Shiver

A/N: I don't know what it is, (maybe I'm just procrastinating so much from reading The Cedar House Rules and writing an essay for school) but I don't think I've written this much of this story so quickly before... ^_^ Heh heh. Don't get used to it. I might have to slow down a bit once school starts again (9 days for me - depressing, I know) but I will do my best to try and keep a normal updating schedule. ^_^ Now, please ejoy this chapter!


Shiver


Poppy Pomfrey was an irritated witch. Scratch that, she was freaking pissed. For one thing, she hadn't been able to check over Layla to make sure that she was doing alright, just after coming into her inheritance. Second of all, that barmy old bastard of a Headmaster was avoiding her. He promised her to give her access to Severus' rooms today, if they didn't come out.

News flash: they didn't come out. All she wanted to do was have Layla in the damn infirmary to run some simple checks on her. But, because they hadn't come out of Severus' damned chambers, she was going to be mean to them and give them all a physical.

Oh, she couldn't wait.

~*~

“Harry... Harry, come on! Get your arse out of bed!” Layla stamped her foot on the ground for good measure. Harry mumbled something uninteligable and rolled over on his stomach. Layla's eye twitched.

“Harry James Potter! I swear to god-!”

“He isn't getting out of bed is he?”

“No he bloody well isn't! I give up. You try and get him up.” she stalked out of the bedroom and into the living room, intent on sulking alone. Severus rolled his eyes. He calmly walked over to the bed and nudged Harry's shoulder.

“You need to get up, pet.”

“Nnn.” was the reply. Severus shrugged.

“Fine, have it your way.” he quickly conjured a glass of water, ice cubes included and promptly dumped it on his back. Harry srung out of bed screaming.

“What the fuck?” he was wearing a pair of small, almost too small, knickers and was shivvering.

“We told you that you needed to get up, love. It's your own fault.” he left Harry to his cursing and joined Layla in living room, near the fireplace.

“He's up.”

“I heard the scream.” Severus smirked and cuddled Layla close to his chest, basking in the touch of his mate.

~*~

“It's about bloody time!” Madame Pomfrey stormed over towards Severus, Harry and Layla. The three of them had just walked into the Great Hall, wanting to get something for breakfast, however Madame Pomfrey had other plans.

“You three. Follow me.” she began marching towards the infirmary. She looked over her should to see if the three of them were following. “NOW.” she waited for them to hurry in front of her before following behind them.

When they arrived, she directed Layla towards a back room.

“Why do I have to leave them?”

“Because I've decided to give each of you a full bloody physical. Now march, young lady.” she pointed at the door and Layla nearly ran to it, afraid of what the older witch would do if she didn't hurry.

“Poppy, there is no reason for you to be-”

“Shut up, Severus. I've been waiting four days. Four. Bloody. Days, to make sure that Layla was ok, because she has just come into her inheritance. I've been worried sick. Now, would you kindly tell me what she is?” she was standing at her full height, a few inches shorter than Severus, but made him feel a foot tall none the less.

“Shes a Light Veela.” he couldn't get the words out fast enough.

“Thank you.” she turned on her hell and headed straight for the back room, slamming the door behind her.

~*~

Layla and Severus were sitting, more like Layla was sitting on Severus who was sitting on the bed, in the imfirmary, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to finish Harry's physical.

“This is taking too bloody long. Yours didn't take this long, so why would Harry's?” Severus sighed.

“Love, I don't think you've fully understood that this is Harry Potter we're talking about. If he got a slight head cold Madame Pomfrey would order him to stay in bed for two weeks. He'd been in here enough time to know that she has to take her time when going over Harry, so that she doesn't miss anything. Because he's Harry Potter, anything can happen.”

It was then that Madame Pomfrey stuck her head out of the door and looked at them.

“Would one of you be a dear and floo Albus for me? Thank you.” her head dissapeared behind the now closed door.

If you listened closely, you could hear soft cursing from the room.