Here's to hoping!
With no more tales of teachers' woes to speak of, we must return at last to the semblance of plot this story claims to possess.
Harry and Draco, joined at the mouth, were hurtling towards the ground at a continually increasing pace. Apparently unaware of their plight, or perhaps wanting to make the most of their last moments together, the boys stepped up the intensity of their kissing.
Snape and Trelawney watched silently as the erstwhile enemies struggled to drag their fall out for yet another chapter. Failing to do this, Harry and Draco finally reached the stage of the story as at the end of Chapter 2. Landing on a giant mound of bodies from the recent popularity of Tower Jumping, (A Fatally Fun Sport You Can Play With Your Friends!) they experienced some indescribable friction in a likewise indescribable place.
"Avert your eyes!" screamed Snape.
Trelawney, seeing an opening, grabbed Snape and pulled the not-greasy-but-shiny-haired man towards her. Snape looked up at her with tears in his eyes.
"It's so beautiful!" we whispered, awe-struck.
Trelawney snuck a glance over at our hot-some heroes. They had clambered off the unwashed pile of humanity that Draco felt was beneath him (in more ways that one) and were now walking hand-in-hand away from the extremely late sunset.
"I know," she whispered back.
Inside the castle, Dumbledore's eyes spontaneously combusted.