Harry was ashamed to say that he spent the rest of the week utilising the map to avoid crossing paths with Draco. He was well aware that it was a terrible idea - every moment they spent apart, the more nervous he felt about eventually seeing him again. He had built their eventual reunion up in his head into something more than it was likely to be. Some days, in his daydreams, they embraced and cried into each other's arms. Other days, Draco met him with a cold look and silence. He imagined reality would be somewhere between the two. He hoped it would at least - he felt a little bit like the cat in Schrödiner’s box. Until the box was opened, he and Draco were reconciled and estranged in equal measure.  