The surprise of Malfoy’s hands curling around his wrist drew Harry’s mind to a complete standstill, a pebble in his gears. Unable to comprehend how that had come about, Harry could do little but gawk at Malfoy; the pause he held, allowing Malfoy to count his heartrate was less intentional as it was necessary, any coherent thought having left his consciousness.<br/>The moment Malfoy’s fingers left his pulse point, Harry’s own heartbeat became loud in his ears, unsurprised to find it to be elevated. The touch had caught him off guard, only the fourth or fifth they had shared at all, but remarkably more so intimate; if only, because Harry saw no immediate point to it.<br/>He blinked, completely derailed.<br/>"Uh," he buffered, failing to recognize what on Earth Malfoy was saying. He wasn’t even sure whether or not he was speaking about the house or Harry himself.<br/>"No, yeah," he added, cheeks heating in a delay. He only spoke to fill the space as he opened the other box. Malfoy didn’t seem intent on addressing what or if he had leaned anything, and Harry didn’t even know what question to ask to prompt him to speak.<br/>"This shows the wards active before entry."<br/>Harry, suddenly self-aware, offered Malfoy the twin map with some awkwardness, this clouded by different colours wherever special magic had been identified. "They were all effectively dismantled by the time of the second mapping."