Instinctively, Harry tipped his head to follow Draco’s motion, out of the loop and unsure if there was more tests or examinations to come. When he saw Draco put down his wand rather than summon anything, it made the corner of Harry’s mouth tug upward, his heart skipping a beat.<br/>Draco’s hair was long enough to barely ghost across Harry’s bare skin as it fell forward over his shoulders, and when Harry turned back to look at him, the barely-there brush of it sent needles down his spine.<br/>Thoughtlessly, Harry’s hands left Draco’s thighs, using both to push the silver curtain back over Draco’s shoulder.<br/>“That’s good,” he grinned rather clumsily, his hands falling and folding across his own abdomen, really more happy for him than he was for himself.