Hermione scrabbled into terrified consciousness, heart racing in her chest as she leapt to her feet – Innovations in Potions tumbling forgotten to the floor with a thunk. The stifled cry that had woken her had cut off abruptly and Draco was sitting bolt upright in bed, half-awake and shivering. His eyes stared blankly straight ahead of him, silvered grey and wet, and his chest was heaving with shuddering, gasping breaths, his cheeks streaked with tears that made Hermione's own breath catch painfully in her throat.