For the first time in months, Hermione woke from a nightmare with her chest heaving and sweat soaking her pyjamas. Only this time, instead of Bellatrix and the drawing room, her mind had conjured Voldemort, and she had watched Ginny, Harry, Ron and Draco fall under his wand as she stood by, unable to get to them in time.  Get a grip, Hermione,  she scolded herself firmly as she rolled over in her empty bed, reaching instinctively for Draco. 