A/N: Well enjoy. please r/r! Thanks!

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"I hate the library! You know that." Ron whined. He picked up a quill, set it on the edge of the table, hit the end hanging of the edge, and watched it going flying ten feet away.

"Well if you had just listened to me and done your essay last week and not the day before it's due, we wouldn't have to be here, now would we?" Hermione looked up from her book, and raised her eyebrows at Ron.

"Quit nagging will you?" Hermione just scowled at this and went back to highlighting her Potions notes. Ron got up, picked up his quill, and went back to the table.

"Look, Hermione, I understand you came down to help Ron but why did I have to come? I finished my essay last night." Harry said, around the house he made out of books. Hermione had found it quite cute- until she saw the people made out of parchment inside. After that she found it to just be disturbing. Harry stood his ground and still declared himself an architectural genius.

"You may be my best mate," Ron said, counting words in his essay, "but if I'm going down, I'm dragging you with me."

"Thanks. Nice to know I have such caring friends."

" No problem." Ron saluted Harry without looking up. Hermione rolled her eyes at the two of them. "Damn! I'm still twenty-one words short." Ron looked up, glanced at Hermione, shook his head, then turned to Harry. "Harry? Have I told you how much you mean to me lately?"

"What do you want?"

Ron dropped the charade. "Just your essay. I'm all out of ideas and I need twenty-one words."

"After you swear to bring me down with you, you want me to give you my essay? I am appalled!" Harry slowly started taking his house down, "Besides, I left it in the dorm."

Ron turned to Hermione, but before he could say anything, she spoke first. "No Ron. How will you ever learn that way? If I keep giving you the answers, I'll only be making it harder for you to-"

"I know, I know. You'll only be making it harder for me to 'succeed in life.'" Ron picked up one of the books abandoned by Harry and started leafing through it saying things like "Oh I could use this," or "No, this won't work,".

Harry looked thoughtfully at the stack of books in front of him. "What do you think? City Hall? Or a dome?" He looked around at Hermione and Ron.

"Harry. Your scaring me now." Hermione said gently. Harry made a face and started piling books again. After a few moments of silence, in which Ron actually worked, Hermione went over her notes, and Harry made book-buildings, Ron finally declared he was done.

"Great! Let's go!" Harry sprang up, and both him and Ron ,managed to make it around the corner before Hermione had a chance to stop them.

"Oh no you don't!" She jumped up and ran after the two boys. She was able to grab hold of the back of their robes, and drag them back to the table. "You two are helping me clean this mess up! Harry you can put away that heap of books-"

" Dance hall, thank you very much!" Harry interjected.

"Fine. You clean up the dance hall. Put the books back on the shelf where they belong. Ron, you put this book back, and clean up this parchment. I'll clean up my notes." Hermione let them go and started to organize her notes in her bag.

"Is it just me," Ron whispered as he and Harry picked up books and returned them to shelves, "or does Hermione get closer and closer to becoming McGonagall each day?"

Harry gave a shudder, "Imagine. Being best friends with a McGonagall clone."

Ron paused, reflecting on this for a moment, then answered with, "Some things should never be joked about.". Harry nodded solemnly, and set to work. About twenty minutes later everything was clean, and Ron and Harry were beyond impatient.

"Let's go!"

"Fine, fine." Hermione gave her bag one last look-through, then started walking to the front of the library. Harry and Ron gladly followed. They were in the middle of a heated Quidditch conversation, and didn't hear Hermione the first time.

" Oh, come on!" Hermione practically yelled this out, so it was hard for the other two boys not to notice.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, "What's wrong?"

"Deep breaths." Ron added.

Hermione gave Ron an annoyed look and pulled on the door that was the only exit out of the library. It didn't budge. "That's what's wrong."

Ron shot forward, practically knocking Hermione down, and tugged on the door. It remained close. "What the-"

"Ron!" Hermione warned. Harry ignored them and snuck a peek at Hermione's watch.

"Of course!" Harry moaned, leaning against a wall. "It's after nine. The library closes after curfew!"

"Well open the door!" Ron said, "Hermione, do that un-locky thing."

"Un-locky thing?" Hermione gave Ron one of her many looks.

"Yes." Ron replied firmly. "Just do it."

Hermione threw her hands up, exasperated. "Honestly, Ron, do you ever pay attention to your surroundings? New charms have been put up on this door, so it won't open. There were too many students sneaking down here to steal books, or go in the restricted section. They had to."

"So," Harry said slowly, "You mean, we won't be able to open this door. At least not until tomorrow morning?"

Hermione nodded.

"Tomorrow morning? Morning? We're stuck here, in the library, all night?" Harry and Hermione's silence confirmed Ron's suspicions, "Dear God! This can't possibly get worse!"

"Oh," a voice said, coming from behind a shelf on the trio's right, "I wouldn't say that if I were you." With that said, out of the shadows stepped Draco Malfoy.