"Wait," she began, scrutinizing him. "That's it." Hermione gasped, glaring at the man before her. "That's exactly it, isn't it? That's why you came looking for me in the first place, because you knew you wouldn't make it out alive – wouldn't survive on the streets for very long or possibly even make it out of the city at all – before one of them found you and killed you. You dragged me here, in the middle of bloody nowhere, because you want me to do it."