[Petre isn't unaware of the risk. Harry could just be the sadistic type and drain Petre completely, do to him what he'd done for telling him what to do. But he says So give, Harry complies and then they touch.
There's the obvious at first. Harry's hands are warm against Petre's cold fingers, tightening around skin, smooth. His eyes are down and locked on them when the energy crosses back to where it belongs, and just like he said Petre experiences a sense of ecstasy that wasn't quite there before. It's like looking at a photograph from an angle you've never seen - you know it's you, but it feels different somehow. No big surprise there.
Then it's Harry's turn. Spike of adrenaline, rush of power, rejuvenated and euphoric. Heart beating faster, goosebumps on his skin, a shiver running up his spine and down his stomach. His heart sinks in his chest; his own hand holds on just a little tighter as he shuts his eyes and parts his lips.
He can feel his heart in his chest, his throat, the tips of his fingers. It's never been like this, not even when he woke up and his entire world had been burnt to the ground. Not even when he was attacked with John's fire and remembered it couldn't touch him. Petre doesn't feel like other people. It's knowledge that's intrinsic to him, something he doesn't care about because he's never had it. You can't miss what you never knew.
Harry pulls his hand back and that's it. The spell's over, Petre's rushed back to reality like he was just struck with freezing water.
No. Petre reaches for Harry's shirt, clenching. His expression is lined with a quiet need.]
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There's the obvious at first. Harry's hands are warm against Petre's cold fingers, tightening around skin, smooth. His eyes are down and locked on them when the energy crosses back to where it belongs, and just like he said Petre experiences a sense of ecstasy that wasn't quite there before. It's like looking at a photograph from an angle you've never seen - you know it's you, but it feels different somehow. No big surprise there.
Then it's Harry's turn. Spike of adrenaline, rush of power, rejuvenated and euphoric. Heart beating faster, goosebumps on his skin, a shiver running up his spine and down his stomach. His heart sinks in his chest; his own hand holds on just a little tighter as he shuts his eyes and parts his lips.
He can feel his heart in his chest, his throat, the tips of his fingers. It's never been like this, not even when he woke up and his entire world had been burnt to the ground. Not even when he was attacked with John's fire and remembered it couldn't touch him. Petre doesn't feel like other people. It's knowledge that's intrinsic to him, something he doesn't care about because he's never had it. You can't miss what you never knew.
Harry pulls his hand back and that's it. The spell's over, Petre's rushed back to reality like he was just struck with freezing water.
No. Petre reaches for Harry's shirt, clenching. His expression is lined with a quiet need.]
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