Draco snapped the clasps on his suitcase closed and walked to the front door of his office at the Ministry. He looked over the blue and gray walls he never bothered changing, almost as if to say good bye. He wouldn't miss it, not at all, he only got hired here for Hermione after all. He grinned at the thought of his wife as he looked over his now empty desk. A desk that nearly got him in trouble to work on the Monday after he was bound to Hermione as Potter had found several pictures of her on his desk. He was interrogated and sent on holiday for a week, but having several seemingly candid photos of her were not enough for the Ministry to pin the charge of kidnapping on. Potter had even gone to the extent of attempting to have the prostitute pick him out in a line up, but she didn't remember him, thankfully.