"Run!" Hermione screamed as she rushed past Harry and Ron. Looking a bit bewildered, they followed her at a jogger's pace. Harry quickly glanced over his shoulder and something caught his eye. A crocodile skin bag, clutched by a hand with five long crimson-colored nails. Something about those nails was very familiar… The thought came to him in a flash and he stopped so suddenly that Ron ran into his back, knocking them both to the ground.
"Next time remind me to run next to you." Ron mumbled as he stood up. "Why'd you stop anyway?"
"I found out what we were running from. Or should I say 'who.'"
"Well then…?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Rita Skeeter." Harry said quietly.
"What!" Ron said loudly.
"Rita Skeeter. We're running from Rita Skeeter." Harry said again. "Look…" He pointed to where Rita had stood, but it wasn't Rita that he was pointing at. It was Hermione.
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison.
She stared at them with an odd grin on her face. Then she began to sing: Run, run, run, as fast as you can. You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!" Suddenly, she began to throw coconuts at Harry and Ron.
"Ow! Hermione! Stop! Ouch!" they yelled.
"Ow!"