The sight of Draco’s wand leaving his hair send a shiver down Harry’s spine. He felt it particularly as it cut through his sternum, a phantom sensation of Draco’s magic igniting beneath Harry’s skin, making his heart skip a beat. It was dizzying, forcing his mind to a complete stop with the ingrained expectation that Draco had intended on carrying out another test.<br/>When Draco so easily continued his own train of thought, Harry in turn found it endlessly difficult to reengage, his mind completely derailed by his own muscle memory.<br/>"Kreacher came with the house," he elaborated almost timidly, willing his mind back into motion. "He’s old and fiercely loyal to people who’ve been dead for decades."<br/>Harry had seen Draco with his hair down so often he had come to associate it with their shared work, but nothing had ever compared to the sight of Draco’s hair in moonlight. While it had previously reflected the light only when Draco himself moved, it now seemed to catch the light with every breath.<br/>It made Harry’s mouth go dry.<br/>"I’m not sure he’s all that good at his job," he eventually concluded, dumbly.