Draco watched Harry pace and plan and take the entire bloody new wizarding world onto his shoulders and it was so fucking hot. Draco had to actively stop himself from getting up and kissing him until he couldn't think about anything else. If only he hadn't promised to give him time. Stupid Potter and his stupid saviour complex and his stupid, stupid face.
He settled for standing up and catching Harry's wrists.
"Hey. You're thinking way far ahead, which is brilliant and I didn't think you had it in you. But you don't have to solve the problem of the entire wizarding world right now. You don't. Schools and international ties and using your celebrity for good are all things that can and will happen. Eventually. But we have to crawl before we can run. You don't have to torture yourself with it all right now. Step back a little. Let's think about the small stuff. Food. Clothes. Money. Finding those clues, seeing the manors, getting Gringotts keys. We don't need the answers for everything yet. And who knows what will change once we've got all that stuff sorted. We don't know how many people Hogwarts is bringing here, or who they'll be."
He gave Harry's wrists little shake and smiled slightly.
"I'm all for leveraging your Harry Potter power to get us what we want. But don't put the thestral before the cart. You'll kill yourself that way."