The sun drifted over Hermione's eyelids in the early morning hours, and it was that small change that stirred her to wake. Her body felt heavy, but she also felt safer than she remembered to have felt in a long time. As she started to move, she remembered where and whom she was curled up with. She took a moment longer to sink into the feeling of Draco’s arm wrapped tightly around her abdomen. She traced a finger along his arm and felt him stir against her back.