Hermione woke up a bit after dawn to find herself wrapped around Draco Malfoy. It took her a minute to remember what had happened and the nightmare that had triggered her panic attack. She had dreamt of the battle of Hogwarts again. Not an unusual occurrence, those nightmares came about once a week or after a particularly stressful day at work. Hermione carefully untangled herself from Draco and moved to sit on the opposite side of the bed. Breathing slowly through the sharp edge of panic that invaded her brain as she remembered the dream. She was walking the lines of the dead in the great hall, and along the line she had seen laid out in a row, Harry, Blaise, Draco, and Luna. Blaise and Luna both had been taken by the killing curse, not a mark on them. Harry and Draco had both been broken and bloody. Hermione braced her hands on her knees forcing herself to keep her back straight, giving her lungs space to breathe deeply rather than bowing to the fear and panic. Harry was fine. Blaise and Luna were fine. Draco was asleep behind her. She turned slightly to look at him. He lay sprawled peacefully in the bed, nothing like the crumpled fearful ball he had been at the hospital. His chest rising and falling evenly in sleep. She faced forward again and took a long deep breath, holding it while consciously relaxing the muscles in her shoulders, back and neck. Then she let it out slowly. Letting herself feel the gravity on her body. Everyone she loved was safe and well, and probably still asleep. She decided to snag a quick shower before the rest of the house started waking up. She sat a minute longer taking her braid out and making sure she was past her brush with panic. As she shook her hair out she heard a sharp gasp behind her and turned to see Draco sitting up frozen in fear and panic, his wand in his hand.