Later that night, Hermione lay awake in bed unable to sleep. She reminisced about her day, and the gifts she received from her friends. Her thoughts eventually strayed back to the letter she received from Remus. It was polite, and thoughtful, and friendly. She closed her eyes, imagining that she received a different kind of letter from the man, one where he described all the things he’d do to her if they were together. Subconsciously, she lifted one hand to palm a nipple while the other slipped into her sleep shorts as she rubbed slow circles over her clit, pretending her fingers belonged to Remus. As she was about to reach her climax, instead of her werewolf’s kind face, she envisioned grey eyes instead.