Hermione pushed away from Severus abruptly. She tried to fish in her robes for her want, but only touched the blanket that had thankfully stayed wrapped around her body. Sighing, she looked up in the dark at where she knew he was. "What the hell is going on?"
With a blinding flash, a tip of a wand lit to cast her surroundings in a faint glow. Severus was standing about a foot away from, the distance created by her sudden withdrawal from his arms, and looking down at her silently with a somber expression.
"What the hell is going on?"