Hermione allowed herself a few more moments of just feeling Draco's chest move under her before she started to try and move. Much to her delight, she could move her hand now and she turned it around in the glare from the moon outside. She tried flexing and was able to do so too. She could feel her face move into a smile and she tried wriggling her nose just a bit. Her tongue had woken up and was marking her teeth along the way, all the while making her realise just how parched she was. Draco began to stir under her, and she wanted to move her head to look at him. That hurt and she stopped. She took a few breaths before she tried again and when she managed to face him, he was smiling down at her.