Shiver

Shiver


“Please, I beg you… please…” the man was huddled on the floor, clutching his stomach in pain. “I have to see them… please…” the last was whimpered out, his control breaking. He couldn’t take the pain anymore. As much as he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from whimpering in agonizing pain.

“I thought the pain was going away…” the older man knelt down next to the younger one, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, trying to offer some support.

“I-I can’t… please…” a few tears leaked out of his eyes. The older man saw his tears and guilt surged through his body.

“Oh, my boy… I am so sorry. I should have realized this would happen sooner or later…” the younger man’s stomach started spasming in pain. He gasped.

“I can’t… not much longer… please…” even though he was in excruciating pain, he found himself to have a raging hard on with the knowledge his mate was close.

*

Layla was sitting on their bed, her knees drawn p to her chest, Harry sitting behind her, massaging her back again. Her wings had folded back into her back once more.

“So, do they know what I am, yet?” he shook his head.

“I don’t know. I'm sure they’ll tell us when they find out what you are though.” She nodded and laid her head on his shoulder, making him stop massaging her back. She started purring.

“Layla…”

“Yes, Harry?” she turned her head slightly and nuzzled his neck.

“Well, I remember reading something in a magical creature book…”

“And?” she prompted.

“I think we’re mates.” She stopped nuzzling his neck to sit up and look at him.

“Why do you say that?” he reached out to her, grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap as he leaned against the head board.

“Because… in the book, it said that, most magical creatures find their mate by scent or touch… and that when their mate in close enough for them to smell them, then they’re, kinda, pulled towards them. And if a mate touches them, then they relax or something, and they prefer their mates touch to anyone’s.”

“When did I have a reaction to when you touched me?”

“When you woke up when Madame Pomfrey was here. She touched one of your wings and moved it and you said it hurt, but when I did the same thing you purred and fell asleep.” Layla looked confused.

“I don’t remember wither or you two touching my wings…” Harry sighed.

“I thought that you might not, because you had been in so much pain moments before, but that’s what happened.” She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling his cheek.

“Would it be such a bad thing if you were my mate?” she asked into cheek. Harry smiled.

“No, it wouldn’t be. It’d make me very happy.” Layla smiled and hugged Harry tighter, gasped when her wings broke free from her back once more.

“God, I really need to learn how to control those things…”

“And I know how you’ll be able to do that, Layla.” She gasped again and was about to turn around, but Harry held her in place.

“You’re not exactly decent, Layla. I'm sure you wouldn’t want to let the Headmaster see the front of you.” she glanced down and blushed bright red, wrapping her arms around herself and burying her face in Harry’s neck. She was only wearing a pair of black knickers, not having put on anything that would over her back. Harry was in a similar state, but with Layla on his lap, you wouldn’t know that.

“Do you know what I am, sir?” she asked from Harry’s neck.

“I believe that I do, however, there is someone who will be able to know for sure if you are what I think you are.”

“And that would be…?” Layla had to resist the urge to turn around and glare at the man.

“You’ll find out later, but first I would like to ask you a question. What are your feelings toward Professor Snape?” Layla finally did turn around, her wings moving in front of her to keep her covered.

“Well… I think he’s damn sexy and would love to see him wear something besides those damn robes.” Albus’ eyes twinkled.

“And you, Harry?” his face turned beat red. Partly from the question and partly because the Headmaster could quite clearly see what state of dress he was in. he pulled the sheet around himself and tried to form a decent reply.

“Well… well, I don’t actually hate the man…” Layla snorted and muttered, “What an understatement.” Harry glared at her.

“Well, to be perfectly honest with you Headmaster, I… I quite fancy the man.” He diverted his eyes, looking at everything but Albus.

“Well, that’s good news, then!”

“Why…?” she was able to glare at him this time.

“Because if I'm right, then both of you are his mates.” He took out a watch and looked at it. “Oh, I must be going. Need to speak to Poppy. Good day.” He was out of their room and through the fireplace before either of them could blink twice.

“What did he just say?”


A/N: Know what Severus is? ^_^