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He felt like he could grasp anything.

It was heady as he finally captured lips unmarred by a frown. Exhilarating as he elicited agreeable groans through the golden flesh between his teeth. His fingers, still clutching the Snitch, were frantically improvising ways to devour those inky strands.

So they were soft.

He let the knuckles of his other hand ghost along that jaw and a whisper of ache, an acquaintance, made itself known. For now, that half-hidden liquid gaze was for him.

Fully indulging his fever, he let the Snitch fall.

As well as the vial, losing the last golden drop among the brooms' bristles.

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