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Hermione dreamed that she was tied down to her own bed, unable to move or scream. Above her stood Neville Longbottom, and he grinned in a way that reminded her of Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Don't worry," he said, Remus' voice coming from his lips, as he raised his wand. "It'll only hurt for a moment."
Suddenly, he dropped his wand and his arms snapped to his sides and as he fell he screamed in agony, once again with Remus' voice.
Hermione started awake, almost falling out of bed. She looked around the room wildly, even to the floor to look for Neville. As it sunk it that she had been dreaming, she heard a moan from beside her. She glanced over to see Remus laying beside her, sweating and panting as if he had just run a marathon.
She realized that he must have just changed, explaining her odd dream.
And then she realized he was naked.
She threw the covers that were over her over him so fast that it beat the blush that crept up from her chest to her cheeks.
Under the covers, he said, "I'm sorry." He sounded out of breath and beyond the point of exhaustion.
"Whatever," Hermione said, trying very hard not to feel sorry for him.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
"I have to get ready for work," she said, getting up from the bed and walking to the door.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he said as she opened the door. "I don't think I'll survive the next moon."
She didn't dwell on those words until she was seated in her cubicle and the paper beneath her blurred strangely and she couldn't breathe out of her nose.
A handkerchief dropped on her desk, and she unconsciously wiped away the tears she didn't know she'd been shedding.
At the end of the day, she didn't know how she was going to return Ron's handkerchief to him.