"I just woke up, what do you want from me?" He snapped at her once more, finally moving to shove himself up out of the sand and up to bare feet. He knew full well that it had virtually no impact on making him seem any more in control - he was far beyond that point, after all - but he liked being upright anyway. Taller. More secure, somehow. Even though the very act of pushing himself upright stung like nothing else, tiny, unseen cuts burning.

And yes, panic was thoroughly dangerous, but it served him well thus far. He didn't know much else. She and her little rock weren't really going to change that any.

"And I most certainly didn't fall asleep here, for the record," Draco added for good measure. "So put down that bloody rock before I hex you into next week."