Harry's breath caught in his throat as Jack, shrouded in hood and hat, appeared behind him. He barely had time to shift around in his seat before the artist's lips were pressed against his. The kiss ended before he had much time to respond to it, leaving him pouting and his cheeks tinged with pink.
"You came," He stated, a wide smile stretching across his lips as he dug his elbow into Jack's ribs in response to the tease. "Hey, I'm not going to end up naked in a bath tub or something." He assured, turning back to his friends, suddenly not minding much that he had to put up with Zacharias Smith. "Neville, er, Zacharias? You remember Jack?" Okay, so he was rubbish with introductions and it was sort of an awkward situation, but at least he remembered. Jack had met Ron and Hermione when they'd all had dinner, so he wasn't worried about them.