Hermione remembered what had happened last night – or earlier this morning to be precise – and her heart felt like it stopped mid-beat in her chest. Just froze, and her chest constricted and her face went blazing hot and her fingers clenched into fists, and then her heart started again and she swore resounding and long inside her head. She had fallen asleep and Draco hadn’t woken her up, and now he was talking to someone while she lay in his bed.