Shiver

Shiver


Remus awoke the next morning to the feel of soft lips pressed against his neck, kissing his skin. He furrowed his brow, trying to think of who it could be. Understanding struck as he remembered what had happened last night and the favor Albus asked of him. The lips continued to kiss his skin, hints of sharp fangs brushing against his flesh. He sat up quickly, dislodging the lips and causing a soft mewl of disappointment to reach his ears.

He looked to his side and saw Harry. His eyes were still closed, a soft pout gracing his features. Remus sighed. He was still asleep. He looked over to where Layla should have been, but he didn't see her. He looked around and he found her. She had her head resting on his hip, an arm wrapped around his waist. He sighed again. They were seriously missing Severus. He looked at Harry once more when he felt a hand on his arm.

“M'hungry...” his eyes were drowsy, but laced with a hint of pain.

“Harry, you can't feed from me, but you can feed from Layla...” Harry shook his head.

“I dun wanna...” Remus sighed.

“Harry, Layla is your mate... I'm not. You can't feed from me.” Harry pouted further, his eyes pleading.

“Please... Remus, please... I need...” Remus furrowed his brow, thinking. He finally nodded and lied back down.

“Alright, Harry...” he smiled at Remus, his fangs showing. He dipped his head back down, his lips pressing softly against Remus' neck. Remus closed his eyes and turned his head, giving him better access. Harry nipped at his neck before biting down, piercing Remus' skin deeply.

Remus sucked in a deep breath, small tremors running through his body. His eyes partly opened, a soft moan escaping his mouth. Harry sucked on his neck harder, enjoying the taste of someone else's blood.

~*~

Albus Dumbledore sighed softly. He sat down tiredly in the chair next to the bed in the private room connected to the infirmary. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“You should get some sleep, Albus...” he shook his head.

“No, Poppy. I'm going to stay here until I know for sure that he's alright.” she smiled softly.

“Alright, Albus. I'll be in my office if you need anything. Call me if his condition changes.”

“I will, Poppy... I will...” she smiled once more and left them in peace, closing the door behind her. Albus looked at the man on the bed. His skin was deathly pale, his chest rose in small hitches of irregular and labored breathing. Most of the damage done to him had been healed. The cuts and gashes, the internal bleeding, broken bones were all mended now. There was still come bruising that they couldn't heals, because only so much magic could be used when healing a person without the risk or permanent damage.

They weren't sure if he would be able to regain full use of his muscles without some problems, from all the damage that had been done to him. The only way to tell if there efforts paid off was to wait and see if he would awaken.

His hair was a stark contrast to his skin, more so than normal. In fact, if it wasn't for his hair, one might not have noticed there was even a man lying in the bed.

“I hope you pull through, my boy... if not for the thought of being alive, then for your mates. I hope you pull though, Severus...” he sighed once more and settled back into the chair, intending to keep watch over him.

~*~

Remus had his arm wound around Harry's waist, his fingers tracing small circles on his lower back, while Harry had one leg wrapped around his. His lips were once more pressed against his neck, though he wasn't feeding. Harry had left the mark of his fangs on his neck and had fallen asleep after he had fed from him. Layla still had her head resting on his hip and he ran his fingers lightly through her hair.

Layla shifted slightly, pressing her nose into the waistband of his pajama bottoms, nuzzling him softly. Remus kept petting her hair, smiling softly as she curled around him. He allowed his eyes to fall closed, concentrating on comforting the two young ones in his arms.

He hoped that Severus wouldn't be found dead. He didn't want to think of what would happen to the two in his arms.


A/N: Reviews welcome.