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Chapter Three: 60 Points and a Confession

If I had to make a personal add…this is what it would be:

Single female witch, looking for hot sex god, who has the same amount as personal skills as interpersonal. Enjoys reading, and long hot nights.

But, its not as if I was ever considering writing one. I mean, I do have a boyfriend. That is if you can consider him a boyfriend. I mean, he is a boy…and a friend. My friend for what, seven long, long years? So what is he, my 'boyfriend', lover, friend who I occasionally kiss…? Oh, here I go again! But who can blame me, its not every day you are put into this kind of predicament.

Don't get me wrong, I like Ron, really, I do. But I don't think I like him enough to have that kind of relationship with him. I wanted that kind of relationship two years ago. But now that time has passed, there is nothing I want more then to have his blasting tongue out of my mouth!

We have kissed seventeen times in the past two weeks. SEVENTEEN. ARGH. BLOODY HELL. All I want to do is scream! He can do great things with his tongue, like, he rolls it in my mouth…I enjoy kissing him, although public displays of affection aren't really my forte.

And tonight, he started feeling me up. And its not as if I could say no, he is my 'friend who I kiss twice a day' (otherwise known as my boyfriend). So, there we were, in the Astronomy Tower, his tongue was in my mouth and his busy hands were down my shirt. Now I know what they mean when people say, 'keep your hands to yourself!'

His hands were roaming under my black (lacy) bra – courtesy of my mother. And who happens to walk in on us, none other then Professor Severus Snape. Life just cant get any better for me, can it?

Can you just picture it? Ron's tongue rapping my mouth, and Snape walking in with a face that said, 'I would rather be fucking a werewolf then be witnessing this'. His face twitched with anger when Ron and I had detangled ourselves.

"Do I even need to say how many points are being taken away from Gryffindor for this offence?" Snape drawled

"55?" I asked.

"60" He replied "now, get out of my sight before I cut off your hands Weasley for this offence. If I ever find you here again Weasley, I will cut off something else"

Once Ron and I were back in the common room, huffing and out of breath I managed to get out, "that wasn't the first time he caught you in there, was it?"

"Umm…no"

"Ok" I said wearily "who was the last person he caught you in there with"

Ron's face then went the colour of his hair.

"Lavender, Parvati, Pansy and…Harry"

"I see…" I managed to say "well, I'll see you in the morning Ronald"

I then walked out of the Gryffindor common room and started to walk down the corridors to the Heads rooms.

Well…Ron had been a very busy boy in Hogwarts recently. Then it hit me! I am 2nd…3rd…4th…5th best. So that means I was never his first option. I was his 5th. His 5th option. I'm not that ugly…am I? Wow, my self confidence had to have skyrocketed at that moment in time. So, now that Ron had defined his preferences, what was I to do? Carry on this relationship with him? Well, it wasn't as if he was cheating on me. Therefore, I had no reason to dump him. Although, why was it that I had the wish that he could slip up?

And then at three am that morning, I jumped up from my sleep. "Oh my god!" I basically screamed, "Ron is bisexual!"

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