Warning: There might be language in this chapter...

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter, yo uall know that... the plot of this story is mine, but the charries, and anything pertainingdirectly to the books are not. The End.

A/N: This is my first non one-shot... bare with me her, and welcome to the prologue of It Takes Two! 3Dali

She didn't know what to do. For the first time in her life, Hermione Jane Granger was speechless. She just sat where she was, and stared into space. Within minutes, her eyes glossed over, and she finally collapsed, into a shaking ball of Hermione. He caught her. He struggled against tears himself. He had to be strong for her. He closed his eyes and held her. He knelt there on the floor and just held her. And then Harry James Potter broke down, with an already broken girl, and cried with his best friend.

"Hermione! Hermione, come down here!" Hermione Granger lazily rolled out of bed. She didn't want to join them. She didn't want to go downstairs. She hated the way everyone looked at her. She hated the way she felt. She hated eating, sleeping, and smiling. She hated everything.

She came downstairs and into the kitchen, which was empty aside from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron Weasley, and one Harry Potter. She sat down somberly, and looked at the top of the table, while Harry spoke.

"Hermione, we know you are not feeling up to anything just yet, and that's okay, but this war is still going on, and we can't keep staying with you to make sure you are alright. We still have to fight. And we can't do it without you." She felt she was being stupid. Here she was, mourning over a loss, when the whole wizarding world would be destroyed if she didn't get over herself, and help.

She realized this and stood so suddenly, she earned a shocked look from everyone at the table. "What's our next plan of action?" Her voice was hoarse, and cracked, and sounded dead. Like she was void of emotion. Perhaps she was.

"Well, that's why we need you, Hermione. We need to rescue Malfoy first, as much as none of us really want to." Hermione nodded, and her mind went right to work on a plan to save Harry's former enemy. She left the room, and ascended the stairs once more. She entered Charlie's old room, which was now hers, and walked to her bedside table. She touched a still picture of her parents, and a few final tears of closure fell from her eyes.

"This is for you." She sat down at the table, and pulled out a piece of parchment and a Quill. She dipped her quill into the ink bottle she had left out when she had first come here, and began sketching out a plan.

Several hours, and many crumpled parchments later, Hermione Granger jumped up from her desk, pulling the just finished sketch and running down the stairs. She burst into the kitchen, interrupting what seemed to be a conversation about her, and slammed the parchment on the table.

"I want to know what you were talking about, but first, here it is. The plan to rescue one Draco Malfoy." She didn't smile with triumph like she normally would have, and she didn't jump into an excited explanation that they would have to strain to follow. No. Instead, she waited for them to ask, which Harry did.

"This is a drawing to the inside of Malfoy manor. I remember it from the last time we were there. A few measurements and minor details might be a little off, but for the most part, it's there." She actually paused to make sure she had them, something she rarely did, and then continued. "Alright. Little do many know, there are a few ways leading to a labyrinth under the manor. I don't know what this labyrinth looks like, I only know it is there. There will have to be a lot of us, as we will have to split up. We will have to stay in communication with each other at all times, and search him out. Once we find him, we are going to have to take him out of there, as quickly as possible." Again she paused, but no questions rang in her ears, so she continued once again. "Most likely, we won't be able to apparate in or out. I'm quite sure Lucius has made that precaution, and I am sure he also has plenty of guards around. Probably not Death Eaters, at least not many. However, do not underestimate any of them." With that, she finished, and stood straight up -she had been hunched over the map showing things, and illustrating everything with her hands- and waited for a response from someone.

She got it soon, as Harry jumped up. "Mr. Weasley, could you go to the ministry, and convince a selection of aurors to come?"

"Only a few would be willing, Harry. Most would be completely against the idea of running under a seventeen year old girl's command." Arthur Weasley responded. "But I can convince a few." With that, a 'pop' sounded his exit. Harry then turned to Ron.

"Your brothers, they are at the shop, mostly likely?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer. Ron was seventeen already, and was able to apparate. As expected, Ron nodded, and Harry said, "Go get them, and have one get Bill and Charlie, please." Another 'pop', and Ron too was gone.

"I am sixteen." Hermione said to herself, as it was now only her, and Harry in the room. Mrs. Weasley had most likely gone out to the garden after their previous conversation. Harry came over to Hermione, and hugged her lightly.

"I know you are still grieving on the inside, whether or not you are on the outside, but can you honestly handle this, Herm? I know you are strong, but can you really do this right now?" he seemed truly worried, and Hermione noticed he had completely ignored her statement, which only slightly perturbed her, compared to what she felt he was implying.

"Harry Potter," she started, pulling out of his hug. "How could you, of all people, underestimate me? You know very well I can handle anything thrust upon me. I am about as strong as you are, and I will not be looked after as if I am some infant in need of constant reassurance and care, because I assure you I am not." She was angry, but kept reasonably calm throughout her rant. he looked at the floor, and apologized quietly. "Oh, I'm sorry, Harry. You're right, I am still grieving inside, but I can certainly go through with this. I can still take care of myself quite well, and besides, I'll have you and Ron with me... we may have to go in groups, but we will never split up." She didn't smile, but he knew she would if she hadn't just lost her parents a week ago. He smiled at her, and nodded his agreement. He then sat down and looked over the map once more. After examining it for a few moments, his gaze returned to her.

"So, what's the whole plan?"