"It's okay," Hermione tells him helplessly, going to her knees beside him and laying a hand on his shoulder, fingers stroking and curling. He doesn't show any indication he even heard her, and so she slides her fingertips up the side of his neck, fingers sliding and tangling through his fine, white-blond hair, trying to soothe him. "It's all right, Malfoy. It was a nightmare. Only a nightmare." And she wraps an arm around him, one hand still on his hair, joined by her lips as she presses them to the crown of his head, enveloping him in the comfort of her warmth. "We're all right," she murmurs over and over, breath ruffling his hair, and his breath judders in and out, catching as her words finally start to sink in.