Hermione felt consciousness sweep over her; the first thing she felt was the lack of pain. She couldn't put her finger on it in her sleepy-state, but she knew this was the most comfortable she had been in weeks. She flickered her eyes open so that they were met with the scene of a large, lilac room with white Muslim curtains. The room felt cosy, she looked down and saw that she was lying in a bed with a thick duvet cover over her. There was an empty bed against the side adjacent to hers and a door on the wall opposite and another door on the remaining wall.
Hermione brought her hand from under cover up to her face, it was clean! She couldn't feel a trace of blood. Her hair was still knotted, but felt cleaner than before as she ran her hand through it. She decided to try and step out of bed, she pulled the duvet cover back to realise she was wearing lilac baggy pajamas. Smiling to herself she wondered over to the window, which was by the side of the other bed, and wrenched opened the curtains to expose floods of light, drenching the room in white.
Suddenly, she heard the handle of a door go. She whizzed around and saw a man immersing from the one opposite her bed.
"I thought you were never going to wake up, lazy bones." Sirius said, playfully chucking his towel he was just using to dry his hair at her.
She caught it and smiled, Sirius had obviously just emerged from the shower, he had dark jeans on with no top, his dark hair was damp and fell about his face. His face was undeniably good-looking, his smile seemed to light up the world.
"Sirius! What's happened? Where are we? Where's Harry, have you spoken to him? Are you alright, I remember your wounds!" All these anxieties suddenly burst out of Hermione all at once at the sight of Sirius, her good friend.
"Hermione, "He said softly, "Its ok, we are at Grimauld place. I haven't spoken to Harry yet, I have not been downstairs, I wanted to wait for you. And I am fine; it seems that whilst we've been asleep they have healed our wounds for us too. Although I think that scratch might leave a pretty scar on your cheek there." He said, bringing his hand up to his own cheek to indicate where it was. Hermione felt it with her hand; she felt she had a deep on her cheek just in line with her cheekbone.
"I feel like I've slept for days. We will go and see Harry soon, just let me have a shower and I will be right with you." she said nodding her head, understanding his need to see him. She walked up to the door Sirius was standing by, and as she walked past, Sirius reached out for her hand. He looked her in the eye and paused.
"We made it Hermione. We are back home."