As expected, Zabini started babbling almost immediately, giving Harry time to cast, without being noticed. It was a heady feeling to summon life-force-slash-sexual-energy, but even better to see it fuel the sex demon. The dark-skinned boy, who had looked gaunt and grey only minutes before started to swell. His cheeks filled out, his hair started to shine healthy again, his eyes became near feverish the longer Harry was casting. His entire body began to glow at the influx of magic. He made a picture every sculptor would drool over. When Zabini spilled over his own hand, he screamed rather fetchingly before toppling over. Despite his resolutions not to touch, Harry pulled the boy into his lap, where he was shaking as his body worked through the power boost. A quick swish of Harry's wand had the mess disappear. With a few additional gestures, Zabini was mostly clothed once more. The other teenager was clawing at his arms, pulling himself closer to Harry, curling into him like a little snake, seeking warmth. He was starved for affection because sex and affection was not the same thing, Harry realised. An exciting thought, as it gave them an edge. Despite the incubus" nature, their touches were not sexual. When Zabini's stomach began to growl, Harry offered food. The boy was either too out of it or enjoyed being hand-fed. He barely acted, just gently took everything that was offered, lips brushing over fingertips to clean them. Harry suspected the first, as Zabini's eyes were still mostly closed. After half an hour, the frantic energy seemed to ease. When his hunger was satisfied, the Slytherin curled up, like a baby snake in the nest and fell asleep.