He tilted his head closer to listen to her soft whisper and felt a shiver of heat run through him. He tipped his head back and bit the inside of his cheek to stifle a grunt, absurdly grateful now that he hadn't pulled her up to sit on his lap. The temptation in that quiet offer would have given him reason to apologize to her if she had been. Draco shifted on the bench, finding a less awkward position. "Speaking of wishes," he said, voice rougher than he liked. He needed to change subjects before he had to explain himself. "How are things with Ollivander? Will you be getting your wand soon?"