"Granger. Granger, breathe. Slow and steady. Okay?" She blinks up at Malfoy, hovering over her as he steadies her firmly, his expression concerned and pained. "In," – he breathes in very slowly – "And out," – he lets the breath out on a whoosh that gusts warm over Hermione's forehead and suffuses her with the scent of toothpaste and sweet tea. "In," – and this time she tries to breath with Malfoy – "And out," he says very softly, his thumb brushing a lock of hair back from her temple, his face gentle. Hermione shuts her eyes and her hands come up fast and shaky, curling her fingers tightly around his forearms by his elbows, and for long minutes they just hold onto each other and breathe.