So sorry for not updating sooner… I was away for a while but since you've all been so good to me by reviewing, and as a late Christmas present… I'm giving ya'll a long chapter today. Well, longer than usual anyway…
The cotton felt cool to her heated skin as she slid it over her bare flesh, being careful not to jar her arm any more than she absolutely had to. It was murder when she accidentally snagged it on the sleeve! But soon the burning pain was gone, only to be replaced by a dull tingle.
'Strange. That shouldn't happen…' she thought, running her good hand over the bandages, trying to figure out what was wrong. 'I think I'll just file this under weird and wacky occurrences and think about it later… I REALLY want to see him!'
Bringing the cloth to her face, she took in the striking outdoor smell. It was like the shirt had been left outdoors, hanging on a pine branch. HE always smelled like that… like he'd just come from a private romp in the forest.
Smoothing the shirt down her body, she thanked whatever god was listening that it fell to a few inches above her knees.
'If I was any taller, I wouldn't be able to wear his shirt like this.'
Feeling better now that she was somewhat dressed, she made her way to the door and opened is slightly to slip out.
She was in a corridor that veered sharply to the right. Hermione padded along the corridor, wondering where it would lead her. Apparently, the room she'd come from was the last in the hall. Torches flared to life on either side of her as she walked past. Doors lined the walls and she counted five before coming to an archway with warm golden light shining out on the opposite wall.
Stepping inside cautiously, she smiled when she saw that it was just the living room with a roaring fire in the grate.
Looking around, she examined the room. Here the cold stone floor from the corridor sunk into thick burgundy carpeting. The only furniture there were large comfortable chairs and a long sofa in front of the fire.
Quietly, in case someone was sleeping, she crept closer to the sofa. She steeled herself for anything and so, was suitably relieved when all she saw was a large grey wolf curled up on the sofa.
Standing in front of the fire, she sank to her knees and raised her hand to hover over the sleeping wolf's head.
Sensing her, his eyes snapped open and he lashed out with his teeth, catching her wrist in his powerful jaws.
Hermione gasped in pain, panicking for a second before remembering her arm. She was already infected anyway. It didn't matter if another wolf bit her too.
She looked at the wolf, her wrist still in his mouth. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused. She looked right into them anyway.
"Hello Remus…"