A/N: Hello again, lovely people. As tends to happen with me, when I write a bit then I write a bit more. As a result I wrote 2 chapters yesterday. I posted one and now it seems like a good time to post the other one. Plus I'm impatient. I don't like to hold onto things once they're ready to be shared. So here's chapter 5. If you are enjoying this story, hating it, confused by some part of it or have any other thoughts what so ever about this story; please send me a short (or long) review! I would love to hear your thoughts, especially because this is the first real work that I've written for anyone other than myself. Enjoy!

- Griff

Jake Turvell was not particularly pleased to be spending his evening up to his elbows in potion cauldron sludge. By the glares he was receiving from his friends, he supposed that they weren't too pleased either. Sure it had seemed like a good idea at the time, showing them how much power he truly had over Harry. What better way to demonstrate your control than to show that you could insult someone thoroughly one second, and be completely loving and devoted the next? But Jake hadn't bet on Snape and his temper. It wasn't often that Snape got truly mad, but when he did even Slytherins were not exempt from the tyranny. Really, he should have seen the warning signs. Little traits that Slytherins were trained to notice the second they were brought into the fold in first year. They were hardly noticeable. A little extra straightening of the spine, a small tightening of the lips and an extra spark of anger in the eyes. That was it. But Jake knew about these things and didn't notice them. A careless mistake that landed him in detention. God how he hated detention. And Snape was definitely not known to have leisurely detentions. No. They always involved something thoroughly dirty, disgusting or even mildly dangerous. Like Jake's current occupation – cleaning mildly toxic sludge from the cauldrons of the seventh years whose potions had failed earlier in the day.

A loud knocking sound knocked Jake out of his reverie. A sharp 'Enter!' from Snape; who had been sitting at the front of the classroom planning the next day's lessons up until that moment, and the heavy wooden door swung open slowly. Everyone in the room was shocked to see none other than Harry Potter standing nervously in the doorway.

Professor Snape had been enjoying himself. Detentions always put him in the best mood. He got to plan his schedule uninterrupted like always, but with the added joy of getting to see students struggle with miserable tasks. Plus, at the end of it all he got to give them long, scathing lectures about appropriate versus inappropriate behaviour for the classroom. It was all-in-all a lovely pastime.

The knock on the door burst his bubble of satisfaction. If McGonagall was at his door one more time checking to ensure that he hadn't murdered his detention students… But no. It was worse. It was Harry Potter.

Harry really didn't want to be standing in the Potions corridor by himself. He especially did not want to be standing in the Potions corridor by himself with the goal of interrupting a detention being held by Professor Snape. But he has once again given his word to Jake. The other boy had begged him to help get the detention cut short.

"Come on Har! You know how awful Snape's detentions are! Should my pals and I be forced into a night of hell just because old Snapey was in a bad mood? You should know better than anyone how unfair that is," complained Jake. Harry had to admit that Jake was right. He did know. Both how unfair Snape was about the reasons for handing out detentions, and about how horrible they always were. Besides, Jake was his boyfriend right? If Ron had asked, Harry would have considered it. And boyfriend trumped friend. Or at least Harry thought it seemed that it was supposed to.

"Alright I guess," Harry decided.

"Perfect! See you soon love!" Jake called over his shoulder as he headed down to the dungeons.

So here he was, door swinging open underneath his hand as Harry tried to remember what it was that he was planning on saying to Snape to get his lover out of detention.

"Well come on then Potter! Use the legs attached to your person and enter the room instead of standing rudely rooted to the spot in my entryway," snapped Snape. Harry moved into the room, closed the door behind him, and slowly approached Snape who was still seated at his desk at the front of the room. Harry's mind was spinning frantically now. What was he supposed to say? What had he decided on as the reason that Jake and his posse had to be excused from detention? Harry began to panic as he reached the desk, Snape's eyes boring into his skull as he stared at the floor. He couldn't remember what to say! His mind was blank. RUN yelled his mind. But Harry simply stood still in front of Snape's desk, head bowed.

"For goodness sakes boy, what did you come here for?" prodded Snape irritably. "You can't have come here for a casual stroll, and as you can see I am in the middle of a detention which you are very fortunate not to be a part of. So either spit it out or join your classmates in the rest of their detention," finished Snape coldly. Of course it was absurd to say that Harry had narrowly missed this detention. The only reason it was even happening at all was because the boys had been insulting Harry. But Severus Snape was nowhere close to admitting that to anyone out loud.

"Well sir. You see. Umm…I came to say that…uh. Jake and the others need to leave right now. Sir," Harry tacked on with a nod. Snape continued to stare at him until he grew impatient once again.

"Why, Mister Potter?"

"Oh! Uh. Because…they are. They. I. They need to leave because whatever it is that you think they did wasn't their fault," Harry spilled out. "It was me. I should be in detention. So they have to go." Snape nearly hit something. Harry was trying to save these brats from detention? And he was even willing to go so far as to serve it himself. He'd been through hundreds of detentions already, and this was maybe Turvell's fourth or fifth. Severus ground his teeth in frustration. This ignorant, foolhardy, loyal, kind-hearted boy! There was no doubt in his mind that Turvell had put Potter up to this, and he would be held accountable. But there was nothing he could do right now. Nobody could suspect that his hatred towards Potter had changed; especially not Potter or his lover. Lover. The thought made his stomach twist unpleasantly.

"Are you absolutely certain that you are at fault Mister Potter?" Snape verified.

"Yes sir, Professor Snape. It was definitely me," Harry confirmed, still looking at the floor.

"Very well. Turvell! Tadd! Jackson! Pourity! Andrews!" Snape snapped. "Get out of my classroom immediately, and don't ever expect such lenience from me again." He turned back to Harry. "As for you Potter, get scrubbing. There are 5 cauldrons that are only half cleaned."