Ok folks I know it been a long time already and believe me from the bottom of my heart I'm so sorry. But College life and industrial experience have kept me from updating for you lovely folks. (Yes I realize Its been so long you had to re-read the first one and believe me so did I) so here goes Part 2. It will get more direction in the up coming chapters I am currently trying to develop my characters (go me!).

This one is an Inner Draco monologue. Enjoy!

Part 2 Student/Teacher Relations

For most of my life I've never even contemplated being different to other people. It was sort of a given, I was pureblood, well brought up, rich and always got what I wanted. One day during my sixth year at Hogwarts it finally struck me that there was something else different about me now that I had not realized before. Well it struck me one night actually, as I lay beside Pansy after what, could be casually called, Comfort sex. Pansy was a great friend of mine and had been since the first year. Constantly making sure I was content and happy. She an I had become lovers during the first weeks of the sixth year and lay together whenever the urge took us.

Anyway back to my startling revelation. It happened when on the verge of my orgasm I called out "George" startling both my self and Pansy quite badly. George of course was George Weasley who over the past couple of months I seemed to lust after more and hate less. He and his twin often visited the weasel and the girl one. Causing me to see them around the castle far more than he should have and therefore allowing myself to form the attraction.

Pansy afterwards told me she'd guessed it would happen to me, as all the best ones turn out gay or impotent in the end. Having scared myself senseless with this information. I threw myself into quidditch. Having never been very good before and only staying on the team through my fathers influence I was determined this year to prove myself worthy of my place (that and to distract myself from certain tall red haired gryffindors). I practiced day and night and any spare time I had for weeks. Good in many ways as I got fitter and quicker helping my reflexes and speed and I stopped me from thinking about boys!

Lately my fantasies hadn't just been about George they had expanded to any male. The other day I had caught myself admiring Blaise Zabini's arse in the shower after quidditch practice (he's our new chaser), or when Seamus Finnigan bent down in DADA to pick up a dropped quills I found myself admiring the fantastic way his trousers stretched over his bum. But worst of all in a very boring potions lesson I actually found myself admiring the colour of Harry Potter's eyes, Stunning, that's it. I officially need help. POTTER, Harry bloody-the-boy-who-wont-die-saint Potter.

Having therefore taken a vow a homosexual celibacy (and deciding to see if I could shag myself straight). It was sod's law that on the day I took that vow, I saw the main star of my pubescent wanking fantasies again for the first time in years. Oliver Wood had been the sexy, Scottish, broad shouldered, walking sex on legs, ENEMY. Watching him a Marcus glare at each other on the captain handshake did something to my insides I didn't even want to think about at the time (I WAS 11!).

He had taken on the position of quidditch coach and flying instructor. God he was still sexy even more so if I was honest with myself as his muscles had developed more and his hair had grown out somewhat to the length I like men's hair to be shaggily cut to the length were it hangs just around the collar on a shirt. (Yes I realize The WEASELS hair is that length too but if you think I'm going to like THAT you've another thing coming!)

He had come out to watch us fly, well he was supposed to coach us but he ever seemed to. But his position as school quidditch coach mean he had to come out for all practices and not just gryff ones. Many of my fellow snakes thought he reported back to Potty and Ro-Weasel (Dam the whole bloody gorgeous clan) on our strategies and told them how to counter them.

I was having on of my pessimistic days as mother calls them. Blaise calls them my SELF-DOUBTING WANKER-STOP-BEING-A-PILLOCK-YOUR-FINE days. I really wanted my team to win (sod being on it I just want to win for once) but having just earned to title of team captain thanks to all the effort I'd been putting in (thank you George) I didn't know whether or not I was allowed to sit out of matches. So I decided to ask him at the end of practice.

And then…….well……..erm…….I……kis……..herm-hum….kissed him. I don't know what possessed me but I did only on the cheek but…….oh dear god I need help I nee…….

"Blaise wait up mate I need a really big favour it involves sex…..!"