"Hermione?"
She froze – she would know that voice anywhere.
She looked up to find her ex-boyfriend's stormy eyes boring into her brown ones, concern upon his features.
She sucked in a sharp breath. "Take me to this address," she said shakily, shoving the paper into his hand. "Please, my father is dying."
His eyes widened at that. He took the note from her hand and read it.
Please. Please. Please.
Hermione no longer cared that she looked so utterly wrecked and… vulnerable before this man who lied to her – her father needed her.
Draco's gaze lifted.
He told her, "Okay."