Draco awakened with a rush and a pounding headache. He groaned as he remembered his dream. More like his nightmare. Draco laid on his bed, eyes closed, trying to fall back to sleep. Useless. The images of violence, torture, and death simply repeated themselves in his mind. He sighed and brought himself up with his elbows, resting his upper body against the board of his bed. He heard a mumble and looked at his wife sleeping soundly next to him. He smiled softly, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. He decided to try again and snuggled in with Hermione.