While Harry’s expression didn’t waver, the pause he held betrayed him, proof that Draco’s answer was different from what Harry had expected him to say. Though, in all honesty, Harry wasn’t sure what he<span style="font-style: italic">had </span>expected.<br/>“Use mine, then,” Harry eventually bristled, riled rather than frustrated.<br/>Their interactions had been so civil, all founded and propelled by well thought out considerations and theories, that even the smallest defiance in Draco’s voice struck Harry tenfold. It suddenly felt like a matter of principle, feeling certain that Draco thought he knew better than Harry.<br/>At some point, Harry’s eyes had dipped to place his wand, but when he once again met Draco’s eye, Harry also extended his wand for Draco to take, its handle facing him.<br/>Harry’s eyes were bright and present, the challenge in them growing increasingly juvenile; he almost smiled. “Should be fine."