Gathering every last scrap of energy, he pushed it all at his Slytherin, who roared as he emptied himself into Luna. The girl seemed to like it because her powers peaked as well, rushing out over the clearing, tingling over Harry's skin. He could hold out a little longer, fuel what was given and amplify it for his pet. When the spell ended, he nearly slipped off his log. Wanting to stand up, he just toppled over, his legs not strong enough to hold him. Had he done something wrong? No, Blaise was crawling closer, skin gleaming in the afternoon sun, eyes shining again. His little snake was alright, and Luna lay spread out on the blanket, quietly humming to herself. Harry seemed to be the only one who was experiencing this strange sense of vertigo.