"I'm all right," he said without really telling the truth, sitting up slowly as he did so. "I just...it was a nightmare, I think." He closed his eyes, shivering visibly as he heard Molly's words in his head again. "Your mum," he murmured softly. "She...she told me to look after you. It was so real."
Drawing the blanket around him for warmth and protectiveness, Draco couldn't keep the tremble out of his tone. It had seemed so real, yet it couldn't have been. Molly was dead, and it was just a damned nightmare.