Draco went into a coughing fit and finally closed the door to his office one last time. He walked to the Ministry's lift and pressed it after putting away the handkerchief he had just coughed into. He watched the dial above the lift doors slowly move and he bounced on his heels, eager to get home to his wife. Hermione will be waiting for me. She always does. When the lift finally arrived, he stepped on to it alone, leaning against the back wall, his tired head thrown back on one of the metal bars.