This is for Tumbling-into-oblivion because she's been going through some tough stuff right now and she likes Dramione so hopefully this helps cheer her up! Leave a review if you please.

Sometimes he woke up in the middle of an anxiety attack. He had a range of what they were like, but most of the ones he was vaulted into were the kind where he couldn't breathe and didn't know where he was. He would scramble to find purchase on the bedsheets as he tried to get his brain to remember that no, he wasn't locked up in Malfoy Manor anymore and no, there was not a dark wizard breathing down his neck and the Dark Mark hadn't burned for a while now.

She was still a light sleeper, had been since her days in the tent with the boys, where one rustle of the leaves outside could mean the end of them by the hand of a Death Eater. When Draco upset the bed like this, tossing and turning in the middle of one of his nightmares, she was always woken up, but didn't always have to do something; sometimes Draco quieted back down, the nightmare having passed and he would roll to his side, his arm coming to rest around her middle. Other times, he was awake for good, in the middle of an attack where he couldn't get enough air to his lungs. Those were the times she sprung into action.

She sat up in times like this, helping him into a sitting position if he wasn't already so. She grabbed for his hand and said, "Draco, it's alright, you're safe, you're with me, Hermione."

"Hermione." He said, dazed and gasping.

"Yes, Hermione. We're ok, we're safe."

"Safe." Draco said, blinking now.

"You're doing great, love, squeeze my hand, it's ok, I'm right here. Do you know where we are?" She said. She took his hand in her own and let him hold on to her like a life line. He seemed to be breathing properly again, slumping against her and shaking.

"Home. Not...not the Manor."

"No, you don't have to go back there. You're here with me and you're here to stay. I love you, you're fine now, just breathe." She ran a hand through his sweaty hair while he comforted him and he nuzzled into her collarbone. She could feel him breathing again normally, and now that she knew he knew where he was, she could start to relax back into the mattress again.

"Do you want a calming draught?" She asked when they were settled back under the covers again. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, his face settled into the crook of her neck and his arms around her waist. Her chin rested on top of his head.

"No," he sighed, "it's bad if I take too many in succession." There was a pause and Hermione thought that Draco had finally drifted back to sleep. Instead though, she heard, "Thank you, Hermione. I love you, too."

"You've done the same for me, Draco. This is our life together now and we might as well get used to it."

He smiled against her skin and pulled her a little closer. The mark on his arm had not pained him in almost four years. All was well.