She had no idea what hour it was. Only that it was the darkest hour of the night as she woke with a jolt from a horrible dream, that thankfully drifted from her memory faster than she could open her eyes. She supposed it was helped by the fact that she was enclosed in Draco's warm embrace and his breath huffed gently across her neck from where he lay nestled into her side. Hermione closed her eyes and did her best to control her breathing before she slowly eased her way from Draco's warm arms. She found her thin robe and slung it around her naked body before sneaking across the room to the small sitting room and further to what had always been meant to be her Head Girl room. Never mind the fact that she had barely spent even one night in there since she had returned to Hogwarts.