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A/N: So thanks for all the reviews. I was excited about reading them. So this is my first fan fic. I'm trying really hard to make this entertaining. If anyone has any remarks or wants to help, I could really use the help. This chapter has some slash. Nothing hardcore yet

There was Jake, sitting with the Sorting Hat on his head. (He was new at Hogwarts, Hermione and Harry both offered to help him catch up with his work.) He looked down at his boyfriend, Harry, praying they were in the same house.

The Sorting Hat seemed to take its time with its decision. Jake looked at Harry with worried eyes. He could tell Harry was about ready to jump up and pace. What would happen if Jake was in Slytherin? Draco would rip him to shreds! In this case, Jake would rather be a Hufflepuff or something other then Slytherin.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat finally announced. Jake groaned loudly. He looked down at his boyfriend sadly. Harry looked just as upset. But Draco had a smirk on his face. Jake groaned again.

He hopped off of the bench, refusing to meet Harry's glaze as he walked over to the Slytherin table. Could he and Harry still hang out now? Jake really didn't know the rules at Hogwarts, but he could always ask Hermione. With a sigh, Jake sat down at the far end of the Slytherin table, not touching the food that magically appeared. This was all too much for him.

That evening wasn't much better. Draco made sure to bump into Jake, every chance possible. Worst part was that Jake had shared a room with Draco. Now, Jake laid face down on his bed, while Draco and some big fat boys talked about this and that.

Jake turned over and hopped off of his bed. He was going to find Harry. He felt his need to be with his boyfriend. Maybe Harry could talk to Draco or something, but then again, Jake really didn't want Harry to converse with Draco. This was all to confusing for him.

He stood by some portrait of a fat lady, who refused to let him in. Jake had his arms crossed and he was thinking about how else to get to Harry, when a small Gryffindor came up beside him.

"Do you need to get in?" The little boy asked, before he gasped, looking at Jake's robes.

"I'm good! I swear! I'm a nice Slytherin!" Jake said quickly, the kid looked like he was going to cry or something.

The boy looked up at Jake, and then shivered. He turned towards the Fat Lady and whispered the password then the portrait swung open. Jake and the boy both hurried into the Common Room.

Harry was sitting on a chair, staring into the fireplace. Hermione seemed to be doing homework. Surprise, Surprise. Ron was the first to see him.

"Ello Jake!" He said friendly, Jake had always liked him and thought he was prefect for Hermione.

"Hey Ron," Jake replied with a grin. He walked over towards Harry, sitting next to him. Harry greeted his boyfriend with a one armed hug and a short, but sweet kiss.

"Harry? Can I talk to you, in um private?" Jake asked, with a look of innocence on his face.

Harry grinned and nodded, pulling Jake up and leading him up towards the dorms.

After checking that no one was in there, Jake ran up to Harry, wrapping his arms around his neck. His lips found Harry's in a deep kiss. They both managed to make it over to Harry's bed without breaking the kiss. Harry gently laid Jake on the bed, and then crawled on top of him. He kissed along Jake's jaw line, nipping gently at the skin.

Minutes passed, Jake forgot why he had originally come here for. Harry had managed to get off Jake's shirt and was now working on his belt. They hadn't had sex together yet, although if Jake hadn't had a reason to come here, they probably would have gone all the way.

"Harry… wait…" Jake moaned out, bucking his hips up involuntary as Harry began to rub Jake's manhood though his jeans.

"Sssh, Jake. I won't hurt you, I promise."

"That's not it Harry." With that, Harry stopped and looked up.

"What is it?" He asked a worried look on his face.

"It's Malfoy. Its being a Slytherin. It's horrible, Harry." Jake pouted, crossing his arms over his chest, like a child.

"Love, I promise it will get better. For Malfoy? I don't know, baby. He's just doing it to get on you're nervous." Harry kissed his boyfriend's red pouty lips.

"Do you still love him?" Jake asked, then immediately regretted asking that.

"…"

"Do you Harry?"