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Author's Note: To everyone who's been reading a big thanks, and an even bigger one to everyone that's left a review!

Now, as we all know, there is a special spot in heaven for all good beta readers, and I feel sure mine Sehriya and Yura-chan have earned theirs. I got over eager and posted this chapter without having gotten all of it it back, but that version has now been deleted - so this is hopefully mistake free :)

To everyone who has been dying for some snoo snoo action in the story, this chapter will hopefully please. But don't get too excited – think of this chapter as foreplay ;-P

Finally I have a poll going on my profile as to what to write next, please cast a vote and save me having to dither for days. Also quite happy to accept bunnies for any of the pairings I have up there :)

Hmmm, well... this has turned into a rather long note hasn't it?

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The next morning, Harry woke up feeling happy. The memory of his dream had left him with a painfully hard cock, but he regretfully decided that he didn't have the time to take care of it right now. Somehow, accepting his attraction to Innadrue seemed to have lifted a weight from his mind. It wasn't as though he had no problems with the idea, but after a good night's sleep, it didn't seem quite so overwhelming any more.

Harry dressed quickly and headed down to the hall with Ron. Hermione, who was usually up before the boys, was already sat at the table, scanning a book in front of her and nibbling on a piece of toast.

"Morning." Harry told her brightly, helping him self to tea and toast.

"Morning. You seem usually cheerful for a Monday morning." Hermione said, sounding surprised.

"Yep." Harry said with a grin, deciding not to elaborate.

Ron gave him a slightly disgusted look as he shovelled food onto his plate. Ron was not a morning person.

As the three of them ate in companionable silence, Dean and Lavender came and joined them, both with grins on their faces.

"Have you heard about Crabbe and Goyle?!" Dean asked excitedly

"What about them?" Ron replied around a mouthful of bacon.

Dean and Lavender's grins widened.

"You tell them." Dean told Lavender, who giggled.

"I was in the girls bathroom, and I heard Pansy talking to some other Slytherin about their first DADA lesson." Lavender began, still giggling occasionally. "Apparently Goyle tried to answer a question – and Innadrue said 'No, I'm sorry, it's no good. I can't hear you over all the ugly.'! Then, told him and Crabbe that he won't have them putting everyone off in his class with their faces! And now..." At this point her laughter took her over, and a chuckling Dean had to finish.

"And now, they both have to wear bags on their heads in his class!" he told the astonished trio, now wearing huge grins themselves.

"And he said if they're good – he'll let them cut eye holes!" Lavender finished, breathless with laughter by this point.

"Bloody. Brilliant." Ron said in awe.

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For a change Harry actually enjoyed Potions. Snape was as horrible as ever, and Seamus had earned himself a detention for telling Snape that he couldn't hear the instructions over the ugly of Goyle's face, but two solid hours of teasing Crabbe and Goyle had made it all worth it. Even Draco seemed sullen and without any good comebacks - obviously feeling tarnished by association. By the end of the lesson, the cheerful mood of the Gryffindor had obviously irritated Snape, who gave them a small mountain of homework.

As the class headed off to the catacombs, there was a general consensus that it had been worth it. Totally worth it.

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As the Gryffindor's made their way into Innadrue's classroom, feelings seemed to have warmed considerably towards the new resident vampire.

Innadrue himself stood in from of his divan, smiling at them and dressed only in a silken black sarong.

"Harry, he's wearing a skirt." Ron said needlessly to Harry in a whisper.

"A sarong, Mr. Weasley, a sarong." Innadrue corrected, demonstrating a preternatural level of hearing.

"Erm, what's the difference?" Ron asked with friendly cheek.

Innadrue laughed good naturedly.

"Very little, Mr. Weasley. But they are spelt differently, so that's something. Now, help yourselves to drinks. and take your seats if you would."

Innadrue had expanded his choice of drinks. Fruity chilled whites sat along side the red wine, as well as butterbeers, jugs of pumpkin juice and steaming jugs of coffee. Harry had half hoped to find Valhallan mead, but had to settle to a glass of very good red wine. He didn't feel too hard done by.

'So good to see you again Harry.' a caressing voice, unmistakably Innadrue's, whispered in Harry's head.

Unfortunately at that exact moment Harry had been taking a sip of his drink, and promptly choked coughing loudly.

"Easy mate." Ron said with a laugh, patting him on the back.

The voice in his head laughed. 'I'm sorry Harry, I shouldn't have startled you.'

Harry stared at Innadrue, who appeared to be nothing more than glancing about the room, waiting for everyone to settle.

'As should be obvious, I'm using telepathy. But don't worry; I'm not trying to read your thoughts. I've been forbidden to do that here. But to you, Harry... I wouldn't anyway. You have my word on that. If you wish to respond, just concentrate on what you want to say and push it out with your mind – I'll do the rest."

Trying not to look as though anything was happening, Harry focused his thoughts.

'Can you hear me?' Harry thought, not sure he had understood the instructions.

'Yes Harry, loud and clear... Easier than passing notes, don't you think?' Innadrue's voice said, as the man himself perched on the divan. 'I should really get on with the class I suppose, but if there is anything you want to tell me, anything you'd rather not say aloud... just think it to me.'

With a quick, smouldering, glance at Harry. Innadrue began to teach.

The lesson that day focused on rare and deadly magical creatures, ways of detecting, avoiding, and, where necessary, battling them. Innadrue's knowledge proved to be near encyclopaedic and his teaching manner easy and engaging. He asked and answered questions with aplomb, and whether it was the story of Crabbe and Goyle's treatment, or just the dissipating shock of having a vampire for a teacher, but the class seemed far more relaxed. Even Hermione seemed to be warming to Innadrue, as it became increasingly clear that beneath the strange behaviour was a brilliant mind with centuries of knowledge.

"Now, the Manticore. Very simply put, if you can avoid going near one – do it. There is no known charm that can penetrate their skin, their sting is instantly lethal, and they smell truly awful. Should you ever have no choice but to face one, aim your magic not at the creature itself but the environment around it. Heat the air, levitate things into it, transfigure and charm objects into weapons – ideally ones that can fight on their own. Even then, you should be looking for escape routes. Manticore are very hard to kill, the best you may be able to do is distract them."

'Have you ever killed one?' Harry thought to Innadrue.

'Once. But not with magic – strength and speed, along with a rather large sword. Most of my magic takes time to cast. In battle, my kind tend to rely on physicality.' Innadrue replied mentally, continuing to lecture out loud.

'You killed a MANTICORE with a sword?!' Harry thought back, almost saying it out loud in his shock.

'Impressive aren't I?' Innadrue replied, giving Harry a quick wink, but never once breaking the flow of his speech.

Harry snorted with laughter and tried to hide it with a cough. When he looked up Hermione was watching him, a suspicious look on her face.

"Miss Granger, can you tell me which two countries I would be most likely to find one?" Innadrue asked aloud.

"Greece and Turkey, though they have been sighted in the Italian Alps as well as parts of Asia." Hermione said immediately, attention snapping back to Innadrue.

'Rather thought you'd like her distracted, Harry. Don't say I never do anything for you.' Innadrue's voice whispered playfully, and Harry could have sworn he felt the brush of lips against his ear.

Harry smiled, crossing his legs to hide the growing bulge in his lap. Suddenly feeling bold, Harry responded.

'Oh, you do something for me, Innadrue. Absolutely no doubt about that.'

To everyone's enormous surprise, Innadrue burst out laughing. Something that seemed especially odd given that he was explaining how Erkling lured away children to devour.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly thought about monkeys." Innadrue said by way of explanation, still laughing and getting many funny looks in response. "Annnnnywaaaay, the Erkling."

For the rest of class Harry and Innadrue didn't speak but exchanged many glances and smiles. Harry didn't think anyone else noticed, except perhaps Hermione, but he couldn't bring him self to worry.

"Right, my lovely little bundles of blood, that is the end of the lesson. I shall see you all on Wednesday for more fun and games. Oh, and lest I forget, I have decided that your first extra class will be on Friday evening." This announcement was met with groans. "Don't be so pessimistic, my dears! I fully intend for you to enjoy these classes - in fact, I have even asked Harry to help me plan them to ensure that. So please, don't worry." Innadrue paused dramatically. "AND I have an incredibly exciting, wondiferous, fantasmagorical announcement... that I'll give to you all on Wednesday."

Amidst many protests and calls to give the announcement now (all to no avail), the class began to gather their things and file out of the room.

"Harry, a moment please." Innadrue said, climbing down from the platform and walking towards him.

Hermione hesitated and then stayed by Harry's side, Ron following suit. Harry very much wished they would leave them alone but could think of no way of getting them to.

"Harry, would you be so good as to call on me tonight? Any time after you are done with dinner will be fine, and if you have any notes from the classes you gave last year, please bring them along." Innadrue asked, ignoring Ron and Hermione's presence.

"Oh, ok then." Harry said, trying to sound reluctant.

'I'd love to.' he thought to Innadrue, simultaneously and enthusiastically.

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The rest of the day was something of a blur to Harry. He was distracted in every class, distracted at lunch, and distracted through the whole of dinner, till finally even Ron noticed.

"Not worried about seeing Innadrue tonight are you?" he asked Harry as they sat eating dinner. "Sure you'll be fine, you said he all right last night, so I'm sure it'll be fine."

"I'm not worried Ron, just trying to remember all the stuff we covered in the DA." Harry lied cheerfully.

Hermione remained thoughtfully silent - something that concerned Harry far more than anything she had asked had.

Lingering as long over his plate as he could stand, Harry stood to leave before pudding had been served, and before Ron and Hermione were even half way through with their food.

"Well, I'd better get going." Harry told them, eager to be off and trying not to show it.

Without waiting for a reply, he was gone.

"Poor bugger, I'd be nervous going to see a vampire as well. No matter how nice he was." Ron said, putting more mashed potatoes onto his plate.

Hermione made a non committal sound as she watched Harry leave, purse lipped and with a worried frown on her face.

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Harry hurried to the catacombs as fast as he could, finding it hard not to actually break into a run. When he reached Innadrue's classroom, he found Titus waiting, sitting on the edge of the platform before the door. With a grunt he stood.

"Massster said wait, show you to him when you arrive. You follow?" he asked, almost sounding friendly.

"Yes, thank you Titus. I'll follow you."

"You follow, you follow Titus." Titus hissed, sounding positively happy.

He led Harry through the sitting room he had seen the night before, but not through the door to the dining room. Opening a different door with the touch of his palm, Titus led Harry through a long passageway that sloped gently down. Reaching a doorless archway, Titus motioned Harry forward, bowing low and then turning to leave. Harry hesitated only a moment before entering.

The room was vast, close to the size of the great hall. Coal braziers were set at intervals along either side of the room, giving off smoky flickering light and a heady perfume of some exotic incense. In the centre of the room was a large rectangular pool of steaming water, the water opaque with scented oils, steps leading down into it on either end. And standing in the centre, was Innadrue.

Standing in the water, and in profile to Harry, stood Innadrue, well rounded buttocks half submerged. In his hands he held a sponge, which he ran over his bare chest, water trailing down tightly defined abdominals and trickling into the beginnings of dark gold public hair. His long wet hair fell down his naked back in a tangle of curls, his head tilted up, eyes closed.

Harry didn't speak. He wasn't sure he could have done, had he wanted to. He drank in every inch of the man in front of him. The pale muscle of his arms, dripping with water. The look of pleasure on the flawless face. The beautiful tapering V of his hips, as they vanished into the water. Harry simply stood, and stared.

"I wasn't expecting you so early Harry. Please; one moment." Innadrue said at last, not looking at him.

Slowly, Innadrue turned and walked to the steps on the other of the pool from Harry. As he climbed up Harry's eyes were glued to the perfect, dimpled, white globes of his arse. Harry held his breath waiting for Innadrue to turn, but to his enormous frustration, he didn't. Instead, he bent down (of itself a hugely pleasing sight to Harry) and picked up a short black linen robe laying on the floor. Putting the robe on over his wet body, Innadrue turned to Harry with a smile pulling up one corner of his mouth.

Sauntering over, Innadrue reached out and ran a hand through Harry's hair, leaning down and placing a light, quick kiss on Harry's lips. He leaned in closer.

"Hello Harry." he whispered, lips brushing Harry's ear, echoing the phantom lips of earlier that day.

Harry groaned softly.

"Come with me." Innadrue whispered again, the hand in Harry's hair trailing down his shoulder, along his arm and taking hold of Harry's own hand.

Harry followed mutely back into the sitting room, where Innadrue led him back to the same couch as before. Harry sat first. Innadrue followed suit, his back against the arm, and then stretched out his pale legs over Harry's lap, wriggling slightly as he did.

Harry, who had been hard since walking into the bathing room, was wonderfully aware of Innadrue's legs moving against his crotch. Even through his clothes it was enough to make his breath catch in his chest.

"So Harry, tell me about your DA classes." Innadrue said conversationally.

It took Harry rather longer than he liked to be able to talk, and longer still to remember what on earth the DA was. Eventually coming to himself, Harry began to tell him exactly what he had covered and how.

"Very impressive, Harry." Innadrue murmured, stretching his legs further, and pressing them harder against Harry's hard-on.

Unsure if he was talking about the DA or what he could feel pressed against his leg (and not quite thinking clearly from lust), Harry spoke.

"Which one?" he asked with a faint moan, pushing his hips faintly against Innadrue's legs.

"Hmmmmm," Innadrue mused, retracting his legs till just one foot was resting on Harry's lap "do I really have to pick just one?" he finished, rubbing his foot ever so slightly back and forth.

Harry groaned louder and closed his eyes.

Suddenly the delicious pressure was gone, and opening his eyes Harry saw Innadrue, stood on the other side of the room, picking up a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses.

"How did you do that? Get over there I mean." Harry asked, voice coming out hoarse.

"The same as you do. A series of simple gestures. Only I moved too fast for you to see." Innadrue said, waiting with an expectant smile. Getting only a blank look he muttered. "Are there no wizards who watch movies?!"

Returning to the seat and placing a glass in Harry's hand, he sat. This time, legs straight down - much to Harry's disappointment..

Harry gulped his wine, barely tasting it. His mind all over the place and libido running wild, Harry wasn't sure if he was having the best night of his life or just the most frustrating.

"If you can keep a secret, I thought I might let in you in on my announcement a few days early." Innadrue told him, watching Harry over his glass. "Can you keep a secret Harry?

"Yeah, of course." Harry said, still wishing Innadrue would put his legs back onto his lap.

"Well... I'm having a Halloween party!" Innadrue all but sang.

"Er, well, that sounds great... but you do know it's the eighth of September, don't you?"

"Of course! But my parties take a lot of planning. Plus, there is a small matter of consent letters." Innadrue explained. Seeing Harry's quizzical look, he went on. "Anyone who has come of age is free to come, but I wanted to invite your year as well. Or at least, I wanted to invite you which means inviting the rest of your year – I don't think your headmaster would entirely approve of us developing a... friendship.... Anyway, after a very great deal of negotiation with Dumbledore, I was allowed to do so; but only on the condition that parental consent be obtained."

Leaning across, Innadrue gave Harry's upper thigh a gentle squeeze, his index finger brushing across Harry's denim covered balls and causing a visible throb in the tent of his jeans.

"You will come, won't you ,Harry?"

"Mmmmmm." Harry whimpered, biting down on his bottom lip.

Innadrue laughed and took his hand away

"I'll take that as a yes."

"What? Oh – the party. Yeah, I'll come, definitely." Harry said, trying to gather his thoughts. " Wait! 'Parental consent'?!" Harry laughed, bitterly. "There's no way the Dursley's are going to give me that."

Unwelcome thoughts of Sirius came to Harry's mind. He was sure he would have given him permission. With this line of thought, Harry felt himself going soft again.

"Yes, I've heard about the muggles who raised you. But don't worry – I'll take care of that." Innadrue said, standing up.

When Harry stood, Innadrue pulled him close. Wrapping an arm around him, Innadrue put one hand on the small of Harry's back, rubbing in small circles. The other hand ran through Harry's hair, gently pulling his face against his chest.

"I made you think of something upsetting, didn't I? I'm sorry Harry." Innadrue whispered holding him tighter.

Feeling his crotch pressed up against Innadrue's bare leg, Harry grew hard again in seconds. Nuzzling his face lightly against the opening of Innadrue's robe, Harry wrapped his arms around him, running his hands over his back. Nestling closer, Harry felt a distinct swelling growing against his hip through the thin linnen. Grinding himself against it, Harry felt Innadrue lengthen.

"Ahhhhhh, sweet boy." Innadrue breathed, one hand closing, almost painfully, on Harry's hair - the other slipping down and into the waistband of Harry's jeans.

Harry groaned into pale skin as he felt Innadrue's hand slide beneath his underwear, kneading the top of one cheek. Lost in the moment, Harry slid his own hands down and under Innadrue's robe, gripping his taut buttocks.

Tilting Harry's head back by his hair, Innadrue leaned down and pressed his face into the nape of Harry's neck. Alternating between light, teasing, kisses and swift flicks of the tip of tongue, Innadrue worked his way up to Harry's jaw line.

"This, I'm afraid, my sweet, sweet boy, is where we end things for tonight." Innadrue said regretfully, his face pressed close against Harry's.

"What?" Harry moaned, certain he must have misheard.

Innadrue didn't answer, but gently unwrapped Harry's arm from him and stepped back. At some point during the embrace, Innadrue's belt had come undone and his robe hung open. Harry gazed hungrily at his first sight of any hard penis but his own. Long and thick, Innadrue's member was as pale as the rest of him, except where the half retracted foreskin exposed a slightly pinker head. Standing unselfconsciously in front of him, Innadrue let Harry look at him for a moment before slowly closing the robe once more.

"Why?" Harry asked simply, need in his voice.

"So young, so eager..." Innadrue muttered, seemingly to himself, before going on. "When you have watched millennia pass by you come to understand many things. All things in this world, Harry, and most especially pleasure, are fleeting... and so they should be prolonged as long as possible. And anticipation... ah, well that, dear Harry, is a key component of pleasure."

Kissing him on the brow, Innadrue turned and began to leave.

"Goodnight Harry. I shall be thinking of you." he called as he exited the room.

Harry stood there for a moment, still painfully hard, and with an ache throbbing in his balls. With a frustrated sigh, he left.

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Knowing he would find no privacy in his dorm, and unwilling to wait till everyone had fallen asleep, Harry headed for a bathroom.

Finding it empty, he quickly locked himself in a stall and ripped open his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down around his ankles. Sitting down on the toilet lid, Harry began to stroke himself. Pulling back his foreskin, Harry rubbed the precum that had been forming for the last hour or so over the head of his cock, moaning and imagining it was Innadrue's hand. Knowing he wouldn't last long, he pulled gently on his balls and began to jerk him self in earnest. As he got closer to release, he replayed every touch in his head, sighing. Finally, eyes closed tightly, and the image of Innadrue naked before him, burning into his mind – he came with a guttural cry. Thick ropes of cum shot up, the first hitting Harry on the cheek, the next few pelting his chest, and the final spurts oozing over his hand.

"Oh god." Harry said with a deep sigh.

Sitting breathlessly for a moment, his now deflating and sticky cock in his hand, Harry looked down at his T-shirt.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, gathering handfuls of toilet paper and starting to wipe himself down.

Having cleaned off most of it (and cursing that he didn't have his robes with him to cover the stains), Harry opened the stall and went to check himself over in the mirror. Seeing he still had a large glob of cum on his cheek and that his T-shirt was still a mess, he went back to the stall and grabbed more paper. Cleaning himself at the sink as best he was able, Harry began to contemplate routes back to the common room least likely to have him bumping into anybody.

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There were times when Harry hated the magical world. And this, he decided, as he stood in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, was one of them.

He had managed to get all the way to the common room door without meeting anyone, only to have the Fat Lady question him!

"Well, come on! What is it?" she demanded for the second time, squinting at his shirt.

"It's nothing-" Harry started before being cut off.

"It almost looks like-"

"Paper bag!" Harry shouted at her, turning red (the password having been changed earlier, in honour of Crabbe and Goyle).

"Well, how rude!" The Fat Lady complainedas her painting swung open.

Dashing through, Harry hurried towards his dorm room.

"Harry, there you are!" Ron called from a table at the side of the room, where he and Hermione sat doing homework.

"Um, one sec mate – be right back." Harry called, continuing in and up the stairs.

Once in his room, he quickly stripped off his T-shirt and threw it in with his dirty clothes. Grabbing another at random, he pulled it on and headed back out to join the others.

"Sorry about that – I spilt my drink and it was all sticky. How are you two?" Harry asked them, slightly out of breath, as he took a seat at the table.

"Awful - have you seen how much reading Snape's homework is going to take?" Ron said miserably. "Oh, how'd your meeting go?" he added, remembering.

"Oh you know, pretty routine – just wanted to know what we did last year." Harry said, aiming for nonchalance.

"Isn't that what you told him last time?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Er, not really – it was a bit more general last time. This time was about lesson plans and things." Harry lied. "So, what reading do we have to do?"

Ron turned his book round to Harry and began to show him, then glanced up at Harry's face and seemed to notice something.

"Harry, what have you got on your ear?"

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Post Story Note: Not really connected to my story but the Harry Potter Wiki didn't mention slash in the article of fanon! I have corrected this appalling omission, but if any of you happen across the site and its isn't there? Edit the page! :-D