AN: Happy Birthday Deepshadows2! Artimis and Alexis belong to her and Eckostalker. Erica and Vicky belong to Mourn-today and Captainrose. I'm gonna post the second chapter when I've typed it up.

Disclaimer: And just for passing readers, I don't own Snape or Dumbledore, the area the story takes part in, and I haven't received any money.


Severus Snape paused in his writing. Gritting his teeth he dared to look up from his marking, and confirm his worst fear.

'Hiya!'

'Goodbye,' he growled in reply, as he pushed himself away from his desk and walked around it to face the white haired Gryffindor before him. Snape threw his quill on a small stack of books at his side and pointed towards the door.

'Out…I want you out now.'

'What? All of us?'

Snape felt his stomach drop as he followed his finger and finally registered the other three witches in the Potions Room. His jaw worked soundlessly as his mind raced through what things they might possibly have in store for him today.

Last week, he had been stranded in here with Lupin and the four girls. Artimis, an ebony haired witch, Alexis a white hared animagus and their two best friends (who each had an obsession for American Football), Erica and Vicky.

It had resulted in a most unpleasant game of truth or dare, and a hair-braided Potions Master.

'Yes, all of you. I want you out now.' Repeated Snape in a dangerously low voice.

'Yeah…'fraid we can't do that.'

'See, we're locked in again.'

'Sir,' said each of the girls in turn.

'You've got to be kidding me,' muttered Snape to any deity who may have bee listening.

'So…what d'ya wanna play this week?' Alexis shuffled closer to her Professor, who, in turn, shuffled further away.

'A brilliant game called detention.'

'Hey!' Alexis swatted at Snape's arm, earning herself a wrinkled nose, narrowed eyes and bared teeth.

'I do not require physical contact, thank you Miss Whyte, and even if I did, you would be the last person I'd ask.'

'Hey! Artimis! You're in with a chance Hun!'

Both Snape and Artimis blushed visibly.

'Ok, I have an idea,' said Vicky stepping forwards. 'Let's just play a simple Trivia Game.'

Snape snickered. 'Do you really thing that that is a game Miss Whyte can play? She still has enough trouble remembering what she learned in her first-year potions classes.'

'Only because you droned on and on and on and on and-'

'Shut up Miss Whyte, unless you actually want to be a charred pile of ash on the ground…in which case, your friends could clean up.' Snape added in an after thought.

'OK People!' Yelled Vicky before Alexis came up with an offensive comeback. 'Let's sit down…I think we all know from past experience how long it'll take before we can get out again…'

The three girls and the Potions Master mumbled in agreement as they sat on a combination of chairs and desks. Before he joined them, Severus picked a decent sized book up from his desk, time was bound to come to a stand-still if he had to play these girls games…things just never seemed to go well for him in their company.

'Come on! Hurry up! We wanna play!' Erica beckoned Snape over with and enthusiastic wave. The dark haired man grudgingly complied, taking his place on one of the front row desks, sitting cross legged.

'Now, Professor? Do you wanna ask a question first?' Artimis asked, trying to infuse some sense of fun into the brooding man.

Snape sighed, looking at each of the girls infront of him, instantly knowing who he was going to ask. Opening the book in his hands and beginning to read, he kept his face blank as he asked, 'Miss Whyte, name the seeker of the Montrose Magpies who died in 1942.'

Silence, just as he'd thought. Severus resisted the urge to look up into their shocked faces and continued to read Dangerous Dragons Of Denmark.

'You, you know about Quidditch?' Came a quiet voice nearly 5 minutes later.

'Yes of course I do Miss Callabella, I'm not completely devoid of sporting interests as most people would like to believe. Answer the question Miss Whyte.'

Alexis, for one of the rare times in her life, was speechless. She looked towards her friends who just shrugged, they didn't trace Quidditch back that far.

The white haired witch cringed slightly as she felt a magical tingle around her left foot, signaling that her shoe had disappeared. Quickly rearranging her robes, she hoped that Snape hadn't noticed…Today was her lucky day.

'I take it that you don't know the answer Miss Whyte,' droned Snape after not receiving an answer. 'You should have said Eunice Murray…continue with your game.' He waved a hand lazily to the girls who suddenly grinned with enthusiasm.

'Professor, this one's back to you! What did Artimis give Professor Dumbledore for Christmas this year?'

Severus scowled as his reading was disrupted. Again, he kept his eyes firmly focused on the page. 'How should I know?'

'If you don't know, you can guess Professor, come on, a guess couldn't hurt.'

OH YOU LIE! Laughed Artimis through their mind link. You sure we should do this? I mean we could get into big trouble.

Yeah, but I'm sure Dumbledore'd see the funny side in it!

'Wand polish.' Stated Snape in a bored tone.

'Nope, fluffy socks! Sorry Sir, but that's the wrong answer.'

Severus blocked out the girls' voice, opting for selective hearing, and narrowed his eyes as the girls began to giggle.

Why the giggling? What was so damn funny? Severus shook his head as he felt a slight tingling sensation around his left foot.

'Artimis, you're next!' Erica nudged Artimis playfully.

'OK Sir, what's Hermione Granger's Patronus?'

Snape frowned as he registered the fact that he had been asked a question twice in a row. 'A rabbit?' he asked snidely, flipping a page slowly and continuing to read about an incident two years ago in which a dragon chose her nesting area on top of Buckingham Palace.

'Wrong, it's an otter…Sir you really have to pay closer attention to you students.'

Severus shifted slightly as he felt that strange tingling feeling around his other foot. 'I pay adequate attention to my students, thank you Miss Barton.'

The young witch giggled at his address, and asked, 'Sir, do you know which one of us likes you?' A high squeak sounded and Erica was pushed off her desk by Artimis.

Snape raised an eyebrow. 'I have an idea.'

'Sir, we need a name…' prompted Vicky. The four girls waited in silence. Erica climbed back into her place.

'Artimis.'

Severus waited for the tingling sensation but it never came.

Vicky was next, 'Professor, do you know who likes Artimis?'

'No,' he replied, growing thoroughly bored with the bombardment of questions.

'Malfoy,' was the answer supplied to him.

And there was the tingling sensation again! This time it traveled away from his feet, up his legs, past his crotch and up around his waist. Still maintaining his stubborn belief that if he looked bored and didn't do anything to encourage the hyper behaviour he knew these girls were capable of he would be safe, Severus continued to read his book.

The four girls surrounding him giggled in a more obvious fashion.

'Probably laughing at my expense', thought Severus. How right he was.

The questions continued for a further three turns, getting two wrong didn't help Severus, as every time he did, the girls began laughing. He had also noticed that Artimis was becoming increasingly red in the face (when he'd snuck a glance) and he was becoming increasingly cold. Damn the school for its ancient heating systems.

'Sir, which of Ron Weasley's brother's is getting married?'

Severus grumbled something which sounded like, 'Bloody hell, not more of them,' He looked up at the girls, Charlie?'

The girls laughed out aloud this time, and Alexis choked out, 'No, it's Bill!' Before falling in line with her friends.

Severus finally lowered his book, placing it in his lap and settling his unimpressed glare on the girls before. There was the tingling sensation rising up his chest and back, wrapping around his torso and rendering him colder than before. Having had enough, Severus looked down, and shrieked in shock and unwelcome surprise.

He jumped up from the desk and screamed in anger. His shoes, outer robes, frock coat, pants and now his white shirt had disappeared, leaving only his grey underwear visible to four people he did not want to see them.

'Avert your eyes!' He screamed in anger, as he waved his book in the air. The four girls were now crying with laughter and Alexis and Vicky were now rolling on the floor.

'50 points from each of you! Merlin's beard! Avert your eyes I tell you!'

Now standing in the middle of his class, Severus realized just how much he was showing. He quickly scuttled over to his desk and lowered himself behind it, searching one of the drawers for his wand.

And then, just as his hand found the smooth wood, the supposedly locked door to his classroom opened, revealing the one person who would make his situation worse. Albus Dumbledore.

The old wizard looked from the hysterical girls on the floor, all in various stages of suffocation (from laughing), to the Potions Professor, standing stock still, a book in one hand and his wand in the other.

'Oh dear, looks like I've arrived at the wrong time,' he said calmly.

Severus trotted back around his desk, 'No Albus you haven't! I want these girls punished for what they've done to me!'

This was apparently the wrong answer, as he became subject to multiple stares from the other residents of the room. Severus looked down and hollered in terror as his underwear began to glow a golden colour. It began to fade.

'ARGGHHH!' Severus screamed. He quickly shoved Dangerous Dragons Of Denmark down infront of his quickly disappearing underwear and edged over to the entrance of his office, which in turn, led to his dorms.

'You just wait! Wait until I return, then we'll see whose laughing!'

The Head Master and the four students watched in interest as the Potions Professor jammed his wand in his mouth and opened the door.

'You'll see!' He screamed one last time before disappearing from sight.

The four girls turned to face Dumbledore who had an amused expression on his face.

'What an interesting game…maybe next time you play, you'd be kind enough to invite some of the other staff!'

The girls merely nodded. 'Oh! And that reminds me, Professor Trelawney may be arriving down here soon to give Severus his weekly warning of death and destruction. Nothing to worry about, but it's best to know when she's about to appear.'

Dumbledore offered the girls a smile before turning to leave. 'Oh, and I don't want any of you to leave before Severus comes back out of that room.'

As if right on cue, a scream sounded from somewhere beyond the walls.


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