Getting to untangle Draco’s wand from his hair was possibly among the more intimate acts they had shared, Harry careful not to pull at the strands. It was strange how familiar Draco’s wand still felt in Harry’s hand, and after a month of not having gotten to use his own wand, holding Draco’s made Harry’s stomach flip, unsettled in a way that was hard to describe.<br/>He quickly discarded it the only place he could reach; he let it slip from his fingers and onto the rug.<br/>Having been so caught up in the wand, Harry barely registered Draco’s comment, finding it borderline incoherent.<br/>“What do you mean?” he asked, not out of snark or ill will.<br/>Harry didn’t think he had any particular fixation on Draco’s hair, but now that it fell freely, allowing him to run his hand through it to brush out the swirls, it was hard to deny that it was a sight to behold.