Harry nodded, not entirely in the conversation anymore. The way their desks were positioned, Harry spent most of his days looking at the back of Draco’s hair, only so often catching a glimpse of his profile. Seeing him head on with his hair tied back made Harry’s stomach flip with longing.<br/>Thoughtlessly suppressing a caress, Harry brushed the pad of his thumb across the ends of Draco’s hair, sticking out from his hold.<br/>With a little sound, Harry turned to look around at Draco’s desk.<br/>“Here,” he said, as he reached for Draco’s wand, holding it by the tip as he offered the handle to Draco. There was a grin playing at the corner of Harry’s mouth, happy to have followed orders this time around. “Fasten the ends yourself.”