Once again, the pain didn’t linger, remaining only an icy bite running through the length of Harry’s arm. As soon as Draco retrieved his wand, Harry had to step away, a restless energy as he shook his hand, the crackle of sparks audible, though maybe only in Harry’s mind.<br/>“It’s alright,” he muttered, far tamer than his initial instincts had been.<br/>His eyes dropped to his palm in between finger flexes; just as before, there was a pink line running the length of his hand where Draco’s wand moments ago had been cradled.<br/>“It didn’t break skin,” he said as he returned to Draco, palm bared to share the mark before it faded. Itching to flex his hand, he settled on pressing the nail of his index into the pad of his thumb, the prickle of blood streaming back into his hand.