Seeing the boy for the first time since the battle of Hogwarts, Draco didn’t know how to feel. Potter had always inspired strong feelings in him, nearly all of them extremely negative. Looking at him now, that knee jerk rush of feeling was still there, except now he didn’t know what name to give it. He didn’t hate Potter. He wasn’t even sure he particularly disliked him - not anymore. How could he when all of his energy was taken up with hating himself? No. He didn’t know what he’d call this feeling.