It felt like a huge relief to Draco that his experience with performing the spell on Harry specifically meant that he was much quicker than he should have been. He knew that he had gotten faster over time, and now he was finally able to properly see the advantage to that.<br/>As he cut the spell off, the magic shimmering to a stop on Harry’s chest, Draco could feel the energy he had expelled getting to him.<br/>Unthinkingly, Draco leant down to press a quick kiss to Harry’s forehead, working from muscle memory to do so. He had been a good patient after all, and Draco had so missed kissing him that he was mostly looking for an excuse to do so.<br/>“That’s a good boy,” Draco stated, as he took in the results of the test, beyond pleased to see that the magic hadn’t moved at all.<br/>For the first time since Draco had managed to diagnose Harry with whatever was causing him trouble, the magic hadn’t moved an inch. It made a pleased grin grow on Draco’s lips, for the first time in a long time feeling like they were getting somewhere.