Hermione's POV
Hermione walked up the winding wooden stairs of the Burrow, noticing that Fred and George were behind her. She followed the corridor back to her room, clutching the letter to her chest,
"Hermione, are you sure this is a good idea?" George asked her with a certain edge in his voice.
"Nothing is ever a good idea anymore George, it never has been." Hermione told him, she walked into the room that she had been residing in for the last few days and sat straight on her bed without closing the door allowing Fred and George to sit next to her.
"Malfoy needs our help." She told them both, getting up from the bed and shoving the letter into George's hands. "So I'm going to help him, whether I am alone or not." Hermione informed the two twins, before walking over to the wooden dresser where her clothes had been stored for the past few days and began packing. Hermione pulled open the dresser and started rummaging through her clothes and looking for the bag that she left here after the war with the undetectable extension charm on it. She figured that she could pack as much as she could, and still travel lighter than the others. Hand luggage was the only necessity, she thought.
"Hermione, what if Malfoy is in deeper trouble than we know?" Fred asked her carefully.
"Then we'll find out when we get there." She told him, turning towards them both. "Look, we don't know how much trouble Draco is in, and no matter whether it is big or small, I would still help him. He asked for my help and I'm giving it to him. And this Phoenix Sphere is obviously important to our kind, therefore we need to find out what went wrong." Hermione told them, putting her bag down on the bed, Hermione took a deep breath as Fred walked towards her and gently laid a hand on her face.
"I just don't want to see you get hurt 'Mione." Fred told her, gently leaning his forehead against hers, slowly behind them, Hermione noticed George sneaking out the room, but she didn't care. She only had eyes for Fred and his voice.
"I won't, I'll have you there." She told him with a tiny grin. "And George, Lupin, Sirius, Harry, Ginny even Ron." She told him with a small laugh.
"There's always the perks of having the dream team around. Sirius will be a good dog and play fetch with Moony, and Ginny will throw one heck of a hex." Fred told her, laughing and slowly trailing her face with his thumb.
"I'll have my own band of protection in the name of Fred Weasley anyway." Hermione said with a grin.
"I'll be a great defence line. Like a muggle ninja turtle, or something like that." Fred said laughing, and giving Hermione a light kiss on the forehead.
Hermione blushed a deep shade of red before looking up at Fred. It was always his eyes, the way they shined a deep hazel brown, and glinted when she looked at him. Fred always made her heart beat faster than its normal speed and her stomach feel with butterflies whenever he was near, and it felt natural to her.
"I should let you pack." Fred told her with a smile before leaving the room, Hermione didn't even get the chance to say a word to Fred about wanting him to stay just a little bit longer, wrapped in the moment like a pillow of cocoons.
Hermione sighed and walked over to the chest of draws and started packing clothes into her bag before turning to her book shelves. For once in her life, Hermione Granger didn't actually know what books to pack that would her on this adventure. Slowly, Hermione sunk to the floor and put her head in her hands, what had Draco been doing?
Suddenly everything felt like a million miles away and all she could think about is the endless possibilities that Draco could end up dead by the time they found him, or it could be worse than dead. Much worse, but how worse? Hermione thought.
Raising her hands in frustration she resumed packing everything into her beaded bag, and packed as many books as she though necessary that might be of some logical use to them.
Everyone was right, she thought. What if Malfoy was in much deeper trouble than she thought? What if she was putting their lives at risk?
Shaking her head, Hermione tied the strings of the beaded bag and swung it over her shoulder before making her way to Remus' room, her Godfather usually had the answer to all her questions. Maybe he could provide and insight this time.
A/N: Hello! I'm really sorry that this has taken so long and that it is a bit short, but I have been so busy finishing my year at college that I neglected my fanfiction and for that I apologise deeply! But I have finished college now and can hopefully write a bit more often than normal, and hopefully not suffer from writers block again like I did when trying to write this chapter! (Again, I apologise!) I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and I promise I will try and update soon!