She wakes in the moonlit dark to panic and a dark shape looming over the bed, cautiously shaking her shoulder as a familiar, low voice calls her name rough with sleep. "– down, Granger. It's just a dream. Fuck, Granger..." Blurred with nightmares and caught in a maelstrom of sobs, Hermione flails to push back the person touching her at first, gasping and choking, whooping for air.