In the week leading up to New Year’s Eve, Harry felt constantly in a strange state of limbo. In many ways their interactions didn’t change at all - Draco still reserved himself the seat closest to him, still touched him all the time, and still followed him around like a lost puppy. In a way, the fact that they had never interacted in a way that most platonic friends did, made it difficult to decide if Draco was carrying on as if nothing had changed, or if Harry had just lost all concept as to what a standard friendship looked like.  