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Chapter 2

Harry ran into his room and cried himself to sleep. That night all he could dream about was Dumbledore. He woke up sweating and panting and looked down as he realised all his blood had rushed south. He jumped out of bed and took a cold shower as he tried to get the older man out of his head.

Later that morning he sat in potions and Hermione noticed that he had a far away look in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about hun?" Hermione asked her boyfriend.

"Yeah hun, you've been distracted all lesson" Ron mocked.

Hermione shot Ron a dirty look and stroked Harry's cheek. Harry couldn't help but wish it was Dumbledore's wrinkly fingers doing so. Harry pushed such thoughts out of his mind and replied, "Just remembering the private lesson I had with Professor D last night"

"Oh." Hermione said confusedly, "Was it good?" she asked.

"You could say that.." Harry said enigmatically.

"Excuse me Mr Potter!" Professor Snape spat out. "We're in the middle of a class here, I suggest you and your girlfriend continue your little conversation later or you can continue it in DETENTION! 40 points points off for Gryffindor."

Harry blushed and tried going back to work but all he could think about was Dumbledore's soft white beard and twinkling eyes.

Later that evening Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at dinner in the great hall chatting about Quidditch. Hermione noticed that Harry's eyes kept flicking toward the teacher's table.

"Who are you looking for Harry?" Hermione asked.

"What?!" Hrry exclaimed, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You keep looking at the teacher's table" Hermione stated, confused by Harry's reaction.

"Ummm… well I'm looking for… ugh.. Hagrid! He hasn't shown up for dinner yet!" Harry exclaimed.

"Okay…" Hermione said as she wondered what was up with Harry that day.

Harry quickly looked up at Dumbledore again and this time their eyes met. Harry got lost in the blue sea of his eyes and felt his blood rush south again. He realised what had happened and quickly looked away. He then ran off to his dorm, telling Hermione that something had come up. Little did she know that he had meant it literally.