Harry’s brows quirked, finding that to be a fair worry for Draco to still carry with him. But to Harry, Draco was unrecognizable, especially standing here with a flush and a fullness to his cheeks Harry had never seen in childhood.<br/>His lips parted to speak, but his gaze became distracted, seeing Calvin’s silhouette approach them through the blur of the archive doors, but it settled on Draco as he reiterated a point he must have already made, a smile on his lip.<br/>Speaking low, as though the moment was about to be stolen from them, Harry took a step closer to Draco, halfway through turning around to face Cal as he approached from behind him.<br/>“You’’ll just have to prove them wrong,” Harry challenged with a grin, leaning slightly in to speak, his hand brushing the small of Draco’s back as a brief point of stability through the turn.<br/>Harry had already retrieved his hand when Calvin, seconds later, opened the door to the hallway, a large and ancient book opened in his broad hands.<br/>“Malfoy, what’s the core of your wand?” Calvin quizzed, eyes on the answer where it was written down on the parchment, only asking as a standard security measure.