Hermione was glad to hear Remus' voice when he called out where he was. It was quite dark and so she made her way over to the table where he was sitting. She noticed right away he seemed to be in a bit of a muddle. Books everywhere. In fact you could hardly see any of the table for them, as well as the chairs and pretty much everywhere in the room. She sighed gently, with a sad smile on her face. It was fairly obvious he was up to his neck in stuff for the Order as well as trying to figure out a plan to teach the kids in the new up and coming term. If Hermione could help him out in anyway, she'd do what she could.

She approached him and sat down next to him, putting her hand on his arm, with a warm smile, but speaking in sad tones, "Remus, you're pushing yourself too far, it's not good for you, isn't there anything I can do to help you at all?" she asked.

It wouldn't really matter to Hermione what it was, she could help teach, be an assistant, look up books, do research, whatever it took to make it easier on the Professor she loved as a student, and still loves now. He was one of the best, and in Hermione's eyes, he always would be. If she could take the pressure of him, she would do it in a heartbeat.