"Hermione. I’m sorry, did we wake you?" Luna asked and smiled at Hermione, her pale golden hair shining in two plaits and her face glowing. Hermione rubbed her palm over her face and made a bleary sound. Her mouth was dry and her hair was a mess, and Draco was standing there with that damned faintly amused expression on his face as he stared at her. Hermione swallowed and pushed her knuckles over her eyes.