['You first'. Harry clearly doesn't know Petre very well; the amount of times he's warned people not to tell him what to do are beyond count. It's standard procedure.
And that goes twice, now, if he really thinks Petre would just be another one to shy away from a power like that. He's very wrong. An intrinsic part of him wants to be made to feel miserable, to lose control despite his constant hunger to gain power over other people.
Like right now. He wants to see Petre's power first? Sure, why the fuck not.]
Get on your knees.
[His voice sounds different in Harry's head, like it's the voice of reason and common sense. Like suddenly his life depends on whether he'll kneel down right here, right now, just like Petre told him so. (You feel it, don't you. You have to. It's the only way.) After that's done he tips his chin, calmly, as though no malice or aggravation was ever meant in this little display of humiliation. Just doing what he was asked. So is Harry.]
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And that goes twice, now, if he really thinks Petre would just be another one to shy away from a power like that. He's very wrong. An intrinsic part of him wants to be made to feel miserable, to lose control despite his constant hunger to gain power over other people.
Like right now. He wants to see Petre's power first? Sure, why the fuck not.]
Get on your knees.
[His voice sounds different in Harry's head, like it's the voice of reason and common sense. Like suddenly his life depends on whether he'll kneel down right here, right now, just like Petre told him so. (You feel it, don't you. You have to. It's the only way.) After that's done he tips his chin, calmly, as though no malice or aggravation was ever meant in this little display of humiliation. Just doing what he was asked. So is Harry.]
Now crawl to me.