[Petre doesn't so much as want to move his head when Harry waltzes right on in, only managing to bring himself to frown lightly when he feels that hand smacking on his cheek. Any moment before that he'd just have lazily murmured at him to go away and leave him alone, because getting up sounded like an effort and every inch of his body was telling him that was the worst idea ever.
But then there's fireworks.
A hiss and a restrained moan escape him when he jerks, hand clasping Harry's shoulder with tight fingers and dug-in nails. Too much energy at once, he thinks (except he can't think), like another shock that this time pops inside his body and in his head, firecracker planted between his ears.]
Fucking hell.
[His eyes are wide open when he lifts his head, nostrils flaring and lips parted to show teeth. He sees Harry's head just then, the rest of his body splayed on the bed like the two of them are supposed to fit together. Maybe if one of them was straddling the other, but side-by-side they're just comically squeezed together for some kind of balance.]
Okay. I'm awake.
[And he seems to be only realizing that as he says it.]
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But then there's fireworks.
A hiss and a restrained moan escape him when he jerks, hand clasping Harry's shoulder with tight fingers and dug-in nails. Too much energy at once, he thinks (except he can't think), like another shock that this time pops inside his body and in his head, firecracker planted between his ears.]
Fucking hell.
[His eyes are wide open when he lifts his head, nostrils flaring and lips parted to show teeth. He sees Harry's head just then, the rest of his body splayed on the bed like the two of them are supposed to fit together. Maybe if one of them was straddling the other, but side-by-side they're just comically squeezed together for some kind of balance.]
Okay. I'm awake.
[And he seems to be only realizing that as he says it.]