Draco's magic left Harry's tissue like tension leaving muscles. It wasn't painful, but Harry felt like putty afterwards, as if he had to learn to hold his own weight all over.<br/>Harry allowed his shoulders to resettle, shifting slightly, but knowing better than to stand before Draco had given him the okay.<br/>"Did you learn anything?" he asked, perfectly on cue for this repeated interaction. He spoke partially out on interest, but in equal parts because that was what he usually did, still unable to read the results of the test in real time.<br/>He did stretch his legs slightly, ankles interlocked.<br/>There was an unmistakable air of eady nonchalance about him, not an ounce of worry about the results.<br/>A smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Is it still killing me, Healer Draco?"