Harry chuckled, his breath hitching halfway through the soukd as the magic caught hold of his tissue, sending a twinge down this spine.<br/>It was hardly painful, but the depth of Draco's spell made Harry's own magic go haywire, making his fingers itch. It had been worst the first time, having since seemed to find some familiarity in the tactile aspect of Draco's magic. It was intimate in a way Harry knew from medical professionals, nothing really uncommon about it, but it felt particularly intimate to know how Draco's magic felt beneath his skin.<br/>As Draco spoke the incarnation, Harry thoughtlessly tipped his head to one side, away from the movements of the wand. His eyes remained on Draco, eternally transfixed by the fall of his hair.<br/>Upon first seeing Draco with his hair long, Harry had expected to find more similarities to Lucius; he hadn't. Draco carried himself more delicately than his father ever had.<br/>"Are you stuck, too?" Harry asked, too great a delay for it to be considered a coherent conversation. He felt like he needed to speak to avoid himself from getting too absorbed byt the way the incarnation left Draco's lips.