Prompt: Take. It. Off
Hermione was scowling up at the huge man that had pulled her from the river. She'd had just enough time to wrap the cloak around herself before being carted away from her clothing, not that it did much good. She should have known better than to bath near the cave, but it was the most hidden and she'd thought herself safe.
"Take. It. Off." The werewolf, Fenrir she'd only recently learn, demanded. His own body was already bare, and clean from diving into the river to remove her, and was demanding she be as bare as he was.
"No!" She shouted, not that it did much good, this far from anyone else and with the thick moss covering the walls of the cave. She could still see her clothing by the river, which explained how he'd been able to sneak down toward her without her seeing.
"Either you take it off, or I will." The growling threat made her clench her legs together, even as she clutched at the cloak even tighter. No one else in the village had that deep rumble, and while it was everything Hermione wanted in a man's voice, she didn't appreciate being carted off in such a brutish manner!