Though Harry paused, he didn’t offer any further objections, and eventually, he accepted Draco’s wand.<br/>Besides the few times Harry had picked the wand out of Draco’s hair, Harry hadn’t held Draco’s wand in a decade. While it had served him well during the war, Harry was suddenly full of apprehensions, not because he expected it to hurt, but because he fundamentally didn’t want to think of the implications of Draco’s wand accepting or rejecting<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>.<br/>Once the wand left Draco’s hand, Harry turned it, adjusting his grip on the handle as he made himself familiar with the different weight and point of gravity. There was no immediate sense of discomfort, making his eyes dart back up to Draco, a vague question woven into his expression.<br/>Eventually, Harry stepped away from the table.<br/>“Another<span style="font-style: italic">Accio</span>?”