Now they were sitting under an artificial shade Daisy had transfigured from old linen, enjoying a light lunch. Harry was still lying on the floor, his books carelessly shoved to the side that he would not spill juice on them. Jealousy implied love, but Severus had worked hard to not read too much into his master's furious reaction the day before. As expected, Harry took his time to answer. Sitting up, pulling his knees to his chest. After a few minutes, he admitted, "To be honest, I don't know. He hurt you, and I am livid about that since you, of all people, don't deserve that. The idea of you with someone else doesn’t have me fly into a burning rage. But I think that's mostly because I would assume that any partner you chose for yourself would treat you right. If that were the case, no, I don't think I would be jealous."