Draco turned away and summoned the bags that he had packed early in the morning, while Hermione was still tied to the bed, and proceeded to check if everything was there. They would be gone for quite a while... When he was done, he left to get washed up and dressed. He had laid out a black suit with a matching black shirt and tie the night before. It seemed appropriate. He would be attending the funeral of his old life after all. He gave a start when surveying himself in the mirror. He was almost unrecognizable. Not physically, but... he saw something in his own eyes. Something new. Heartbreak, probably.