Harry’s gaze dipped to Draco’s hand, the sight of his wand making his heart jump. They hadn’t talked about it, and Harry had come to assume that his restrictions on using magic would persist even after leaving the manor. The implication that that wasn’t the case sent a wash of relief through Harry, suddenly feeling like he might not be as poor off as Draco had previously made him out to be.<br/>He stepped back towards the entryway, returning within reach of Draco. A smile lingered at his lips as he looked at the dark wood of the wand against Draco’s fair hand. Raising his hand to brush a gentle touch to the back of Draco’s hand, Harry seemed weary of accepting it.<br/>He didn’t, his hand instead following the line of Draco’s arm, stretching to wrap both arms around Draco’s shoulders in a tight hug, grateful.