Ron.” Harry hissed under his breath. Draco was looking at Boot with amusement now.

“I’m done.” They heard Goyle say softly as he threw his brush down and stormed off toward the Slytherin dungeons.

“He’s not done! He has to help us!” Seamus groaned.

Draco shrugged, “That’s Greg for ya. He hates cleaning, regularly and magically. He thinks that’s a job for only women.”

“What a pig!” Ginny shouted.

“Yes, for once, I agree with you.” Draco said, and then gave Harry a smile. Harry smiled back.

“Oh my god, the Apocalypse IS coming!” Ron said. Then they all laughed, minus the two Ravenclaws who didn’t catch what was being said.

~*~

The last class, Potions, had finally arrived on that bitter Thursday afternoon. Everyone had been so excited that it was almost Christmas that they forgot that this was their (most of the Gryffindors) least favorite class. Hermione was talking enthusiastically about Christmas shopping at Hogsmeade and wondering what she’d be getting from others. Harry and Draco were just as excited, but they weren’t speaking out loud about it. They were thinking of what to get each other and their friends. The Christmas talk wasn’t pleasing everyone, though.

Snape was glaring daggers at them all, making them finally stop gabbing.

“Today, you will all be taking notes for this week’s potion. Which will be made tomorrow. And yes, before you ask, I know that it’s a late start, but that’s just too bad. You’re all going to have to cram.” Everyone moaned except for Hermione, who knew all about how to cram properly before the next day. “So, take out a piece of parchment and a quill. . . write this down.” Snape eyed Harry as Harry took out his quill in which he had made from Draco’s eagle owl. It still looked brand new. Of course, it was only three months old.

Harry ignored the glare from Snape and begun to take notes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione writing fast and furiously, keeping up easily with what Snape was saying. Harry only had time to jot down some points and important bits with small abbreviations. He hated taking notes from Snape. It was just as bad as Trelawny predicting his death in everything.

Once they had finished, the bell finally rung, and Harry gladly started to shove his notes into his Potions book.

“Potter, I see you still have my owl’s feather.”

Harry smiled up at Draco, “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Thought that you’d have chucked it by now or something.”

“What?” Harry gasped.

“Just kidding. Geez, don’t get all huffy.”

“Nah, I’m not that easy to get upset anymore. I’m used to you by now, you know.”

“Oh really?” Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. The wounds have been many, but they always heal. I’m kind of a walking scab.”

“Eww! Harry!” Hermione was squinting in horror.

Draco and Harry laughed.

~*~

Finally finished with her homework, Hermione skipped back up to the Gryffindor tower, books in hand. She couldn’t believe that Ron had just skimmed through his homework. Well, ok, maybe she could believe it, but this assignment from Snape wasn’t as easy as his usual. She told Ron that he’d really regret his studying skills, but he dismissed it. It was beginning to irk Hermione to no end. She might have to give her boyfriend penalties, and she knew just what buttons to push on him too.

Making it to the common room, she saw that Ron was talking to Harry about something. Hopefully his homework. But she highly doubted that.

“What kept you, ‘Mione?” Ron asked with a smile.

“Don’t you patronize me, Ron Weasley!” Hermione shook her quill at him. “I don’t understand how you can be so laid back about studying sometimes. Don’t you care about passing Potions?”

“Well, of course I care! I just don’t like being bullied by teachers. Especially Professor Snape. He really could have given us this assignment sooner, but he chose not to. I believe that he’s deliberately trying to flunk us all! Well, except for you. We all know that you will pass.”

“And Draco.” Harry sighed. He had his Potions book open and it looked like he had been trying to do the assignment until Ron showed up. This irked Hermione even more.

“Ron, have you been bugging Harry?”

“No! I was asking himuestuestion.”

“Then why were you two laughing a few seconds ago? Please, Ron, I do NOT like being lied to.”

“I wasn’t lying! I wasn’t trying to distract him from anything. I just needed an answer to a question that is stumping me.”

“And you think that Harry knows?”

Harry put his face in his hands.

“Well, no. . .” Ron sighed, “But I was thinking that he could get some answers from his snaky lover, since he’s so good at it and since they’ve already. . . you know.”

Harry blushed.

Hermione sighed heavily, putting her hands on her hips, “You’re embarrassing him, Ron! Anyways, I don’t think that Draco would appreciate it if you were copying from him.”

“ARRRGH! Quit calling him that! His name is Malfoy, and it always will be!”

Hermione made a dissatisfied grunt, stomped her foot, and then stormed up to the girls’ dormitory.

“Nice going, Ron.” Harry said.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. She’s just too picky.”

Harry tried to ignore his whining as he went back to work.

~*~

Hermione was fuming so much by the time she got to her door that she almost didn’t notice a dark shadow out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head quickly and saw that whoever entered the room next to her (the 5th years) had left the door wide open.

Then she heard, “Close the door! Do you live in a barn?”

The other person laughed, and said, “Sorry, Ginny. I got here as fast as I could. Thanks for the password at dinner.” The door shut.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. That voice didn’t sound like any of the other Gryffindor girls. Now how in the world did somebody get past Harry and Ron without them knowing? A Silencing charm? Maybe a Shadow charm? Whatever magic the person used, they must be pretty good at it. She snuck toward the door quietly and then put her ear to the door.

“See? I didn’t forget them. Now I’ll show you how Muggles curl their hair.”

“I’m so excited, Gin! I can’t wait to get started.”

“Ok, well, the batteries are still charging so we’re going to have to wait. Since Hogwarts doesn’t have electricity, I asked Mum for a ‘magical’ battery powered one for this year. They are hard to find, but my Dad found one and I was so happy when he fixed it up for me.”

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears. The other person sounded so familiar to her. Where were the prefects when you needed them? Well, she’s going to have to take matters into her own hands. Very lightly, Hermione knocked on the door.

“Ginny? May I come in?”

Hermione heard the two girls gasp. She sighed when she heard the scuffling of feet. She knew that the other person was trying to hide. Before she would allow that, she od thd the door.

Hermione gasped, eyes wide. “You??”

The other girl smiled, “Don’t tell anyone ok? Me and Ginny are going out.”

Hermione blinked. “You are? Um. . .”

“I just wanted to curl her hair. That’s all. There’s no harm in that, is there?” Ginny pouted. “I mean, she’d look really cute in curls, don’t you think?”

Hermione sighed and then looked over at the other girl, “How did you get past Harry and Ron?”

The girl smiled. “That’s my secret.”

“I bet. I have no doubts that you’re a very smart person, seeing that you’re . . . but still, you’re not allowed in here without permission.”

“But. . . I’m not doing any harm.”

“No, but when a prefect catches you. . .”

Both girls lowered their heads. “We’re sorry. We didn’t mean any harm.”

“Can I please curl her hair and then she can leave? Please?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Just because I’m dating your brother, Gin, it doesn’t mean. . .”

“Thanks, Herm! You’re the best!” She jumped up and hugged Hermione.

“Um. . .” She hugged her back, “Uh. . . yeah, you’re welcome.”

“You won’t regret it! I’ll be getting you a really nice present this year!”

“Um, rea really don’t have to.” Hermione said, watching Ginny bounce over to her girlfriend and hug her. Hermione gave in. “You know, Harry’s going to flip when he sees you.”

Ginny’s girlfriend laughed.

~*~

Minutes later, after Ginny had finished curling and pulling back her girlfriend’s hair, Hermione made them march down to the common room. Ginny didn’t want to and put up a big fuss, but in the end, Hermione won. She explained that keeping this from Ron was only going to make him madder and that she should just tell him now while she had the chance. And besides, Hermione said, she wanted to see the look on Harry’s face when Ginny’s girlfriend entered the room, looking the way she was. Yes, she knew that Harry was with Draco and very much in love with Draco, but she couldn’t resist doing it anyways.

“Look who I found.” Hermione said, almost dragging the other girl.

Both Harry and Ron gasped.

Harry stood up, making his book on his lap fall to the floor. “Ch-Cho!”

“Evening, Harry.” She smiled. Her curled hair was pulled back into a banana clip, and she had a dash of makeup on.

Ginny walked over to Cho’s side and put her arms around her. “Um, Ron. . . Harry. . . Cho’s my girlfriend.”

Both Ron and Harry’s jaws drop and their eyes bug out.

“She’s. . . she’s your what??” Ron shouted.

Ginny blushed.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Cho said, putting her arms around Ginny. “She’s with me. You have a problem with that?”

Harry shook his head, but Ron glared.

“Yes, I have a problem with that! MY own little sister is a lesbian! Ginny, I thought you had a crush on Harry!”

“I do, er, did. . . I mean, I still do, I just. . . I really like Cho. I’m sorry, Ron.”

“You’re sorry? YOU’RE sorry? Just wait until Mum and Dad hear about this!”

“Ron! Calm down!” Hermione shouted. “It’s no use shouting like this.”

“I thought that something like this wouldn’t bother you.” Ginny said, sniffling. “You know, since Harry’s dating Malfoy and all.”

“But, but, Ginny. . . you’re my sister!”

“Yeah, so? Bill’s our brother, and he’s with a guy!”

Ron gasped, “He is??”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Yes! You mean you don’t know??”

“Please, please tell me that Charlie is straight! And the twins!”

“I don’t know, Ron. I’m sure Charlie is. I’m not so sure about George and Fred though.”

“NOOO!! Don’t do this to me, Gin! Just don’t!”

“I’m sorry, Ron, but I’m bisexual and you’re going to have to get used to it!” Ginny stuck her tongue out and then stormed back up to her room.

It was silent for a while, but then Harry broke the silence.

“Uh, you better go back to the Ravenclaw common room.”

Cho smiled, “You’re right. Thanks for the support, Harry. Tell Draco hi for me, ok?”

Harry blushed, “Ok. You’re welcome.”

Cho walked, or strutted as the case may be, out the door.

Harry ran a hand through his bangs and cursed. “I thought I was over her.”

Ron put a hand on his shoulder.

~*~

Unknown to anybody, except maybe one, a giant brown owl was making its way to Hogwarts.

~TBC~