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The Secret Assignments

Chapter 2

Secret Assignment Headquarters

Alright, Ginny, just think of this as a super secret mission deep into the heart of an active volcano in which you have to recover...Harry's boxers. That's what I'd been telling myself since I'd received Game Master's 'assignment.' I really felt like a secret agent though, hugging the walls and peering around corners, ducking behind furniture and dodging wide open spaces. All that was missing was a theme song. Like 'da da DUH! Da da DUH! DUH DUH!'

I peeked around the armrest of the chair I was hiding behind – the common room was deserted, coast clear – and executed a fabulous somersault that brought me to the foot of the boys' staircase.

Okay, so maybe I was going a bit overboard, but this secret assignment from the sadistic Game Master called for the utmost caution and planning. It was Thursday night, just under twenty-four hours to the deadline Hermy had set – time to get this horrible endeavor over with so that I could get to the planning of my revenge. Everyone in Gryffindor tower was at dinner in the Great Hall. I had to sacrifice yummy pumpkin pie for this assignment and my stomach was reminding me regularly of its abysmal emptiness.

I started climbing the stairs – carefully, one at a time. By the time I made it to the sixth year boys' dorm, my nerves were totally wired. I turned my head to the left; turned my head to the right. I slowly lifted my arm and let my hand hover over the brass doorknob. I checked to my left again; checked to my right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Not only was I stalling, but I was also making myself dizzy. I took a deep breath and turned the knob.

The hinges of the door creaked ominously as I poked my head inside. The dorm was incredibly messy, disgustingly so, but it was otherwise unoccupied. I slipped inside and shut the door quietly behind me, leaning against it as I surveyed my surroundings in search of Harry's bed.

There were some muggle posters over the bed closest to me – Dean's. The one with the Chudley Cannons paraphernalia was obviously Ron's. Neville's was the one with a plant on the nightstand. That left Harry's and Seamus', but whose was whose? Well, I doubted Harry's favorite Quidditch team was the Ballycastle Bats, so that left the one over by the window.

I knelt down in front of the trunk at the foot of the four-poster and unlatched the two clasps. Lifting it up carefully, I was glad to note that at least Harry's trunk was relatively organized. It made my job all the more easy. His clothes were stacked right on top. I only had to pull out his school uniform and then bingo: a pair of dark green boxers with little Snitches on them. I managed to replace his uniform and shut the lid of the trunk before I dissolved into what can only be described as giddy giggles. It was too cute, Harry actually having Snitch-themed boxers.

The fact that it had all been going so well so far should have had me on high alert. Unfortunately, my guard was completely shattered the moment I caught sight of those boxers. I shouldn't have been so surprised when an all too familiar voice asked confusedly, "Ginny?" But I was, not to mention astronomically embarrassed. This would be the part where the 'DUN DUN DUN' came in.

I stood and spun around quickly to face Harry, keeping the boxers behind my back. He didn't have his glasses on, I noted with much relief. Of course, he didn't have much else on either, just a towel. He must have just gotten out of the shower because his hair was wet and sticking to his face. A drop of water began rolling down his neck, then down his chest. Sweet Merlin, was he ripped. Harry, have you been working out? Why yes, Ginny, I have. So good of you to notice.

"What are you doing in here?" Harry asked, squinting at me while looking quite befuddled. Probably the worst thing about having red hair, besides the fact that it clashes with almost everything, is that when a redhead blushes, his or her head remarkably resembles a giant fireball. Currently, I imagined I could be named queen of the fireball head.

"Er," I began articulately, "I was, uh, just looking for, um, Ron. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find him, would you?" That was a perfectly believable excuse for being in the boys' dorm, in my opinion.

"He's probably still at dinner," he said, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Dinner? Of course," I exclaimed, slapping my forehead and throwing a sheepish grin at Harry as I inched backwards toward the door. "How silly of me, that should have been the first place I checked. Well, uh, sorry to barge in like this. I'll just leave you to…get dressed." By now I had reached the door and was searching for the handle frantically. Finally finding it, I twisted the knob and spun out of the room with a quick, "Toodles."

The second I had slammed the door shut, I bolted for the sanctity of my own dorm. Sitting on my bed, I folded my legs under me and laid out the spoils of my plunder. I took a deep breath and tried to slow down my breathing. Hermione was going to pay dearly for this. Although, getting to see Harry in just a towel was well worth it. Plus, I could now easily picture him in the Snitch boxers. This sent me into another giddy giggle fit.

Then the door burst open and my roommates entered, nearly giving me a heart attack. I stuffed the boxers under my pillow, said a quick "Hi, bye" to them, and fled for the kitchens. My eyes may have been full from all the eye-candy Harry provided, but my stomach was still protesting its lack of sustenance.

Thankfully, I didn't have to skip dinner on Friday night. Hermy hadn't specified what time to meet at the Room of Requirement, but when I popped into the Great Hall and saw her eating happily, I took that to mean that we would be meeting after dinner. There wasn't any pumpkin pie though, which was a great injustice.

Hermione excused herself from the table about twenty minutes later and looked over to Parvati and Lavender, who stood as well. They left the Hall, Hermy a few steps ahead of them. I looked over to the Ravenclaw table and spotted Luna. She was reading something, totally oblivious to the rest of the world. A well-aimed charm that knocked over her drink quickly rectified the situation. I lifted my eyebrows when she finally looked over at me and nodded my head - quite inconspicuously for I was a master secret agent, trained in the arts of stealth and secrecy – toward the doors. We quickly stood and rendezvoused out in corridor.

"I'll meet you there," Luna said, "I've got to stop by my dorm first." I nodded and headed for the stairs. I assumed she had to go back to get whatever it was Hermy had made her go after. My assignment was tucked securely in my rucksack, which was slung over my shoulder. By the time I reached the seventh floor, Hermy was waiting with the door open, smiling and, oddly enough, humming to herself. My vision narrowed and had I had the ability, I would have growled ferociously at her. How dare she be so cheerful after what I had to go through because of her?

I stomped into the room, flung down my bag, and dropped onto the plush couch that was against the far wall. The room was cozy, filled with fluffy pillows and cushions. There was a small circular table in the middle with a lamp sitting on it. Parvati and Lavender were lounging comfortably on piles of brightly colored pillows.

The door suddenly closed and I looked over to see Luna coming over to sit on the couch and Hermione leaning against the door. "Welcome to the Secret Assignment Headquarters," Hermy began, "If you would, please place the items you were requested to bring with you onto the table."

Luna pulled out a case of butterbeer and set it down, instantly rising questions from Parvati. Luna just smiled when she was inquired about how she'd gotten a hold of the drinks. I never should have shown her that secret passage into Hogsmeade. Come to think of it, Fred and George should have never shown me that secret passage into Hogsmeade. Lavender pulled a camera from her bag and put in on the table while Parvati pulled out what looked like a miniature treasure chest.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked when I didn't move. Not only had my vision narrowed again, but I was now only capable of seeing red. I had to nick Harry's boxers, but all they had to do was go shopping? Calm down, Gin. Maybe they had to nick them from someone. Yes, that would be perfectly understandable.

"Where'd you get this stuff?" I asked as calmly as I could manage.

Parvati quirked an eyebrow and replied, "I've had this old chest sitting in my trunk for ages. It was a present from my Grams. Never had a use for it until now, really."

"I got this camera for my birthday about a month ago," Lavender supplied perplexedly.

My eye had developed a noticeable twitch. Hermione pulled out her wand and with a quick swish, flick, and "Expellieramus," she had disarmed me. I was still quite capable of strangling her though.

"What's up with you, Ginny?" Parvati asked, backing away.

"All they had to do was search their trunks from some stuff, and I had to bloody well nick Harry's boxers?" I shouted indignantly as I shot up off the couch (which I was reluctant to do because it was one of those couches that you just sink right into) and threw my bag on the table. Lavender and Parvati gasped then dissolved into giggles, something they seemed quite prone to doing, while Luna and Hermione tried to hide their smiles behind their hands.

"Don't worry; you'll have plenty of time to exact your just revenge. By the way, how did it go? Harry hasn't said a word all day, did he catch you?" Hermione asked conversationally as she tried to keep a straight face. Her mouth kept twitching though, so it didn't really work. I huffed and I puffed and all they did was laugh at me. Soon they would all pay. (Insert a maniacal laugh.)

"Let's see them, then," Lavender urged through her giggles. Before I could get back my bag, though, Parvati had pulled them out. The second I saw them my anger dissipated. They were just too cute. It was at this point that there was gut-busting laughter in bounds.

"Are those really Harry's?" Parvati asked incredulously in between guffaws. I could only nod back vigorously, I was laughing so hard.

"Perfect," Hermy gasped when the laughter had subsided for the most part. She picked up the camera and looked to Lavender, "It's one of those instant developing ones, right?" At Lavender's nod, she grinned and snapped a picture of the boxers that were now lying on the table. It popped right out of the camera and Hermy placed it inside the chest. Shutting the clasp, she turned back to us and explained, "Evidence, such as a photo, will be required for certain assignments and will be kept inside this chest. We'll meet here every Friday night just after dinner unless we are otherwise occupied," I snorted at this point, which in turn set off the Great Giggling Duo. "Tonight, we'll celebrate the Mad Hatter's successful theft of these most interesting boxers," with that, the butterbeers were passed around and clanged together in a toast.

"You're putting those back in his room, I hope you know," I told Hermione after taking a quick swig of the delightful drink.

"I will, so long as you spill what happened to make Harry clam up," she said with a sickly sweet smile. Oh, you are so going to pay.

Ginny's Super Secret Journal

September 5, 1996

Dearest Journal who is my only friend,

Just got back from the S.A. meeting. Words cannot describe just how much I loathe Hermy right now. On the bright side, I have thought of my revenge.

To: Game Master

From: Mad Hatter

Assignment: I hear from my brother that you have a test coming up in Potions. Your assignment, dear Game Master, is to not score full marks. Good luck!

Deadline: Bring the test paper to HQ as soon as you get it back.

Take that, Miss Smarty Pants! Unfortunately, I just got an assignment from Lavender.

To: Mad Hatter

From: Shaniqua

Assignment: Since you're so adept in the art of thievery, I need you to grab a couple items from Snape's personal potions store: powdered horn of a bicorn and shredded skin of a boomslang. Thanks oodles!

Deadline: I'd like to have them by Sunday. If there's a problem with that, you know where to find me.

Well, at least this'll be an easy one, right? (Note the sarcasm.)

A/N: And that's the end of chapter dos. I'm trying to decide whether or not I should switch POVs, like between the five of them, you know? As always, tell me what you think in a review, and if you have any suggestions for assignments, they would be greatly appreciated!

-Phaerie

P.S. Anybody know what potion those two ingredients are for?

B/N: Howdy! I'm very hyper…well sort of anyways. Ummmm…. No idea what to say. Sorry if I missed any mistakes, I'm only so good at grammar. It's not exactly my best subject. But anyways I want to go do other stuff now so I'm going to. Tah.

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