A short laugh escaped him. He pushed his fingers through his hair, the nervous energy in his body fighting for an escape, "You know what’s wrong, Draco," Harry couldn’t make out Draco’s expression but he saw his head nod slowly, and saw him sit back slightly in his chair, "I just -," he started abruptly - he swallowed and licked his lips, "I just feel so helpless," he admitted softy, "I feel... I feel like I did when we were camping all around the country on the run, carrying the locket and having no idea how to destroy it," he saw Draco make an aborted movement but without his glasses he had no idea what the action had been. He heard him swallow.