Hermione slid her hand up Draco’s arm to rest on the back of his neck. He shivered, breath hot on her throat, and the tremble in his body lessened. Not stopped, but lessened, enough for her to tell that he was calming down.
Hermione rubbed his neck, feeling up beneath his hair for the tight muscle at the base of his skull. “I’m here, Draco,” she whispered. “You’re safe.”
