The feeling of Draco’s magic blooming beneath Harry’s skin had the muscles of his abdomen twitch, uncertain whether he was trying to shift away or towards the sensation. It was distinctly, horrifically, immensely<span style="font-style: italic">Draco’s</span>and Harry realized this was the first time they had sustained any point of contact throughout any of the many tests they had conducted.<br/>Encouraged by the angle in which they were seated, Harry had gotten a rare sight of the lights shimmering across his skin, distorted by the refraction of his glasses. Suddenly struck with the same nauseating discomfort as watching Draco draw his signature, Harry tipped his head back against the pillows, his eyes finding much more familiar ground in Draco’s knitted together brows.