"Good," Draco snapped, prickly with his worry and refusing to let that fear out – and she knew the feeling. She was keeping all her terror bottled tightly up, clutching it to herself like a badly kept secret, a precious bundle, because she was afraid if she let it out it would swamp her. She'd drown in it. She needed to keep it together or she'd be useless on this mission. And Hermione needed to be there because Draco was going and she couldn't let him go without her. He had a tendency to drop his guard on his right thanks to his new left-handed duelling, and she needed to be there at his right, protecting his flank. And Harry would be there, and Ron, and it just didn't seem right that everyone would be going while she stayed here.