Grief flushed over her at the memory as she turned back to look towards Greyback. She felt herself gripping onto the bedsheet, twisting the material in her fist as she gripped it tighter. She wanted to cover herself up, even though everything was already covered up, she just felt overexposed. Hermione shivered underneath the dark, lust-filled stare of the wolf. Hermione went to start speaking, to ask the werewolf a question but nothing was uttered from the chapped lips.