It felt good — that was the scariest part. Harry could just ignore all other thoughts and waddle into the feeling: he’d kissed before, but nothing he’d ever experienced was like this kiss. He felt like Voldemort was trying to eat him whole: he wasn’t gentle and his every move was full of something devouring, almost savage. Harry felt tiny beneath him, but he simply couldn’t stop responding to his touch: he didn’t know if his own body had betrayed him, or if it was just the Horcrux needy for the closeness of its owner. But now the whole idea didn’t seem so lousy anymore, on the contrary...