"Okay, be careful." Afraid to ask what exactly she needed from Malfoy, Hermione turned on her feet and headed toward Gryffindor tower. Someone breached the wards? She ran through all the possibilities in her mind. Had it something to do with Harry’s secret sessions with Dumbledore? She’d never pushed him to tell her exactly what he was up to, but she knew it was vital in defeating Voldemort. In the moments of anxiety leading her up the staircase, she wished she had pushed him just a little more. She could have helped him plan for any ward breaks, maybe he already had a plan? But his plans were usually shite. Scribbled down on a used napkin, kind of shite.