"Okay guys," Hermione said, glancing at her watch, "We have to leave right now. We're late! We'll need to run if we're going to catch the carriages back to Hogwarts!"

Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny began to gather their things and put on their coats.

"Oh," Ginny groaned, "I shouldn't have had all those butterbeers! I have to go to the bathroom."

"Can't you wait till we get back to school?" asked Hermione anxiously. "I mean, we're late as it is."

"No, I have to go now," Ginny said. "It's okay, go on. I'll be right out. You don't have to wait."

"Are you sure?" asked Ron.

"Yeah," said Ginny, "Hurry up! You'll miss you're carriage!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione left once the bathroom door had closed behind Ginny. They began to run as they saw the last bit of students filing into the carriages.

"Think she'll make it?" Ron asked Harry, panting as they ran.

"Of course," he said. "Besides, they'll kick her out before the carriages leave. The Three Broomsticks closes when the carriages go back to Hogwarts; they don't do much business after the students are gone."

"Okay," said Ron, convinced. They reached the carriages and climbed into the nearest one.

"She won't be able to find us," said Hermione. "How will she know what carriage we're in?"

"She'll find another one," said Ron, as the carriage began to move, "She's probably already in one."

* * *

The bartender glanced around the bar, and after deciding that everything was in order, her left and locked the door behind him. He should have cleaned the bathrooms, but he could always do it the next morning.

* * *

Ginny slowly washed her hands and wiped her wet fingers on her robes. Realizing that she was taking a long time, she quickly pushed the bathroom door open in a rush to get outside.

After emerging from the bathroom, she looked around the empty bar and was frightened by the silence and darkness.

Where was everybody?

She took a few cautious steps further into the darkness.

Suddenly, a movement to the left caught her eye. She froze, paralysed with fear. A cupboard door opened with a sharp creak, and a lean figure tumbled out and rolled across the floor.

He stood up slowly and brushed the dust off himself. Not thinking that he had company, he went along with his business. It wasn't until he had gotten two bottles of butterbeer from behind the bar that he became aware that he was not alone.

Ginny cleared her throat. Draco jumped and girlishly shrieked, dropping both bottles with a smash.

"Who's there?" he asked. The fear was evident in his voice.

Ginny was amused. "Why, if it isn't Draco Malfoy. What brings you to The Three Broomsticks after hours?"

"Ginny? Ginny Weasley?" He let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were the bartender!"

"That doesn't answer my question," she said. "Why are you here?"

"I… uh, I'm just getting… borrowing some butterbeer,"

Ginny snorted. "Borrowing?" she was slowly moving closer to Draco as she spoke.

"Well… I uh," He mumbled. "Hey! What are you doing here?"

"It was an accident," she explained. "I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, everything was locked up. I think we have to get out of here if we want to catch a carriage back to Hogwarts,"

By this time Ginny was almost next to Draco. He looked at her and swallowed hard. "A little too late for that, don't you think?" He said with a crackled voice. He looked at her from head to toe and swallowed again.

"What do you mean 'too late'? I was only in the bathroom for two seconds!" Ginny said uneasily.

"Speaking of bathroom … I'll be back in a second to hear you scream and shout about how you only took a minute." He slowly started to walk backwards toward the bathrooms and mumbled under his breath, "women".

Ginny gave him a rude look and just before he had disappeared into the men's bathroom Ginny yelled, "I'm a teen you fool!"

Ginny looked around in the darkness. She walked slowly over to the front door and yanked on the handle. It didn't budge. She tried again and again the door didn't even move an inch. She pulled out her wand and tried numerous spells but still the door remained locked. She shoved her wand back into her robes and took a seat at the bar waiting for Draco to come out.

What's taking him so long? She wondered. And he says that I took a long time! He's been like twelve minutes!

Ginny glanced in the direction of the bathrooms. Maybe I should go and see what's taking him so long… Could he have hurt himself? Is he that stupid? Well, yes, but that's beside the point…

Ginny gracefully slid from the bar stool and walked curiously over to the men's bathroom door. She pressed her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything.

"Draco? Draco, are you okay in there?"

She pushed the door open cautiously and peered in.

"What? What do you want!" he exclaimed. He was sitting on the bathroom counter with a look of concentration on his face.

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked tentatively.

"I'm… uh… thinking about how to get out of here…"

"Well, I think that I can be included in the conversation too, because the last time I checked, I was trapped in here as well!!!"

"Sorry," he said. "Did you… uh, try the door?"

"Yeah," she said sarcastically. "It opened, and that's why I'm standing here talking to you right now."

"Are you implying that you would have left without me?" he had a looked of feigned shock on his face.

Ginny rolled her eyes and left Draco confused and insulted in the bathroom.