Shiver

Shiver


"Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in?" Layla put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow at a surprised looking Severus Snape. He slowly entered the house, keeping his eyes on Layla.

"How did you know my name?" Layla smiled.

"Harry." she said it like it should explain everything.

“And where is he?” Severus reminded himself about why he was there in the first place.

“Downstairs in the basement, playing DDR.”

“Playing what?”

“DDR. Dance Dance Revolution. It’s a muggle dancing game. Come on, I'll take you down to him.” She turned around and started walking down the hallway towards the kitchen. She set down the phone down on the table and looked behind her, making sure he was following. Layla opened the door next to the pantry and looked over her shoulder one last time before descending down the stairs, towards the basement. Severus could already hear some type of music playing loudly.

“Oh, Lover Boy!” Layla called, not really expecting an answer.

“What?” his answer sounded slightly distracted. Layla smiled.

“Guess who’s here!” she said a bit too enthusiastically.

“God?” Layla stopped on the last step and looked behind her, eyeing Severus once again.

“You could say that.” The music stopped as they turned around the corner and Severus had to keep himself in check, not really believing what he was seeing in front of him.

There was Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, The Boy-Who-Lived… wearing only a pair of shorts the same size as the girl who answered the door. Severus found his eyes slowly traveling down his muscled back, to stop on his lovely looking arse.

“What do you mean, ‘you could say that’?”

“Well, why don’t you turn around, Lover Boy, and look at what I mean.” Harry looked behind his shoulder, the whirled around in shock, stumbling and hitting the dancing pad, causing music to start up again. Layla rolled her eyes and pulled Harry up and off of the pad, stepping on it herself and began to dance.

Both Severus and Harry watched as Layla danced, paying close attention to her hips, arse and chest when she turned to the side. Harry blushed as he realized what song was playing.

“Blow my whistle, baby.
Open up, put it in.
Let’s begin.
Blow it like you mean it, blow.”

Harry’s face turned a darker shade of red when he realized that his little friend was trying to be known. He really shouldn’t have worn those very short and tight shorts.

‘Oh, god. What if he sees it? Oh crap…’ The song finished and Layla turned around to face her audience. She smiled evilly when she noticed Harry had placed his hands in front of himself, trying to hide his new problem.

“Harry, are you ok? You look a little flushed…” she reached out a hand to feel his forehead, but he jumped back.

“I-I'm fine. Real-really.”

“Are you sure?” Harry nodded his head vigorously. Severus looked at him and noticed where his hands were. He quickly averted his eyes.

“Well then. Severus Snape, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I'm Layla.” She held out her hand to him and he shook it distractedly, trying to keep his eyes above Harry’s waist. If Harry weren’t so interested in the carpet, he would have noticed this. Unfortunately, only Layla did.

“So, Harry… my very one Lover Boy and Savior to the Wizarding World… would you like a hand?”

“What?” Harry’s voice had raised a few octaves. He pressed his palms harder against his bulge and stared at Layla with wide eyes.

“Would you like a hand explaining to Sev here, why you’re here and not at your relatives house?” Harry nodded, not trusting his voice and sat down in one of the few armchairs scattered around the basement, pulling his legs up to his chest.

His hands stayed over his hardness, his breath coming in pants wasn’t lost on Severus or Layla. Layla rolled her eyes and sat down on the arm of the chair and looked up and Severus.

“Go ahead and sit down if you want, Sev.”

“Why are you calling me that?” was snapped at Layla as he gracefully sat down in an armchair.

“Because I can.” Severus snorted.

“So would you mind telling me why Potter is here and not with his aunt and uncle, so I can go back to Hogwarts and tell Albus?” well, it looked like his mood went back to being sour.

“Sure thing, Sevy-poo!” his eye twitched again. “Harry is here because I asked my parents if he could spend a few nights here this summer. They said yes and Harry’s relatives were only too happy to be rid of him for a few days. But now, I guess he’ll be staying the rest of the summer here, seeing as how his uncle called after you had left their house, screaming about abnormal freaks barging into his home.”

“Freaks?”

“Yes. The Dursley hate every thing to do with magic. They even think ‘magic’ is like some sort of cuss word. It’s all very stupid, really. So, naturally, because Harry was ‘magic’ he was a freak. And I guess you are, too, now, according to Mr. Dursley.”

“I am not a freak.”

“You know, I don’t think you could have sounded more snobbish just then, Professor.” Harry finally found his voice and could speak once again.

“I am not a snob, Potter.”

“Oh, he did it again, did you hear that, Layla?” she nodded sagely.

“Yes, yes I did. Very sad, really. Snobs not realizing their snobs… I think there should be a support group for that, don’t you, Harry?”

“That’s a great idea! I think we should start it. Maybe put out some flyers…”

“Potter, shut up.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Snob, sir.”

“Harry, be nice. He’s your Professor.” Layla walked stood up and walked over to Severus’ chair.

“Poor, Sevy… is Harry being mean to you? Do you need me to kiss and make it better?”

“What?”