Though Harry spent a moment squeezing his appreciation for Draco into the embrace, he didn’t linger long. Late for his own life, Harry had a full day ahead of him, and when he eased his posture, he loosened the grip around Draco.<br/>Back of the flats of his feet, Harry’s smile widened, gingerly pushing Draco’s hair back over his shoulders, having been pulled forward when catching on the sleeve of Harry’s sweater.<br/>“Thanks for helping out,” he said, finally reaching for his wand. Once in its hand, Harry took a thoughtless step backwards, breaking any lingering point of contact.<br/>His eyes had dipped, turning the wand in his wand, before flipping it handle side up and using it to gesture it vaguely upwards as his eyes returned onto Draco.<br/>“I’ll be careful.”