(A/N: I decided to use Ron's full name, Ronnald, here. I feel it's more dignified and he's already pretty dumb anyway. Just IMO tho LOL.)

FLASHBACK:

Hermione, Ronnald, and Harry creapt down the extremely dim hallway. "OK gang, tonight's the night." whispered Harry. "We'll get that prat Draco for charming Shamus." They continued to creap down the hall. Suddenly a loud noise stopped them. Suddenly, a large, greasy, hooked, face appeared in front of them.

"I don't think he can see us under this Invisihibillity Cloak."

"Oh, no Potter, I can!" revealed Snape.

"Bloody hell!" yelled Hermone, Ronnald, and Harry.

Harry and Ronnald bolted back to the Griffindor room, leaving Hermoine petrified and exposed in the hall without their Cloak. Hermione began to quake.

"Ah, Grainger." smirked Snape.

"Uh...Proffessor!" said Hermione.

"Well, I think you need to learn a little lesson about being out late at night" said Snape nastiley. "Sometimes bad things can happen you know."

"What, are you saying?"

"Aren't you supposably smart, Grainger? I am saying, that I have certain needs" leared Snape.

"What? No, no way, Proffessor! I'm not even old enough! I'm only -"

"Oh, Grainger, I don't think you even have a choice. Do it, or that will be 20 points from Griffyndor."

"...No, please..."

"20 pints from Griffyndor!" snapped Snape, who appeared to be enjoying himself with great satisfication.

"No!" cried Hermione.

"Well, still you defie me" said Snape boredly. "That's fifty points from Griffyndor!"

"NO!" whaled Hermione.

"Lesson number one: Never decline sex, Grainger!" roared Snape "That's 100 points from Griffyndor!"

Hermoine broke at this point, and wept in defeat.

(A/N: TO BE CONTINUED muahahahaha!...)