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Author notes: Sorry that this chapter took such a stupidly long time, especially as it's so short. A combination of me being crap and having had real world stuff to do are to blame. Anyway, this is short of a filler chapter, but I hope you like it. As before you can contact me at: if you feel so inclined that is.

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Part Two

It was the second day back and Harry was confused. Worst of all there was no one he could talk to about it. Although, Harry thought to himself, it's not like I could talk about it, even if there was someone. The problem was his new teacher. Ever since Harry had locked eyes with Innadrue Felldane he hadn't been able to get the man out of his head. As he lay in bed on the first day he had been able to tell him self that he hadn't really been attracted to Innadrue. It was must have been some kind of vampire trick – after all he had said he liked playing games and pretty much everyone he looked at seemed embarrassed about something. Once he had decided this he smiled to himself, and promptly fell asleep. The trouble was that night his dreams were filled with snow white limbs, crimson lips and most of all brilliant violet eyes.

The next morning Ron had woken him "You better get up mate or you're gonna miss breakfast" the red head called, tossing a pillow at Harry, as he finished dressing.

"Um… sure be right there" Harry said sleepily but making no move to pull back the covers, the memory of the dream still having a very noticeable effect on a certain part of his body. Ron paused for a moment at the doors waiting then smiled knowingly and left, giving Harry a bit of privacy to get up. Harry flopped back into bed and groaned. It looked as though Innadrue wasn't going to be quite so easy to dismiss from his mind.

As Harry got up he was pleased the others were all dressed and gone, and not just so no one had the opportunity to comment on the tent in his pyjamas. Stripping off, Harry looked down at his body and stretched. He ran his hands lightly over his chest and across is abs then sighed and stopped. He was not going to touch himself, if he did after that dream it would be like admitting that it had meant something. Which he decided, it very definitely didn't.

After a (very cold) shower and quickly dressing Harry had rushed down to breakfast. Once there he realised that he didn't actually have anything until Charms in the afternoon, and that he could have stayed in bed after all.

"Ron, why did you wake me?" Harry asked his best friend grumpily as he took a seat across from him.

"I 'fort you might be 'ungry" Ron said around a mouthful of sausage

Harry just grunted in reply and helped himself to some orange juice "Where's Hermione?"

"Amfant Oons" Ron garbled, still eating furiously.

Seamus and Neville both burst out laughing causing Ron to look up blushing.

"I think he meant 'Ancient Runes' Harry" Neville supplied helpful

"Yeah, that's right. Ancient Runes" Ron added with a sheepish grin.

For a while the four of them eat in companionable silence till Seamus broke in

"Dark Arts again tomorrow morning"

The others just nodded, each looking as eager as the next to talk about it but bound by the spell. What Harry wanted to ask most of all was what they had felt when the looked into the vampire's eyes. Harry snorted quietly to himself, Yeah right, I can see it now, I'll just ask "Hey Seamus, did you get turned on by our new teacher the other day? Ron, how about you?" he thought bitterly. Even on the remote chance one of them had felt the same as Harry he felt sure none of them would every admit it. He knew he certainly wouldn't. Although as soon as he thought this Harry asked himself why was he so embarrassed about it? After all, the wizarding world was easier going about the idea of two men together than the Muggle world. And it wasn't as though he had done anything; it had just been idle thoughts. But you've never had those kinds of thoughts about a man before, and even in the wizarding world it's not exactly seen as great. Not to mention the fact he's a teacher… A nasty little voice in the back of his mind said.

"Mr. Potter, may I have a word please?" Professor McGonagall's crisp voice said, pulling Harry away from his thoughts.

"Of course Professor." Harry replied leaving the table, his food mostly untouched and grateful for the distraction. "Have I done something wrong?"

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow archly, "Not that I am aware of Mr. Potter, I merely wished to inform you that the headmaster has decided to lift your Quidditch ban."

"Quidditch?" Harry said stupidly as he realised that he had not even thought about his beloved game over the summer. In fact he had tried to avoid thinking about anything in the wizarding world as much as possible.

"Yes Mr. Potter, Quidditch – a game played on broomsticks? I trust you remember?" McGonagall went on, a slight smile pulling at the corner of her lips. Harry just nodded, a much larger smile spreading across his face as he took in what he was being told. "Well I'm glad to see that my new house captain has at least some memory of the game." She finished, in a kindly amused voice.

For a moment Harry just starred at her, trying to be sure he had heard right. "Captain! But Alicia has been on team longest and she-"

"Was the very first person to suggest you. She does not want the position Mr. Potter, and she thought you would be ideal. And I have to say I rather agree with her. Now do make sure you practice hard Harry, I believe I've mentioned to you before that I have gotten rather used to the Quidditch Cup sitting in my office." With that she was gone, leaving Harry standing with his mouth open.

Harry walked back to the table, still smiling and sat back down with his friends.

"What was that about Harry, I guessing you're not in trouble by the look on your face" Ron asked pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Oh nothing much." Harry said airily watching as Ron took a mouthful of tea. "She was just letting me know that I can play Quidditch again- oh and by the way mate, I'm your new captain." Harry grinned as Ron choked on his tea.

"Really!" Ron asked when he had finished coughing. Harry laughed and nodded. "Bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed, very loudly, causing a group of passing Hufflepuff to jump and look over. Ron didn't notice.

After that breakfast was forgotten and the rest of the morning was spent in the common room discussing the upcoming Quidditch season. All of his friends seemed really excited about him being back on the team, especially Ron, who if anything seemed more pleased than Harry. Just before lunch Hermione arrived back in the Gryffindor tower and heard the news.

"Oh Harry, that's wonderful! You must be so pleased!" She began smiling at the two beaming boys, then frowned "Oh, but will you have enough time to study being captain and everything, I mean we are starting NEWTS this year." She asked her voice full of concern. Harry and Ron starred at her flabbergasted and then looked at each other, totally at a loss for words. Hermione rolled her eyes and then she grinned again "So, when's your first match?"

The charms class that afternoon was not Harry's most successful. They were supposed to be combining two charms they had used before into one and making a teacup sprout legs and then dance across their tables. Not only did Harry fail to get his teacup to grow legs, he also shattered one and somehow set another on fire. In retrospect he thought it might have had something to do with the fact he was trying to draw sketches of different Quidditch plays as he spoke about them with Ron, at the same time as spell casting. Finally Hermione looked up from her teacup (which was now dancing a rather intricate Rumba) and glared at the pair. After that they did quite a bit better, and by the end of the class both had managed to get their cups to do a rather unsteady wobble across the table.

That night Harry and Ron rushed through dinner and were quickly outside on their brooms. Before too long several of their team mates and friends cam out to join them and the evening was spent in a sort of unofficial first practice. Even Hermione came out to watch (though steadfastly refused Ron's suggestion she join in). By the time they came in the light was beginning to fail and Harry was exhausted but happy. Being back on his broom and feeling the wind rush by him seemed to have blasted away some of lingering depression of the summer. As they trekked up to the common room Hermione and Ron were both thrilled to see Harry in such good spirits and shared relieved grins with one another at seeing their friend seemingly getting back to normal.

The three of them managed to get their favourite seats by the fire, and were soon chatting happily. After a few hours, and when Harry and Ron began to discuss each play that they had been made for the fourth time Hermione finally gave up and said goodnight. Not long after Harry suggested doing the same to Ron.

"Yeah, Dark Arts first thing tomorrow" Ron agreed, clearly still eager to say more but unable. Harry just nodded, unsure of what he would say even if he were free to speak.

That night Harry dreamt of flying across a night time sky, chasing the gold glimmer of the snitch across a glittering field of stars. As he sped through the air feeling the wind whip across his face, he felt a sudden certainty that somewhere out in the dark a pair of violet eyes were watching him…

Harry woke before any of his dorm mates, feeling slightly shaken by his dream. He slipped quietly from his bed, out of the room and went to the bathroom. As he stripped naked and moved to stand under the shower head he had a sudden flash of the eyes from his dream, causing him to spin round in alarm only to find he was looking at an empty room. Harry gave a shaky laugh and shook his head.

"Get a grip Harry, just a dumb dream… just a dream." He muttered under his breath as he turned on the shower. But despite what he told himself he couldn't quite shake the feeling of being watched.

By the time Ron and Hermione came down to breakfast Harry was almost finished with his.

"You're up early Harry." Hermione said as she took a seat opposite him. "Did you sleep ok?"

"Yeah, fine thanks" Harry lied rather unconvincingly, nodding to Ron as the redhead took the seat to his right. "Care of Magical Creatures tomorrow, it'll be good to see Hagrid properly won't it?" He rushed on before either of his friends could ask more about his sleep habits. Harry's distraction worked and after that most of breakfast was spent speculating over what kind of awful creatures Hagrid might have for them this year.

The first class of morning was Horology with Hufflepuff. It soon became obvious to all the Hufflepuff (including their Head of House, an increasingly annoyed Professor Sprout) that the Gryffindor among them were distracted. The final straw came when even Hermione was caught day dreaming when asked a question.

"Would I be a million mile off the mark to guess that your next class is Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Professor Sprout finally snapped at them. She was greeted with many shame faced nods. She sighed, "I realise I may not be quite as interesting as our resident melodramatic vampire but please do try to pay attention."

After that while the concentration of the Gryffindor did not improve they did at least try to look like they were paying attention. Finally the class ended and they were dismissed, and then it was down to the catacombs.

End of Part 2

Post fic note: Sorry nothing much happens in this chapter but I promise the next one will be bigger and better  Also please, please, please review – even its only to say that you hate it. Cheers,

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