"Yeah," Draco replied, then snorted a bitter laugh. "All so fucking noble, aren't you? Doesn't really matter. Betrayal's betrayal."
He sank down further into the couch, feeling suddenly exhausted. He had just woken up. How could he still be so tired when he had just woken up? He hadn't really slept, though, had he? He had been so scared to fall asleep... in that... in the real time. Right. He was asleep now.
You had a bad dream last night. It has made you confused about where you are and what year it is. Dreams are not real. No matter how real they seem at the time, you always wake up, and everything is just how you left it.
Draco closed his eyes and willed himself to wake up.