Ron froze in terror not willing to turn around, Harry stopped chewing and almost choked. Ron slapped him on the back and he swallowed, with an undignified burp. "Ppppp...professor we...we...were just...um...ah...I...help." Ron stuttered out, as a few tremors ran threw his body. Snape eyed the silent Potter, still trying to breath after choking. Then the stuttering, coward, Wesley. He sighed and put his hands on his hips. His mind reeled at the potential punishments, but a more sinister thought came to mind. Harry watched, as the potion's master brain went into evil overdrive. "Well since I'm in a sporting mood tonight I will give you a chance to avoid detention and hundred points taken from your house, each!" He purred as glided closer to pair. "wha...wha...what...do... we... we... have... to... do...si...si...sir?" Ron fumbled. "First, you will quit that irritating stuttering, it is unsuitable of a man, plus it's giving me a headache. Now, what do you say to a little bet? Hmmm? If I win then you will serve detention for me for the rest of the year, and I will take your house points. If you win, there will be no punishment, and I suppose you can throw in something for yourselves to keep this interesting." Snape dictated in his classic sarcastic tone. He looked down and them as though waiting. Ron turned to Harry in fright as they huddled together to make a plan.