Some of the tension shuddered out of him then, and the muscles in his back relaxed a little under her fingers as he let out a low, rattling sigh, nuzzled his face harder against her and pressed a kiss on her collarbone. She laid her cheek against the top of his head and wondered what he had dreamed about, that could do this to him. His hand, she thought, and wondered why – they'd slept in the same bed often, and he'd never woken her with a nightmare before. It couldn't be the fever; that felt like it had broken. Draco's maimed arm came up around Hermione's waist, his hand still holding tight to her wrist like a lifeline and he kissed her collarbone again, his breath beginning to even out, hot on her skin.