Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part nine

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/Cho

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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It was mail time again, and Harry was so anxious to see if Hedwig would come. When Harry had woken up that morning, there was a fresh blanket of snow covering the ground. He took a nice warm shower, put on his warm clothes, and then made it to breakfast in good time. The fire was roaring and the smell of hot apple cider was in the air. Harry had a good feeling in him that morning, but unfortunately it wasn’t going to stay that way.

The owls had arrived, all carrying letters and packages to deliver. Harry looked up and watched for a snowy white owl, hoping to get a response from his godfather.

Hedwig did show up, and with a big smile on his face, and a trifle already in his hand for her, he grabbed the letter from her leg. Hedwig took the piece of food with a happy hoot and flew off for the owlery. With shaky hands, Harry opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

I really don’t know what to say. Your news is quite a shocker. I’m glad that you’re ok and that Sprout is ok. I am very surprised that you got hooked up with Draco Malfoy of all people. I knew his father, and he was one mean son-of-a-bitch. (And you can go ahead and swear up a storm if you want to, Harry. You’re old enough now, I think.) I think that Severus Snape and him had been old pals, but then Lucius went one way and Snape went the other.

I’m not saying that I don’t trust your judgment, Harry, I’m just asking for you to be careful. Who knows what Lucius Malfoy would do if he discovered that the two of you were together. Well, keep an eye open and take care. Remus and I will try visiting you someday. Maybe on a Hogsmeade weekend? And the four of us, which includes Draco, will have ourselves a nice dinner and a chat. Miss you lots, Harry.

Sirius

Harry was grinning by the time he finished reading his letter.

“Is that letter from. . .” Ron was about to say, but Harry handed his letter to let Ron read it. “Oh, well, he’s taking the whole Malfoy thing better than I expected.”

“You mean better than you did.” Hermione said, taking a swig of her drink.

“Oh, shush. Who asked you?”

Hermione glared and then went back to eating. Something told Harry that they had themselves another fight this morning before breakfast. They’ve been doing that constantly and it was starting to aggravate him.

Suddenly, at the Slytherin table, Draco leapt up from his spot and ran out the door. Harry watched him leave and sensed that something was wrong. The quick glance that Harry saw on Draco’s face shone of agony.

“What’s wrong with him?” Hermione asked. She must have noticed Draco’s face too.

“I’ll go see. I’ll be right back.”

“Ever the sweet and kind boyfriend, huh?” Seamus said, who had been listening to the conversation from the beginning. Dean and Neville were too busy eating to say anything to them at the moment.

Harry smiled, “Yes, I am.” He leapt from his spot and took off for the door. He could feel almost every eye on him as he left.

From the Ravenclaw table, Cho leaned back and asked, “Are they ok?”

Ginny had been sitting next to Ron. She leaned toward Cho and smiled, “If anyone will be OK, it’s them. Don’t worry.”

Cho nodded and smiled. She knew that Harry had some feelings for her, in which she did too, but she was glad that he had found someone special to love and hold like she had.

~*~

When Harry finally found his boyfriend, he let out a long sigh. Draco was huddled beneath the rocky ledge where they had their first date. The lake was looking very still, and dark clouds hung overhead, like it was going to snow again. Harry watched Draco for a moment more before he walked up to him. Draco had his head between his knees with his arms wrapped around them. The idiot forgot to put his scarf on. Or his gloves, come to think of it.

Harry plopped down next to Draco, took off his red and gold scarf, and then draped it over Draco’s neck.

Draco felt this and then quickly jerked up. Harry felt his heart leap into his throat as he looked into those sad gray eyes. They were rimmed with red, and a small, round tear streaked his reddened cheek.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked softly. He took a hold of his scarf that was loose around Draco’s shoulders and started to bundle it around his boyfriend’s neck.

Draco gave him a half-hearted smile for caring about him. Draco gulped, wringing his bare hands, which made Harry notice, so Harry took off his own gloves and started to shove Draco’s hands in them. He was trying his hardest to be silent, but Harry could hear faint wheezing in Draco’s chest.

Harry put an arm around Draco and asked again, gently, “Are you all right?”

Draco sniffled and then buried his head into the crook of Harry’s neck and shoulder. Harry waited patiently for him to speak, letting him calm down.

“My father. . .” Draco choked out, and then he hiccupped, “He had considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, did you know? Well, I’m sure you know the way he feels about Dumbledore, being a Mud—Muggle-born lover. And Durmstrang doesn’t admit that sort. But my Moth. . .” He choked again, and then real slowly he continued, “My. . . Mother. . . didn’t like the idea of me going to school so far away. She always fussed, you know. Always wanted to make sure that I was as close to her as possible. And now. . . now, I’ll never get to th-thank her. . .”

Draco broke down, unable to stand it any longer.

Harry wasn’t too sure what to say. He’d never had a crying Malfoy on his shoulder before. Slowly, Harry brought his hand up and started to stroke Draco’s blond hair. Harry was shocked to find that his hair was actually silky. He must not use as much gel anymore.

Minutes passed. It might have been ten or twenty, Harry didn’t know. But Draco finally settled himself down enough to sit up and lean back against the ledge. His face looked even more wet and red, tears were making his lashes stick.

Harry placed a bare hand over Draco’s cheek, feeling its warmth, and then wiped away a straining tear.

“What happened?” Harry asked quietly.

With a shaky, red-gloved hand, Draco pulled out a crumply letter from his pocket. Harry took it gently, almost reluctant to read it, but when Draco looked away, Harry’s eyes fell right to the parchment.

My Dearest Son,

I have some rather grave news to tell you. I understand that you loved your mother very much, and I have too, but you must realize that life goes on, and so should you.

Your mother had a terrible accident. I will spare you the details for now and let you get over your grief first before I tell you how she died. She was rather clumsy when it came right down to it, wasn’t she? She held herself high, made sure that she was pretty for all to see, but she didn’t count on anything else, did she?

Draco, you must get over her death. You also must get over that silly infatuation you have with Harry Potter. It is getting out of hand. So far, the Dark Lord has no idea that you’re with him like this, and you better pray that he doesn’t find out about it. Leave him. Forget about Potter, forget about Mother, and forget about running away from the Death Eater ceremony. Two more years, my son, two more years. Lose that soft spot before it gets you into trouble, or worse, killed.

Your loving Father

Harry snarled, and like what Draco had done, he crumpled the letter in the palm of his hand.

“Loving Father MY FOOT!” Harry snarled. “If he loved you, he’d care about what YOU wanted, not what HE wanted!”

Draco shut his eyes tightly as he banged his head back against the stone cliff. “I’m such an idiot! Why’d I even try? I’m a fool. . .”

“No one’s a fool for being in love, or loving their mother. . .”

“No. Nothing wrong with that, of course not.” Draco’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “No, love doesn’t hurt at all, does it? It’s just one of those odd things, you know, like laughter and smiling and. . . it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s gone.”

Harry cocked his head to one side. “What’s gone?”

Draco stood up and glared down at the shivering Harry, “LOVE! It’s gone, caput, vanished, disintegrated, destroyed. . . It’s down the toilets in one fall swoop! IT—IS—DEAD!”

Harry then stood and took a hold of Draco’s shoulders, “It’s not dead! I still love you. I’m still here!”

“Are you *that* forgetful, Potter? Remember what my Father wrote to me?”

“Don’t listen to him. Let him think that you broke things off with me. Don’t you understand that it will make you even more miserable?” Harry took him into his arms and hugged him fiercely. “Don’t let him run your life for you, Draco. Stand up for what you believe in.”

“Easy for you to say.” Draco squirmed in Harry’s embrace. “You don’t have a father that’s a Death Eater!”

“It’s ok, Drake… it’ll be ok. I know that you’re upset because your mother died, but. . .”

“THE BASTARD KILLED HER!”

Harry froze.

“I know it.” Draco sobbed, “The stupid asshole killed her. . . he must have beat her too much. . . she must have lost a lot of blood. . . couldn’t get to her wand to heal herself. . . she must have. . .” He finally got out of Harry’s arms and went over to face the rocky overhang. He started to slam his fist into a sharp looking rock, barely wincing from the pain.

“Draco, stop iThatThat won’t help any! You have to settle down!”

Draco whirled at Harry, narrowing his eyes, “I don’t take orders from you. Not from you, not from Dumbledore, not from ANYONE!”

“Then don’t take orders from your father!!” Harry screamed. He suddenly realized that he shouldn’t have said that.

Draco’s eyes narrowed even more, a slight tick was developing on the corner of one eye. “Fuck you.”

Harry’s eyes flew open. “Wh-what?”

“I said, Fuck You! Fuck you, Potter! Fuck you and all that stupid, fucking love you have for me! Just. . . just. . . FUCK OFF!!”

Draco pushed Harry out of his way and ran toward the castle. Harry tripped when Draco pushed him and he hit his back on a jagged rock. “OW! Draco! Wait! You idiotic, stupid, hot-headed, Slytherin!”

But Draco kept running.

~*~

When Draco finally reached the Slytherin common room, forgetting that he still had Harry’s scarf and gloves on, Pansy was there with a big smile on her face.

“Get a rather interesting letter today, Draco?” She purred.

Draco glared dangerously at her. “You! You’re the one that wrote to my father, aren’t you??”

Pansy smirked, “So what if I did? It sure took him long enough to do anything about your little affair, huh?”

Draco took a few steps toward her, “Do you even KNOW what he did?? Well, do you??”

“He wrote to tell you to break it off with Potter. Am I right?”

The tick in his eye got worse, “You’re half right.”

“Oh? He had other news?”

“Yes.” Draco took a few more steps toward Pansy. It was beginning to feel like an angry lion was stalking her. “You know what he told me? He said Mother’s dead. He said it was an accident. You know what I think?”

Pansy shook her head. She was looking very scared.

“I think he beat her in his rage when he found out. I think that HE killed her! And it’s all thanks to YOU!!”

“No! I didn’t want that to happen!” She tried to defend herself.

“Oh, no, of course not. You just wanted my father to know about me and Potter snogging, have him get me to break things off with him so that YOU could be with me instead! My father has a very nasty temper, you know that? He’s worse than me because I got my quietness from my Mother. But you know what? She’s dead now. . . because of YOU!!”

“NO!!” Pansy screamed, eyes filling with tears. She tried to run from the enraged looking Draco.

Draco took out his wand.

“Imperio.” He whispered harshly.

Pansy halted. She felt like she was floating as every worry and thought was swept out of her head.

Draco didn’t think of the consequences oat hat he was about to do. He was way too upset to care right now.

“Go to the fireplace.” He told her. She obeyed easily. “Pick up the poker.” Pansy grabbed onto the iron poker with her right hand. “Place the tip of it into the fire.” She obeyed again.

Draco smiled wickedly to himself. He waited five minutes before he said, “Now, take the poker out of the fire.” Pansy obeyed. Draco grinned evilly. “Stick it into your hand.”

A loud scream filled the common room.

~TBC~