A/N: Hello people. I am very excited to see that I now have 15 followers! That is amazing, especially considering that I haven't updated pretty much since I started this thing. Anyways, I found some time, so without further ado, thank you for reading and enjoy chapter 4. :)

Harry finally located Jake sitting with a group of his Slytherin friends in a rarely used second floor corridor. The group had seemingly transfigured plush armchairs for themselves out of candelabras and were deep in conversation about Snape and his horrendous mood when Harry approached. Jake was the first one to spot him.

"Harry my love! I wasn't expecting to see you again until our date tonight," exclaimed Jake. Harry blushed faintly at the term of endearment and walked over to sit on the armrest of Jake's chair.

"Uh Hey Jake. So…would you mind talking to me privately for a minute? I don't want to interrupt…but it's sort of important," Harry said, fidgeting with the collar of his robe. Jake cocked his head at Harry, trying to gauge his mood. Finally he nodded. After a slight motion of his hand, his posse dissipated.

"Well love? What can I help you with?"

"Well. I guess I wanted to say I'm sorry…?" Harry muttered sheepishly. Jake looked taken aback.

"Sorry for what Har? You haven't done anything wrong that I'm aware of."

"You know how I said I wouldn't hold it against you? The…incident?" At Jake's grimace of understanding Harry continued. "Well. I just haven't been…feeling…right. About it. Us, I mean. And so Hermione thought it might be because of that and I promised that I wouldn't hold it against you and I'm really sorry I don't know why this is happening because I do really like you and I just…"

"Harry!" Jake interrupted. "It's fine." Harry paused and looked at him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Seriously love. I understand. I did a terrible thing and so long as you are at least trying to work past it with me, then I'm happy. Ok?" Harry let out a sigh of relief and slid down onto Jake's lap, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck.

"Thank you so for understanding Jake. I love you so much." With another small sigh of contentment, Harry leaned back to look at Jake's face. "So what happened in Potions that had Snape so riled up? I haven't seen him give detention to a Slytherin maybe ever! Never mind a group of you!"

"Oh you know. Snape being a git like usual. It does get directed at us sometimes you know. Some idiot probably tried to talk to him while he was eating or interrupted his schedule. Real grouchy about change that Severus Snape," Jake rattled off cooly. At his words, Harry felt another twinge of apprehension which he promptly ignored.

Seeing the wheels turning in Harry's head, Jake went into distraction mode. It was never safe to have Harry thinking too much while in his presence. He was enjoying this game way too much for it to be over again so soon. Leaning forward, Jake captured Harry's lips with own, tongue immediately snaking inside Harry's mouth. Continuing the assault on Harry's mouth, Jake grabbed him by the waist and pulled until Harry was straddling him. Once a gasp escaped Harry's lips, Jake knew that he'd been successful in his distraction. And to add to this moment of triumph, he'd never screwed someone in a chair before! A sly smile crossed Jake's face. This was turning out to be his day after all.

For the second time in as many days, Severus Snape was pissed off as he ate his dinner. This emotional crap really had to stop. Meals were the few decent parts of his day, and being in a foul mood really dampened any sense of enjoyment that they could provide. Unlike the night before, Snape was in the Great Hall tonight. He wanted to watch his Slytherins, particularly the 5 fourth years he had assigned attention to that morning. Snape was surprised that they weren't angrier about the detention. Usually when he tried to punish the members of his own house a small riot would break out. He had gotten used to receiving the angry glares for a day or two until the 'agony of betrayal' wore off. But from this group? Hardly more than a furrowed brow and a few whispered words of malcontent. Snape couldn't understand it.

When Snape caught his eyes lingering on the side of a certain someone's head over at the Gryffindor table, he was reminded once again of his anger. The stupid, idiot boy! He had gone back into a relationship with the same person who had been cheating on him the day before? Where was his brain? Snape was angry at Harry because he was such an idiot. And a bit because he just hated Gryffindors. And because his steak was too well done.

But no matter what he tried to tell himself, Snape knew deep down that he really wasn't angry with Harry at all. Sad that he was sure to be hurt again perhaps. But no. Snape's anger was truly directed towards himself. Maybe if he had just kept his distance that night than Jacob Turvell would have stuck to his initial decision and let Harry be. But he had seen the two of them walking together and had instantly ensnared Harry once again. Snape sighed. He really did not know what to do. But boy was he angry.