Hermione's head hurt. It was the first thing she could make sense of as she rose to consciousness. A pounding, aching, pulsing feeling deep inside her skull that made it feel as though her eyes were going to pop out of her head. She groaned against the pressure, rolling to the side, a hand reaching blindly across the covers in search of - her head popped up, eyes opening wide, causing the entire room to spin sickeningly, as she remembered. Draco. They'd spent the night together. Had woken up together for the first time in... so long. And then... they'd had sex again, hadn't they? She felt warm and loose limbed, but there was no soreness, no pleasant aching, no tell-tale stickiness between her legs. She was positive that he'd -