Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part six

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?

Yes, get those drool buckets out again, this one has LEMON!!

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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The moonlight shone down on the two as they walked through the Forbidden Forest, hand in hand. Draco knew that it shouldn’t take them too long to locate the Blue Moss that they had been told to gather, it was a matter of getting enough to satisfy Professor Snape. The air was starting to get a bit nippier, and the colorful leaves were beginning to drop as the end of November approached.

“Well, looks like you got your date after all.” Draco said, squeezing Harry’s hand.

Harry couldn’t help himself and he laughed. “You’re right. Even though it’s detention, it’s still a type of date. I mean, where else would we go for our second date? The lake again? We had our sandy beach walk already.”

“And now we’re having our cool moonlight walk.” Draco couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “You’re making me go soft, Potter.”

Harry stopped the blond abruptly and brought them face-to-face. “You have a romantic side to you, Draco. Remember the rose and poem?” Before Draco could say anything, Harry pressed a warm finger to his lips and continued, “And don’t call me Potter when we’re alone. Please?” He leaned closer to Draco’s face.

“All right. Ha. Harry.” He closed the small space between them. They both gasped as their lips touched, feeling the familiar power flow through them. Harry ran a hand up and down Draco’s chest as they continued to kiss passionately.

As their power began to enhance more, so did their senses. Together they released the kiss and looked at each other knowingly. They had both heard it, or felt it. Somebody was watching them.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, “There’s someone behind me.”

“There’s someone behind me too. I was hoping to tell you about what I found out from Dumbledore about our magic connection, but it might have to wait.”

“Give me a hint. What’s it called?”

Harry smiled, “A Power Surge.”

Draco’s eyes went wide. “You’re shitting me.” It seemed that Draco might have heard of it. Harry shook his head.

Very slowly, together, they turned around and pressed their backs against each other as they drew out their wands.

“We know you’re there.” Draco said. “Come on out and face us like real wizards.”

Harry sighed heavily, “Draco. . .”

There were six of them. Three were facing Harry, and three were facing Draco. The Gryffindor and Slytherin were wondering why the hooded figures didn’t attack them right away, but then they figured that maybe there was more to it than meets the eyes.

“Oh look, Malfoy has his companion with him this time.” The one who spoke was standing in front of Draco. He slipped his hood off to show that it was the same blond haired man that attacked Draco last night.

“Just can’t have a peaceful outing anymore, can we?” Draco groaned.

“Apparently not.” Harry said, eyeing the three walking toward him.

Draco trained his eyes onto the tall blond, “I suppose you didn’t learn your lesson last time? Would you like some more pain?”

“Last time we weren’t prepared. We were on a mission for Snape when we met you in the hallway, and we figured that you’d be fun to harass.”

“Guess you were wrong, huh?” Draco smirked.

“Well, when we heard that you were given detention, we had a feeling that you’d be here. So, we prepared ourselves.”

All six of them brandished their wands at the two.

“Be careful, Harry,” Draco whispered, “They’re Death Eaters.”

Harry gasped. “What? Why didn’t you tell me before??”

“I was going to during our date. Much like you were going to tell me about our Power Surge.”

“Right, let’s get this over with.”

The tips of the Death Eaters’ wands began to glow red. However, the boys’ preventative strike was so quick that even the most skilled of the six attackers couldn’t retaliate. Draco and Harry had both swished their wands straight across the tips of their enemy’s wands as they enounced, “Expelliarmus!” The Death Eaters’ wands went flying into the woods when their hands jerked back in astonishment as if they were being burned.

The blond, looking more and more familiar to Draco now, was snarling at them. He placed his hood back onto his head before he bellowed, “You won’t be so lucky next time, Malfoy!” And before Draco could do any kind of curse, the six hooded figures fled into the shadows.

They turned back to face each other, small smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths.

“Well, at least I know that I won’t be bored when I’m with you.” Draco smirked. “Every day seems to be full of er.”er.”

“No, not every day.” Harry chuckled. “I do have my lazy days.”

“Good. I’d hate to have others worry about me all the time now that I’m dating the famous Harry Potter.”

Harry moved forward, taking off a glove, and started to play with a small golden lock that had gotten itself free from Draco’s slicked back hair. “I think it is more appropriate to say that others would worry about me.” Then Harry lifted his wand and enchanted the silencing charm around the circle of trees that surrounded them.

“You’re up to something.”

Harry smiled, “Usually it’s the other way around.” He brought a hand up to gently cup one of Draco’s reddened cheeks. It felt cool against his warm palm.

Draco sighed, open-mouthed, his breath coming out in a barely visible puff. He closed his eyes slowly as Harry moved toward him and lightly placed his mouth over his. In the crisp autumn air, Harry’s mouth was more than warm to Draco, it was burning hot. He parted his lips invitingly for Harry, allowing his boyfriend to take more control, and he hungrily kissed back.

Harry pulled at Draco’s green and silver scarf, goading Draco to follow him down onto the slightly dewy earth. Draco ended up lying on top of Harry, his body firmly pressed up against Harry’s. It had seemed like such a long time since they have been in each other’s arms, curled up together like this, wanting to forget the cares of the world. Their bodies were so taut against one another’s they could feel the other’s excitement.

“Draco. . .” Harry sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He felt Draco’s lips descend to his neck, licking and sucking whatever skin was available.

“Who would have thought that you would be surrendering to me like this.” Draco chuckled lightly against Harry’s neck. His breath felt so warm to Harry.

As Harry opened his eyes, head still tilted up and against the tree, he could see the moon. It wasn’t a full moon, mind, but it was very close. The moon, then, reminded Harry of his godfather and Lupin, and he hated himself for forgetting. Perhaps before he went to bed tonight, he should write Sirius a letter.

Harry gaspuddeuddenly as he felt cool air touch his skin. Draco had been working the buttons open on his shirt while he was occupied with looking at the moon. The coolness was replaced with warm lips and he heard himself sigh blissfully.

“We might want to hurry, those guys might have found their wands by now and they might want to try attacking us again.”

“Relax, Harry. They won’t do anything more unless they’re *certain* that their plan will work.” Draco smirked, “Right. Like they could ever stop us.” He pressed his mouth to Harry again, tasting his sternum.

Harry slid down more so that he was all the way on the ground. He spread his knees apart, letting Draco slip his body in between. Draco finally got Harry shirtless, and then slowly brought his hands down to the waistband of his trousers. Harry closed his eyes again, feeling Draco work his hands on his skin, and before he could mutter ‘the three-headed dog’, he felt himself enveloped by a very warm mouth.

Harry gasped, trying not to groan out loud. He didn’t mind being so subordinate with Draco, he just wasn’t used to being so vocal. That was what girls did, right? So why should he moan and scream for another man?

‘You want to hear Draco moan and scream though, don’t you?’ A voice said. ‘That’s your masculinity side, you know. I’m sure that Draco would love to hear you groan out loud. Go on, give it a try.’

Harry shook his head. No, he wasn’t about to show Draco Malfoy any type of surrender, although that WAS what he was doing, wasn’t it? He was the one on his back, so he should be vocal, right? Maybe just a little?

‘It’s more powerful than you think.’ That damn voice said, ‘You could make him completely lose it with only a small noise. Come on, who’s it going to hurt? Don’t worry about your pride, you’re Harry Potter. You’re only fear is fear itself, remember?’

Draco swallowed. Son of a bitch! Harry’s body jerked as he let out a soft, audible moan.

“Not so fast there, Harry.” Draco removed Harry from his mouth and looked up at him, grinning. “I have other ideas.”

Harry slowed his breath as he watched Draco crawl up his body to meet his lips. Harry crushed Draco in his embrace as they smooched, almost knocking Harry’s glasses off of his face.

“What idea is that?” Harry panted. Draco attacked Harry’s neck and bit down softly. Harry grit his teeth as he waited for his boyfriend to start being more like a ‘vampire’.

Draco nibbled and sucked a little harder and then he sunk his canines into Harry’s flesh. Harry let out a sharp gasp that sounded like a small ‘ouch’.

“Oh, I have very. . . naughty ideas, Harry. Very naughty ideas.” Draco licked at Harry’s wound. The bite was just enough to stop him on the verge of coming, but it didn’t diminish his arousal all the way.

Draco got up on his knees and began to slip his robe off of his shoulders. He really had grown brooder since last year, Harry reflected. In rapt amusement, Harry continued to watch as Draco undid his tie, and then slipped his neatly pressed shirts off. Harry scooted his body closer to that enticing one, wondering if Malfoy was part vampire or veela more.

Without thinking, Harry muttered, “Are you sure you’re not a god, Draco?”

Draco laughed heartily. “Oh, in a few minutes you’ll be calling me that.”

Harry couldn’t help but snicker at that. Draco definitely had too big of an ego. Harry’s eyes widened when he watched Draco slip off his own pants and then his. The air was a bit nippy on his naked body, so when Draco lay back on top of him, he welcomed the warmth with open arms. For a few more minutes, they kissed with more passion and fever, until Draco broke away from the contact, going back up onto his knees. From Draco’s left, Harry watched him take out his wand.

He was vulnerable now, Harry realized. He was buck naked, and his wand was about two feet from him, in the pocket of his robes. was was defenseless, naked, and hard, with Draco Malfoy, alone in the Forest, with a Silencing Charm around them. And now Draco had his wand out and pointed in his direction. His magical one, of course, not the one that was looking as aching and swollen as his.

Suddenly Draco smirked, as if he knew what Harry had been thinking. How did Draco know? Was he really *that* readable?

Maybe he saw how Harry’s body became tense and just that simple gesture told him all.

“I thought I told you to relax.” Draco said, looking rather amused. He placed a hand underneath one of Harry’s legs and lifted it up onto one of his shoulders. “I am NOT going to hex you, so relax, Harry.” He said barely above a whisper.

And in that instant, Harry did relax. He could feel himself almost melt in the ground below him, and against Draco’s naked form. Draco smiled then, and then lowered his wand down toward Harry’s nether region. Harry was slightly confused, but he decided that whatever Draco was up to, it wasn’t bad. Draco WAS his magic partner, was he not? Or was that the right word to call him? Maybe he should ask Draco one day what they should call one another, besides lover.

Harry smiled to himself as he thought that. Lover. That had a very nice ring to it. His Slytherin, egotistic, magic-mingling, stubborn, blond, sexy lover. There are other words that he could call Draco, but that could take him a while to name.

He jerked then, feeling the cold tip of Draco’s wand touch the outside ring of his. . . arse. Then he felt something even colder when Draco mumbled something in Latin, some kind of spell. It felt rather slick and gooey too. That was when it had finally dawned on him what Draco was up to.

“Draco? Um, do you think we should do this now? I mean, shouldn’t we wait after a few more dates or something?”

Then Draco slipped his wand inside of Harry, making Harry gasp rather loudly.

“Wait? After we’ve come so far? And, ahem, wasn’t this YOUR idea?”

“My idea was to snog.” Harry stated, matter-of-factly.

“Well, there’s no turning back now, is there?” Draco smirked, and then cupped his hand around the head of Harry’s erection. “Well? Is there, my dear Golden boy?”

Harry groaned, unable to hold it in for much more, “No. No, there isn’t. . . My Little White Ferret.”

Draco stopped, he stopped everything. There was no more stroking, or wand fucking, or lubing. . . it worried Harry to the point that he had to open his eyes and look up at his boyfriend. Oops. Draco wasn’t looking very happy.

“Draco? I’m sorry, but. . .” Harry smiled, “You *were* a rather adorable ferret. I mean, you were all white and had such a shiny coat and. . .”

“And bouncing and flailing like an idiot!”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one that turned you into a ferret! I was just warning you about calling Mrs. Weasley porkly.”

“And then you started in on my mother. . .”

“Because you were the one that started the whole thing about how Ron’s father was in trouble and that it was in the Daily Prophet. But, really, I’m sorry, Draco. I called you MY little white ferret, cause I thought that it could be a cute nickname, you know. It is much better than calling you Mudpie, isn’t it?”

“That’s debatable.” Draco narrowed his eyes. He looked down at himself, “Oh, now look at what you did! You’ve ruined the mood!”

Draco’s ‘cobra’ was looking rather sulky. It wasn’t in that ready-to-strike position anymore. Harry gave Draco his best sorry look he could muster as he tried to fake a pout. “I’m sorry, Drake. Really, I am. I didn’t mean to make you mad.” Harry reached out and took a hold of The Little Slytherin and started to give it a very nice massage. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?” Draco glared, still slightly miffed by being reminded about that day that Mad-Eye Moody had transfigured him into a pure white ferret.

Harry grinned, slipping Draco’s wand out of him, and then he got up on all fours in front of Draco. “Like this.” He said, and then took the head of Draco’s manhood into his mouth.

Draco dropped his wand. His hands instantly flew to the back of Harry’s head and he urged his boyfriend on, to take him deeper. This was definitely making up for calling him a ferret. Well, Harry DID call him HIS white ferret. Yeah, Harry meant well, but it was a bad memory. Actually, it was a very embarrassing and humiliating memory. But Harry was doing a very good job reviving his ‘cobra’. Harry was HIS little charmer. He grinned at this.

“Harry. . . oh, gods almighty. . . oh, Harry!” How did he learn to do THAT with his tongue? “Ohh. . .”

When Harry couldn’t keep Draco in his throat any longer, he let up and then looked up at his other half. With a sultry smile, Harry lay back down, spreading his legs wide.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Are you going to just stare at me, or are you going to make me call you a god?”

Draco’s eyes widened in shock. Slowly he reached down for his wand, which still had some lube at the end, and then slid it back into Harry’s body. At first, Draco moved his wand slowly in and out of Harry, finding that one spot inside that made Harry jerk and moan.

“Oh, God, Draco. . . Please, do it. . .”

Draco decided not to respond, so instead, he positioned himself next to Harry’s entrance, lubed his own manhood, and then proceeded to thrust inside. It slid in faster than Draco had anticipated, and Harry let out a very loud gasp. Holy Shit, Harry was tight! Draco grabbed onto Harry’s skinny waist, forcing himself to hold still. There was nothing more Draco would want right now than to pound into Harry.

Before Draco realized he had said it, he asked, “Are you all right?”

Harry was more than surprised by what he heard coming out of Draco’s mouth, but he was happy that he was actually worried, considering on how horny he knew Draco was. He smiled as he nodded, indicating that he was just fine.

Draco let out a sigh of relief, and then leaned over to kiss Harry’s panting lips. They stayed lip-locked, and body-locked for a while, until Draco parted from Harry’s mouth, panting as heavy as Harry was. Harry was absolutely gorgeous with a flushed face, glossy eyes, and wet lips.

“I’m ready, Drake.” Harry said, locking his legs around Draco’s middle. He felt about as skinny as him, but Harry could also feel muscle bunching up around his legs. Yes, skinny, but strong.

Draco let out a long sigh, “I’ve been waiting a long time to hear you say that.”

“Oh? What else have you been waiting for me to say?” Harry smiled, teasingly.

Draco smiled back as he ran a couple fingers through Harry’s loose hair. He looked so adorable when he was lying down. “I’ve been waiting for you to say,” Draco cleared his throat, “Draco, darling, I’m sorry that I have picked that redhead Weasel instead of you that day on the train.’ And, ‘Draco, my sweet, you are much better company than that freckly faced weasel, and I’m sorry that I have shunned you for so many years. You are the apple of my eye, the sun of my galaxy. . .’”

“Don’t push it, Mudpie.” Harry teased. “But I am sorry that I haven’t figured out how I felt sooner.” He reached up to cup a hand over Draco’s cheek, which was getting more and more pink. “And,” Harry added, “Don’t call him weasel. He’s still my best friend.”

Draco smirked, “Oh, but of course.” He jerked his hips, indicating to Harry that he was still buried deeply inside of him. Harry couldn’t ignore the feeling if he tried.

“I know you’re in there, and you better make me take more notice.” Harry smiled.

“I’ll do better than that.” Draco snickered, and then leaned down to kiss Harry again. Harry put his arms around Draco’s neck as he felt his lover slowly slip out of him, half way, and then just as slowly, slid back inside. Harry let out a soft groan, which he knew was driving Draco crazy.

Draco began to speed up a bit more, rocking a little faster each time. The pain inside of Harry had completely vanished and was now replaced with the wonderful arousing feeling. Harry’s legs gripped Draco harder, the faster Draco went. Harry helped him in his movements, pushing back, loving the feel of Draco’s thick erection inside him. The feeling of being opened by Draco Malfoy was proving to be too much for Harry as he let out a loud scream, thanking the heavens that he remembered to put a silencing charm around the circle of trees.

“Oh god, oh god, oh MY God!” Harry couldn’t stand it anymore, so he lowered his handhand down to himself, moving in time with Draco’s thrusts.

Draco realized what Harry was doing and brought a hand down to slap Harry’s hand out of the way. He took over for his lover, stroking him as quickly as he was pounding into him.

Harry was shaking and moving with Draco’s body in complete rapture, not caring anymore that he was being so submissive. He let out a few straggled cries before he finally came into Draco’s hand, stringy shots coating his stomach.

Draco felt Harry clamp up around him when his orgasm hit, and Draco then, too, hit his climax, crying out Harry’s name as he filled his lover with his come.

Very shaky, Harry continued to hold Draco in his arms, panting and gasping. Draco rested his head on Harry’s chest, listening and feeling Harry’s heartbeat. When their bodies have finally started to slow down, they were beginning to feel the coolness of the evening air. The intense exercise kept them warm during the cool night, but as their sweat began to evaporate, it cooled them down immensely.

“It’s late.” Harry finally choked out. “We need to get back to Hogwarts.”

“Well, at least we found *some* moss before we got ambushed. We’ll just tell Snape that we looked almost everywhere, but it seems to be scarce this time.”

“I hope he’ll buy it.”

Draco got up onto his elbows to look down at Harry. Harry’s face was still flushed, but Draco guessed that it was mostly from the cold. “He should buy it. Anyways, we better get dressed otherwise YOU will catch a cold.”

“Oh? I will, eh? What about you?”

“Germs are too scared of me.” Draco said in a flaunting tone. He stood up, helped Harry up to his feet, and then scrambled for their clothes.

Harry winced slightly at the feeling of his arse. Harry sighed, ‘I guess I’ll have to get used to this feeling.’ He looked over at Draco who was giving him a raised brow and threw his clothes at him. ‘Hmm. Maybe not. . .’ His mind had then went back into the gutter, thinking of how he could convince his lover to let him take control some day.

~TBC~