Disclaimer: Everyone here except for three characters essential belong to JK Rowling and all associated companies. Severa is mine, Iphi is hers. Quirrell's ghost belongs to Normandie M. If you want to read more antics of Sev and Iphi, read Normandie M's Redemption (It's My Fault…) they are featured a bit in that fic.

In Class

Severa dashed through the hallways to meet Iphigenia in potions before the class began. She always used the back halls and stairs in order to avoid student traffic. She rounded the corner and suddenly felt very cold and she heard a yelp. Realisng that she just ran through a ghost, she turned around to apologise. To her delight, she found herself facing the ghost of the former DADA teacher, Professor Quirrell. "Oh Professor, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there," she gasped.

"Quite all right Miss Rimmer," he reassured her. She blushed at his remembering of her name. "But you have to be careful, you could break your neck if dash around stairs too much."

Severa smiled at him crookedly as she stretched herself seductively against the nearest wall. "Oh that would be a shame, wouldn't it? Unless of course I could always come back as a ghost, unfinished business and all that, and then we could have so much fun."

If ghosts could blush, Severa was certain that the former DADA professor would have turned an interesting shade of pink. "W-Well," he stammered, "no class is worth dying over to be there on time."

"Not when it's Potions," she admitted, "if you're late to Snape's class, you're as good as dead anyway."

"Well, run along then, and you will not be late." He said ever sensible.

She smiled and winked one last time before she made her way down to the dungeons. She was still early for class when she got there. Her and Iphigenia were always the first ones in the room. As it were, Iphi was sitting in their usual spot, reserving their place. The two girls sat in the same spot since their third year and discovered their mutual attraction to the Potions Master. It was the centre row and two seats back. They didn't want to sit dead front because they thought it would have been way too obvious.

So that's where Iphi sat. At Sev's entrance she looked up from her book. "Where have you been?" she snapped a little too loud and sudden. It even caused Professor Snape, who was copying ingredients onto the blackboard at the front of the room, to jump a bit.

He turned around and addressed the pair. "What did I tell you, two ladies?" He raised an eyebrow. "You may stay here all you like before class begins, but you must keep quiet!"

"Yes, Professor, sorry Professor," the both mumbled. Snape turned back to the board and continued making horrible scratching and scraping noises with the chalk.

Severa plunked her backpack down on the table next to Iphi's cauldron, and sat down. "So where were you?" Iphi whispered harshly. "You're five minutes late."

"I'm not late," the blonde protested, "we still have five minutes before class starts."

"Yes, but we always meet each other t the top of the stairs…"

"Blah, blah, blah. Sorry so much, it's just that I ran into to someone and chatted for a spell. No pun intended."

Iphi was suspicious. "You were talking to someone? Who, besides me, do you socially talk to you anti-social geek?"

"Well, Jake for one."

"He doesn't count. He's not a friend, he's a sex slave."

"Well if you absolutely have to know, I didn't so much run into to someone, but rather ran through him. So I thought it would be the polite thing to do to stop and apologize."

Iphi was beginning to carch on. Her eyes were narrowed as she continued with the interrogation. "A ghost, really? And which ghost, pray tell, was it?" Sev didn't reply. She just bit her lower lip, smiled, and turned a bit red in the face. "I should of known!" Sev, why do insist on flirting with Professor Quirrell's ghost? Sevvie, he's dead! It is a ghost," Iphi said slowly as to make Sev understand better. "I'd expect he's rather cold anyway."

Severa grinned wistfully. "Yeah, but you know me, Iph, I have a thing for cold men." She gave a meaningful glance in Snape's direction.

"Be that as it may, my friend, rumour has it that his interest lies with Professor Sinistra."

"I could always persuade him…"

"You are a slut, Sever a Rimmer," Iphi commented last before more students flowed in.

Potions class began.

Professor Snape finished writing the last of the day's potion ingredients, and turned towards the class. Sever a melted as his black gaze flicked over the students. Iphigenia sat straighter, wrapped in studious attention (not to mention other attentions). Sev could feel a shiver go up her spine as Snape began to instruct them on the potion in his rich, mesmerising voice. Iphi stared straight head in keen scholarlyness. She noticed Sev's pen furiously flying across her notebook paper. Good, she though, Finally she is taking into decent study practices. What Iphi didn't know was that Severa wasn't actually taking notes. After Snape finished and let them continue independently, Severa immediately stopped scribbling and immediately snapped her notebook shut before Iphi had the chance to check its contents.

AS the Duo prepped their cauldron, Severa picked up the conversation where they had left off. "I am not a slut. Being a slut involves engaging in sexual activities, and sadly, this is not the case." She gave a longing look towards the front of the room.

Iphi rolled her eyes. "That's because there are laws against teacher and student relationships, not to mention adults and minors!"

Sev's brow furrowed in thought. "There aren't any rules though involving ghosts are there?"

Iphi was sure there was, but didn't want to get into it just then. She looked at her friend and sighed. "Fine, you go off and pretend that you're Demi Moore and Quirrell's Patrick Swayze, while I can stay here and have Snape."

"The hell you will," Sev growled, "He's mine, and you know it."

"If he's that important to you, then why do you pursue Professor Quirrell?"

"Because I think he's cute, okay!? That's it, just cute! Because I find him attractive does not mean he means more to me than--" Sev stopped, finally realising that in her outburst she stood, and was screaming. Consequently, the entire room, including the teacher, was staring at her. She looked about her, eyes wide and mouth agape until she made eye contact with Snape.

"Do go on," Snape said, "You have everyone's attention now." She stayed silent. Snape tilted his head in an inquisitive manner causing a lock of his ebony hair to fall across his face. "No?" he stood up from his desk. "Miss Rimmer, Miss Lister, your conversations have disrupted my class for long enough. Gather your materials and wait in my office for class to end. Then, we are going to have a talk of our own."

Severa swallowed hard and looked at Iphi. The other girl had gone pale. Obediently, the girls collected their things. "Oh, thank you very much indeed," Iphi hissed. "What am I going to do? I've never been in trouble before and now my record will be tarnished," she whined.

Severa scowled. "Oh, shut up, Hermione."

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Chapter 3…In Snape's office

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