The brief window that allowed for conversation had closed as quickly as it had opened itself. Malfoy hadn’t offered a lot of insights regarding the style of his hair, but then again, Harry hadn’t asked for it. The length of Malfoy’s hair was none of Harry’s business, and neither did it warrant any justification; Harry had only been struck by an instinct to help preserve it now that it for once was down in Malfoy’s face.<br/>Harry felt the spell working a moment before he heard the relief in Malfoy’s breathing. He felt the drag of the exposed magic up his arm, feeling it settle all the way at the back of his throat. It made him blink, the sensation threatening to make his eyes water.<br/>Malfoy remained a hazy figure though glassy eyes, his voice soft in the silence of the room. Harry didn’t take his eyes off of him, thoughtlessly steadying his breathing to Malfoy’s, quietly in awe of his work.