Harry stared, oblivious, and quite confused, at the naked Draco Malfoy in front of him... had they somehow gotten confused?
Harry sat on his favourite spot, brooding, a faint breeze rustling his hair. He sat under a tree, gazing out at the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch in what had been dubbed "Eighth Year", where all those who missed large segments of their education because of the Blood War had been reassigned to a whole different segment of the castle. Currently he was brooding about his wand, he had visited Ollivander recently, in a fit of curiosity, about the Elder Wand and if it was truly gone... when he left, however, he had become aware that his wand, Holly wood and Phoenix feather, was incredibly ill managed.
And then... Draco Malfoy came onto the pitch, blushing and determined, steel eyes cutting over to where he was, almost as sharp as his words. He had been avoiding Harry this year, for reasons unknown to him, so he did not tense immediately at the return of his well known rival. He stood, awkwardly, on the stands not far from where Harry was seated.
"Potter."
He said tersely.
"Malfoy?"
Harry asked, a little confused.
"Do you..." He coughed, "Do you have a moment to spare?"
Harry blinked,
"Sure, of course, what's going on?"
He wasn't quite sure why his ex-rival wanted to talk, but both Hermione and Ron (surprisingly) had asked Harry to give the 'new Malfoy' a chance. Draco blinked, as if not expecting that, and said,
"Well, I, uh, would you, um, like to hang out some time?"
Harry smiled, so he wanted friendship, that was something he could do.
"Definitely."
Draco smiled, as if relieved, before his expression shuttered into a 'smoother' look, turning his smouldering eyes to Harry in expectancy that he was not prepared for. He said,
"...I mean... are you busy now?"
Harry frowned, before looking to Draco with interest,
"My wand, um, it does need polishing."
Draco choked, turning violet, and turned to Harry with disbelief,
"Your wand?"
Harry nodded sincerely,
"Its been quite a long time since I've taken care of it, you know, with the war and all, that kind of thing takes a back seat."
Draco replied, in a sotto voice that belied his return to his usual level of swagger,
"So you'd, like me to help with it?"
Harry smiled at the extension of friendship,
"I mean, if you have the time of course, I've just never had a very good technique... I've seen others polishing their's and I've never been able to grasp it in the same way to do it properly. Are you experienced with it? Do you do it often? I'm quite a beginner to be honest."
Draco nodded understandingly, a tilt to his lips and spark in his eyes,
"...just a wand cleaning?"
Harry blinked,
"Is there more to it than that?"
Draco's eyes narrowed,
"Of course there is, there's lots of things you can do, I mean, its pretty common knowledge I'm sure."
Harry didn't really know much about wands, he was used to just using it for magic, perhaps it was more complicated than he had first been told. He flushed in embarrassment, not quite meeting Draco's eyes,
"I'd always thought it was just get the oils and get it over with, I mean, I wouldn't want to spend all day polishing my wand when there's other stuff to be done."
Draco tilted his head, as if analysing the comment for plausibility, and said in a voice that rumbled like hot thunder,
"Of course, it could happen fast and quick, but would there be the same enjoyment...? and only rubbing your wand seems like you're missing out on so much."
Harry smiled,
"I s'pose you're the expert, so you can just lead me through what to do."
Draco nodded, a pleasant expression portrayed through the spark in his eyes.
"I'll meet you in my dorm, I can bring the oils."
And with a saucy wink he left, leaving Harry to sigh in relief. As long as his wand was looked after.