"Why don't you go see him?"

"Because I don't want to, Hermione," Draco crossed his arms. A frown appeared on his face.

"Stop being a baby, Draco," you said, in a silly mocking voice.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are! He's your father. He deserves a second chance. And besides-,"

"Hermione, he almost ruined everything. Do you really want him back in our lives?"
"Well, at least see your mother. She's actually decent, and she misses you. I know she misses you," you begged him. You owed this to Narcissa, just to try. The tear stains on the last letter Narcissa had sent you were blindingly obvious.

"How would you know that?" asked Draco, flabbergasted.

"I-I... may have correspondence with her."

"Of course, why didn't I see it before? The two women in my life conspiring against me, how obvious!"

"Draco," you said, frowning.

"Hermione," Draco said, mimicking your frown.

"Look, she told me-,"

"I know what she told you! She probably told you that my father has turned a new leaf, he has successfully adapted to liking Muggles and Muggle-borns, and that he doesn't spout remarks about what a disappointing son I was anymore."

You paused. "Actually..."

"What?" Draco was very irritated now.

"Narcissa told me that your father's dying."