Despite the phantom tension still in his arm, Harry allowed Draco to take his hand, relaxing his fingers as Draco inspected his skin for wounds. His eyes followed Draco’s fingers, trying not to get too caught up in the fact that Draco had said /either/.<br/>“No,” Harry said, hoping Draco would believe him. He didn’t have a perfect record of following directions, but this wasn’t a deviation of those, neither intentional nor accidental.<br/>The feeling of magic had slowly dissipated from his skin by then, but the memory alone made Harry’s fingers twitch, an interrupted instinct to flex his hand to ease the discomfort.<br/>“It’s not my magic.”