As Draco continued, Harry was unwilling to meet his gaze. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb across the now-invisible line of Draco’s wand running across his palm; he wasn’t sure he agreed.<br/>“When’s the last time someone else used your wand?” Harry countered as his eyes finally found Draco, not truly irate but disinterested in entertaining this tangent.<br/>There was a challenge in his gaze, a subtle kind of certainty knowing that Draco’s argument wasn’t rooted in any recent experiences. Maybe Draco’s wand had grown uncommonly attached to him, and the fact that it was a possibility was clear in Harry’s expression, his eyebrows quirking upward.