Shiver

Shiver


It had been about two weeks since Layla and Harry had come to Hogwarts. Layla hadn't slept in her bed once, though there was a day when they jumped on it for a few hours and had a pillow fight, but she preferred to sleep in Harry's bed. The two had kept themselves busy, spending their days lazing about the castle inside and out. Layla was still planning revenge on Harry for pushing her into the lake. There had also been a day or two where they spent it on Harry's bed, snuggling, kissing and bringing each other over the edge many times, learning what each other liked and disliked along the way.

Currently, the two were on Harry’s bed, both in a pair of dark lavender knickers, curled around each other. Layla had her leg hooked over Harry’s hip. Harry had an arm wrapped around her waist, the other under her neck, stroking her hair.

“So, are you excited?”

“For what?” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes.

“For our birthday! You know… the say we were born some years ago… the same day our mum’s decided to pop us out?”

“Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I am.”

“What’d you mean you guess? We both turn 17 on the same day! A day that is in two, by the way.”

“Yeah, I know. I still have to figure out what to get you.”

“Harry, we’ve been best friends for ever, you don’t have to get me anything.”

“I know, but since you’re kinda my girlfriend now, I think it’s mandatory that I get you something.”

“So… you’re my boyfriend?” Harry shifted slightly.

“Well, yeah. I mean, ‘friends with benefits’ sounds so… crude, I guess. What we’re doing has strings attached. Is… is that ok?” Layla moved up to give him a kiss.

“Yeah, it is.” She smiled at his relieved look.

“So, what’re you gonna get me, love-muffin?” her voice had enough sugar to last a lifetime.

“Well, I don’t know, sugar-baby. What would you like, my wittle dumpling?”

“Ok, you’re so good at that voice, it’s scary. Should I be worried?” Harry smiled.

“Nope.” He nuzzled her neck, grabbing her hand from his chest and bringing it to his hardened member. “Please.” she smiled again and squeezed slightly, smirking at his whimper.

Layla pushed him down on his back and kneeled between his spread legs. She slipped her hands underneath the waistband of his knickers and slowly pulled them down, teasing his cock as she removed them.

“Please…” Harry bent his legs at the knees, drawing his legs up and offering himself to her. She smiled and gripped him, slowly pumping him, making Harry grab at the sheets, coming closing to tearing them. She ducked her head, licking his tip and slowing kissing and licking her way down his shaft. She held his length as she ran her tongue along the underside of it, licking the tip once more before taking the offered member in her mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh, god… Layla.” Harry forcefully kept his hips down when he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, not wanting to choke her. He was gasping for breath as Layla lightly scraped her teeth over his pulsing vein, moaning when Harry finally let go, spilling his seed in her awaiting mouth. She eagerly swallowed his fluid, and moved back up, lightly kissing his navel, before settling in his stomach.

“Like that, did you?” Harry nodded groggily. “Good. Now it’s time to go to sleep, kay?” he nodded again.

“Night, Harry. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Layla.”

The two fell asleep within moments, both happy and comfortable.