The effects were instantaneous. Exacerbated by their bond, they bounced back and forth between the two of them. Euphoria. Pleasure. Safety. Warmth.  All of it fake, the small, weak voice of reason whispered somewhere in the back of Draco’s mind. It was drowned out quickly. Pleasure. Euphoria. Dizziness. His skin tingled and his cells exploded with the ecstasy of it all. He was no longer lost and broken, no longer a boy pretending to be a man, faking his way through a life that had bested him again and again. No. He was all-powerful, all-knowing, invincible. He could do anything. Winning the game of life was laughably easy. He floated out of his body and felt like he was holding the world in the palm of his hand. All he had to do to be crowned its king was close his fingers around it. Claim it. He let out a moan as the seconds stretched on. Or was it centuries? Who could say...