He was torn. Draco had said he was done with him, but brewing a blood-replenishing potion and making promises to Hermione to try and make sure it got to Harry didn’t sound like the sort of thing someone who was done with him would do. Harry wouldn’t be able to cope though, if he rushed to Draco, expecting reconciliation, only for Draco to recoil in disgust. He’d already gotten his hopes up once before, sat next to the one-eyed-crone. He didn’t think he could cope with them being soundly dashed again. And he’d never known Draco to be the kind of person to say something he didn’t mean.  