Harry looked up at Malfoy, his blank expression that of someone whose thoughts had been entirely elsewhere; his eyes dipped to the dangling medallion as if the item itself would explain the relevance of the request. Nothing was revealed to him, but the mere fact that the oval pendant wasn’t decorated with a too-familiar Slytherin S seemed to remove any justifiable sense of hesitation.<br/>"Yeah," he breathed, barely audible. Malfoy remained entirely preoccupied by the spell, it seemed, and Harry felt reluctant to disturb him.<br/>His hand cupped the medallion, the jewellery resting against his palm as he moved it upward, the chain slinking without the weight of the pendant. Harry’s fingers brushed against Malfoy’s wrist, a little acknowledgement that the other could let go of it safely.