Remus brushed the hair from her face and gave her a lingering kiss to first her forehead, then cheek, then lips. It was a common nightmare for Hermione. Sleep was starting to come easier since the war, especially when all three slept together, but the nightmares sometimes lingered in the corners of their minds. For Remus, the first war still loomed in his dreams, the desperation of being left behind from death, from imprisonment, from betrayal. Draco dreamed of all consuming snakes and of a jet of green light that snuffed out the most formidable woman he had ever known. Malfoy Manor, of course, had robbed them all.