Shiver

Shiver


He finished his drink and set his glass on the table. He sighed as he stood, making his way back to his bedroom, bracing himself for the sight he knew would greet him. He opened the door and peeked over at the bed.

Harry was lying on Layla's stomach, with her hands in his hair. They were both sleeping peacefully. Severus smiled softly and waved his wand, changing his long, black robes into a pair of black silk pajama pants. He gently lowered himself on to the bed next to them, careful to not disturb them.

He lied out on his back, stretching his arms over his head, tucking one hand under his head, bringing the other one down to rest on his stomach. There was about a half of a foot of empty space between himself and his two mates, but he didn't bother closing the distance. He knew if he did, that they would awaken and he didn't really want to disturb them.

He sighed softly once more and closed his eyes, falling into a light sleep for the time being, not bothering with any covers.

~*~

He awoke to the feeling of two bodies, pressed against him tightly. He opened his eyes and looked down. Layla and Harry both had their heads resting on his stomach, arms around his waist, their fingers intertwined over his navel. He sighed softly, running his hand through Layla's hair gently. She sirred and blinked owlishly up at him, smiling,

“'lo, Sevy...” he smiled softly.

“Hello, Layla.”

“Where you be?” he stifled his laugh.

“I was just sitting in front of the fire place for a while, love, that's all.” she seemed satisfied with his answer and snuggled back down into his stomach. He ran his fingers through her hair gently, watching the silky locks fall through his fingers. She nuzzled him softly, loving the attention.

“Love you, Sevy...” she drifted back to sleep, her breathing becoming deep and even. He stopped running his fingers through her hair, sure that he heard her wrong.

“We love you, Sev. We might not know you that well, but we love you.” he looked at Harry, startled. He didn't know he was even awake.

Harry grinned sleepily, moving up and gently kissing him.

“We love you.” he kissed him once more, not giving Severus a chance to react, before wrapping his arms around his neck, Harry made himself comfortable on his shoulder, his eyes falling shut once more.

Severus sighed softly.

He was just being stupid. He could live with that.

~*~

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! I SWEAR TO ANY DEITY THAT CARES ABOUT YOUR LIFE THAT IF YOU DO NOT GIVE THAT BACK THIS INSTANT YOU ARE DEAD MEAT!”

Severus looked up from the letter he was writing to the headmaster.

Layla was glaring at Harry and Harry just stood there, looking sheepish. Her eye twitched, he swore it did. She held out her hand, her other on her hip. Harry held out the item she was yelling about. He stared, wided eyed.

“That is what you were yelling about?” she looked at him.

“What? It's Mr. Duckie!” she held up her yellow, rubber duck proudly. He's mine. He barely reisisted the urge to smack himself. She smiled.

“So, Sevy, what're you doing?” he looked at Harry.

“I'm writing a letter to the headmaster, rubbing in the fact that he can't have lemon drops for a month. “Harry's eyes got very, very big.

“Details. Now.”

~*~

“Wormtail, what news do you bring to me?” red eyes glared at the cowering man in front of him.

“My lord, all I have been able to find out is that there is a group of three magical creatures in the dungeons. They're all mates and have claimed each other.”

“And tell me, Wormtail, do we know who these creatures are?” he shook where he stood.

“N-no, my Lord... “ he flinched when his master raised his wand.

“Your arm. “

Wormtail held out his arm, whimpering in pain as his master activated the dark mark, calling all of his followers to him.

~*~

Severus twisted in pain as he awoke to a burning sensation in his arm. He cursed. He had just gotten to sleep, taking a short nap as Harry and Layla walked about the grounds.

He quickly got out of bed, dressing himself in his death eater robes, white mask clenched in his hand. He walked to the front room, throwing floo powder into the fireplace.

“Albus Dumbledore.” he only had to wait for a moment before said man appeared.

“He's calling.” he didn't bother waiting for a reply as he swooped out of his rooms, nearly running to the edge of the school grounds to apparate to where he was beckoned.

Once Severus had arrived, he had quickly taken his place inside Riddle Manor, standing in between Nott and Avery. He repressed a shudder when their 'master' appeared.

“My loyal servants... “they all bowed. He sat on his throne, looking around the room. His eyes rested on Severus.

“It has come to my attention that someone has been lacking in their duties, because either they have regretted to inform me about something very interesting, or they themselves weren't informed. Tsk, tsk, tsk...” his followers looked confused.

“My poor, Severus.... why didn't you just tell me you were falling out of favor with Dumbledore? I could have helped you fix that... because I know that you wouldn't keep anything from your Master.... would you, Severus?” he didn't give Severus a chance to respond before the next word slipped from his mouth.

“Crucio.