Hi... yeah, I'm quite the chatter box, can you tell? Sry about taking so long to update, comp. went on the fritz. It just needed a good kick.

A red eyed Hermione walked with Ron to the dungeons, "I'm sorry I got you into this, Hermione."

"It's okay Ron, besides, it's not all because of the detention that I'm upset… it was just..." She trailed off.

"Yes?"

"Well, I'm not used to any teacher speaking so coldly to me. Snape has been awful…especially this year"

"He's a slimy git, don't pay attention to him. The only way to impress him is to either not wash your hair for the rest of your life or bleach it so bright that people go blind by looking at it."

Hermione smiled at this and looked out the archways onto the grounds, the forest was as dark as usual, but the simple tree's that had been planted, most likely by Hagrid, were a mixture of auburn and canary yellow leafs; gently floating down to touch the ground.

Enchanted rakes, worked busily upon this mosaic of color, scooping the leaves into giant piles, which Fred and George would probably jump into if they had not left the school…

Hermione shivered as they went lower and lower down the staircase into the dungeons and as they stood outside the door.

"And though I walk in the valley of death; I shall fear no evil." Ron muttered and opened the door by a crack.

Then quickly shut it…both pressed their backs against he door, staring ahead.

"Hermione..."

"Ron…"

"Please do not tell me that I saw... what I think I saw…"

"I saw it too…" They both turned and opened the door a bit once more.

Snape and Twerlanny were… kissing? And from the look of things, they weren't planning on stopping any time soon.

Ron and Hermione went up the staircase halfway and sat down. Ron stared in horror at the wooden door, "I'm scarred for life."

Hermione doing the same turned to Ron, "And I'm not?" She shook her head, "Two of my least favorite teachers…" She could not bring herself to say the words.

"Snogging." Ron stated simply

"Oh, Ron that's such a crude word."

"Crude is a crude word, what does it mean anywa-" He was interrupted by a moan from the room.

"Let's go to lunch."

"My thoughts exactly," they both ran up the staircase.

"I thought you two had detention."

"Well we ...do but um…"

"You see…" Poor Hermione and Ron tried to say it.

"We'll tell you later in the common room."

Harry stared at them, "Okay… so are you two hungry?"

"NO!"

A little surprise out there for you all who have tolerated this poor excuse of a fic up to chapter 3. I am by no means Snape/Trelawny shipper, but thought it would be kind of funny. If not disturbing.

So please review!
The comma nazi strikes again, "Still no comma for you!"