Malfoy’s hands shook a little, although he tried to cover it up. He was getting anxious, but he didn’t want Ollivander to know. So with trepidation, he held out his wand arm as the thin piece of wood was placed in his hands. At first there was nothing and the sinking feeling at his stomach returned. But then he noticed. His hands stopped shaking and a sudden warmth flooded through him starting from his fingertips flowing to the rest of his body. He flicked the wand quite naturally and felt something connect within himself. Although he had his wand before, had taken control of other people’s wand before as well, he had never felt such a connection. While he was pondering the strange sensation, a wisp of smoke dragon emerged from his wand. Draco’s eyes widened as he found himself staring at the eyes of one of the strongest magical creatures. He didn’t blink; neither did the dragon. Finally the dragon gave a light nod in his direction and disappeared into nothing once again.