"Yes. But he didn’t." The reassurance that she hadn’t been killed seemed to somehow calm The Wolf slightly. He walked round the bed and lay down beside her, staring at the ceiling. Cautiously, she reached over and rested her hand on top of his. His breathing evened out and she saw silver begin to trickle through the gold. Hermione ignored the soothing sensation that rippled through her body, easing her pain as she held his hand. 