Harry could practically see Draco physically gathering his thoughts, "I... I feel like these last few weeks have been... well," he chuckled weakly, reaching out and carefully stroking a knuckle down Harry’s arm, "they’ve been amazing. But it feels like... like we’re living in a dream. It feels like we’re living on borrowed time. It feels like we’re trying to fit a lifetime’s worth of love into each day, every day, and I can’t help but think about what comes next," he shook his head, his eyes fixed down on the movement of his own hand, "I keep thinking about the end of term, and this "plan’ of ours. I keep thinking about us sneaking our way into the Manor and destroying the Dark Lord and it... it just... it feels so  impossible. It feels so unimaginable that I can’t even picture it. And I-," he stuttered, and took a moment to gather himself, "I feel like we’re walking you to your death.