He had to suppress a little shudder of pleasure as Narcissus drew him closer, and Clue felt he'd grown wings as his heart soared. But he felt something else too, beyond the lucid fascination of lust — a sort of satisfied possessiveness, similar to what he'd felt that day by the lake.

As their kiss deepened, Clue felt a wall behind him, for it seemed he'd drawn Narci in closer while taking a step back to find some sense of stability. To the strange Slytherin, it was as if their bodies couldn't be close enough.