The ease that Harry had displayed throughout the exercise suddenly wavered, uncertain about making that change. His eyes darted to Draco’s wand as he stepped closer, a more true indicator of his state of mind than his posture.<br/>“Why?” he asked.<br/>While he handed over his wand, he was hesitant to reach for Draco’s. His hand instead fell to the table, fingers barely brushing the tabletop.<br/>“I know<span style="font-style: italic">why</span>,” Harry clarified. After all, this was all because Draco’s wand had reacted abnormally to him. “But why does it matter whether or not I can use your wand at all?”