Draco pulled his cloak closer and held his wand tight in his hand as he left the bathroom. The hallway looked as ordinary as ever and when he glanced around the bar he saw Ron and Hermione leaving through the door in front of him. Weasley held the door open for an exceedingly long time, letting the snow flurries pile in and swirl around on the floor. Madame Rosmerta growled and ushered him out with a flick of a crusty old tea towel.