"No. I want to see." She did, she wanted to see her Mate rip into the Pack. She wanted to hear them scream as he made them pay for looking at her. She wanted to see Greyback fall. Hermione felt something pull at her attention, way back in the recess of her mind. A small voice told her that she was wrong, that she was scared and should run. She ignored it. The other voice, distinctly not her voice, was stronger. It edged her on, encouraging and coaxing as she approached the door. She thought she might have heard Snape say something in the background but he was irrelevant. She wanted to see.