"Harry," Hermione's voice whispered weakly on the other side of Harry.
"Who's there?" Ron asked, not bothering to keep his voice down.
"Who are you?" the voice asked.
It was too dark to see anybody. Harry turned to his left.
"On the count of three, run," Harry whispered into Hermione's ear. "Tell Ron."
He could hear Hermione turning toward Ron, and whispering something indistinct in his ear.
"THREE!" Harry shouted, forgetting the other two numbers. "RUN!"
And Harry ran, ran blindly as fast as his legs would allow, and heard footsteps racing behind him.
"LIBRARY!" Harry shouted, praying desperately that Hermione and Ron would get the hint.
They did. Harry burst into the library, Ron and Hermione following the suit. Ron slammed the door behind them, and slumped to the ground, breathing heavily. Harry's lungs were screaming for air.
"I—thought—we—were—dead—for—sure," Harry panted.
Hermione had already caught her breath.
"We could spend the night here," Hermione said, taking control. "That. Was. Close," she added as an afterthought.
"I never knew that, Hermione, thanks a lot for informing us," Ron said sarcastically.
"Lumos," Hermione whispered.
Her wand instantly lighted. Shadows of rows and rows of books menacingly engulfed her. She slowly walked to a table and sat down on a chair. She heard Harry and Ron lighting their wands. They grabbed the chairs in front of her.
"Well, 'night everyone!" Ron said cheerily, yawning hugely.
"Good night yourself," Hermione said grumpily. She turned to Harry. "Honestly, I don't see how Ron can fall asleep..."
Hermione voice faltered, seeing Harry's face buried in his arms, fast asleep.
"Honestly!"
She grabbed both of the boys' wands and put their lights out.
"I think I'll read a little before I go to sleep," she said happily. "There's no better place to be than the library!"
Hermione grabbed thirteen heavy books, and fell asleep in the middle of reading that last one.