Hermione scrambled onto the bed on her knees, still half-asleep, instinctively wrapping herself around Draco. She flattened one hand on his back, holding him close, the other hand petting shakily over the back of his head as she made little shushing sounds. Merlin, he had scared her. Draco's hand came up to clutch at her wrist hard and desperate, and she very gently pressed his face into the curve of her throat, kissing his temple, her heart still fluttering shock-quick.