Agent V
Chapter Two
Warning about language, sex, violence, all the good stuff.
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Ginny was yawning making her way to yet another late night S.P. meeting. When she got to the office, Snake, the senior S.P. Hogwarts agent, was rolling and unrolling a piece of parchment listlessly. In a former life she would have called him Malfoy.
"Red," Her partner acknowledged her as she went behind a screen to change into her uniform.
She tugged on her bootlaces. "Where are Ducky and Ringo with the Greens?" What bothered her most about this particular meeting was that she had to sit here listening to her partner act pompous instead of go to bed and dream about him doing things to her that would make bunnies blush.
"They sparked about five minutes ago from the quidditch field."
"That puts them, what, minus ten minutes?"
"Something like that."
They sat silently for a while. Three years as partners had made them comfortable friends. Well, at the moment, Ginny was an uncomfortable friend.
"So what did you do last night?" Subtlety was the key to being an excellent secret agent.
"Classified."
"I'm your partner."
"I'm your superior."
"Come on, Snake."
"You really want to know?" He looked a little suggestive. Maybe she wasn't crazy, and he really was visiting her in her dreams. "I jacked off in the shower, did my homework, and went to bed."
"I envy your life."
"You wanted to know." He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair. "Where the hell are Ducky and Ringo?"
"Minus five minutes." She yawned again. "Let's just make the Greens stay here overnight. We'll do initiation tomorrow."
"We really ought to have some professionalism, Agent V."
Ginny sat down in his visitor chair, putting her feet up on the desk. "Well, excuse me, Snake, but I remember a certain agent who pinched my ass at every possible moment during my initiation period."
"That was conditioning to work under stress."
"That was an ass man working under my dress."
He rolled his eyes and pushed her feet off of his desk calendar. "Have you considered compiling some of that poetry, because, really, I could find another partner."
Agent V examined her nails. "How come I don't get a desk?"
"Because I'm the only one with a desk." He caught her pout and conceded. "You can have that bit if you'd like."
"But it has someone's feet all over it."
"For your sake I pray those Greens get here soon."
There were three knocks followed by two on the trap door in the floor. Agent D raised an eyebrow at Ginny and nodded at the door. She bent over, exaggeratedly displaying her butt, and answering two knocks then three back. When four followed by one answered, she took up what looked like a straw from beside the door, stuck it in a chink in the woodwork, and blew. Two faint thuds, like bodies hitting a dirt floor, came from the other side of the door.
"We'll have Ringo and Ducky do for them when they get here," Snake said nonchalantly.
"My word this is getting boring." Ginny straightened out her uniform in a stray mirror. Hair tied back, black turtleneck, black fatigue pants, black boots. Nothing could be less flattering, except for the ski mask, and arm and waist utility packs she had to wear on mission.
"Got to look nice for those blindfolded kids."
"I do my best."
Voices started to come from the trap. "Aw, fuck, Ringo."
"I tripped."
"Be more fucking careful."
Three knocks, then two. Two knocks then three back. Three knocks then three. Two then two back.
"Seven travelers seek shelter."
"And what do they bring?" Ginny almost laughed as she wiggled her rear for Snake.
"A lantern, a frog, and five unwise investments."
She unlocked the trap, helping Ringo, a fifteen-year-old brown-haired brainer, and Ducky, the angriest nice guy ever, up. "Mission complete, Agent V."
The boys helped Ginny drag the blindfolded, bound, and gagged recruits up through the floor. Agent D lined them up, muttering 'obscurus' to change his voice. Ginny and the boys followed suit. No need to have the ones who weren't chosen recognizing voices.
"Kneel, people." When one was slow, he kicked her. "Kneel!"
"You don't know why you're here and I'm not going to tell you until I'm sure you're up for it. If you prove to me that you can follow orders, withstand a little hardship, and use your heads you might find out what this is all about. If not, tough shit. Lay down. Face down, kiddies, now!"
Ginny kind of hated doing these initiations. But they were necessary. If she hadn't been through this, she would have cracked on her first mission. She would have never understood the gravity of what she was taking on. So she marched the line with her partner, shouting and kicking those who weren't going fast enough. They had to learn how to be part of a team. They had to be broken down, then built back up. And in eight short weeks, one would be a keener person. She would have quicker responses and think more clearly under pressure, even though she would be cold, wet, and not allowed to sleep or eat for days. Then she would recite the rules:
'I will protect the secret of wizardry from the non-wizarding world, within and without the wizarding community, with my service and my life. I will follow Secret Protectorate orders without question. I will not fraternize with non-wizards unless given direct permission from a superior for the purpose of a mission. I will never divulge confidential Secret Protectorate information, including the fact of its existence to any non-agent. I pledge myself to the Secret Protectorate above gods, family, and friends.'
It was the pledge Ginny took three years before, and never broken. Not that it was easy. Agent D could just pretend he hated muggles out of pure bigotry, like his father had taught him. To a certain extent he did hate them. They were the ones who made the S.P. necessary, who created this life of secrecy and risking your life just to stay alive. And the muggle-lovers were the worst. Wizards who thought that if they educated the muggles, then everything would be okay. They didn't understand the unbridled hate that the unfamiliar could unleash in the world.
The S.P. was busy all the time stopping information from crossing the lines between the worlds. To silence those who thought they knew better. And every time the non-wizarding papers reported anything odd, it was a personal failure.
"Down, you fuck!" Ginny shouted, shoving someone's head into the floor with the heel of her boot. "Up! Up! Up!"
At the end of the night, Ducky and Ringo took the Greens back to their rooms and Red and Snake changed back into street clothes. Except for their boots. There was a sort of bond you had with your footwear when your life depended on it.
"You decent?" He asked. "Need to put my stuff up."
"Go ahead." Ginny pulled her shirt down. "I hate doing that to those kids."
"I know." Snake placed his perfectly folded uniform on a shelf, and transfigured it into a boring-looking book. "It's almost five-thirty in the morning."
"Yeah." Ginny yawned again.
"You must be totally shit-faced, you were tired when we started."
"You were knackered yourself. Want to have some coffee before breakfast, or will that hour of sleep do you any good?"
He jumped down through the trap door. "I'm going to bed."
"Ah," she tried to muster her self-esteem back. "Another date with the shower."
"Well, one of us ought to take one, Red." She took his hand as he helped her down out of sheer politeness. He'd seen her land twenty-foot jumps into tuck rolls.
"The only thing dirty about me is between my ears." They automatically fell into the same step. It was one less set of footfalls for the enemy to hear.
"What, need a hanky?"
"We are way too tired for this."
He put a hand on her shoulder. "You all right?"
She shrugged it off. "Of course. See you."
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Ginny had fooled herself into thinking that she would just stop by her dormitory, get changed into school clothes, then go to the Great Hall for some coffee. Then she decided to take a shower, which got her thinking about Snake, which made her think that an hour of sleep might not be a bad thing after all.
Agent D obviously had no idea what was going on, so what was the harm in having an overactive imagination? It wasn't like her double life was giving her any time to carry on a relationship. All the stupid guys thinking they could win her over with sensitivity. What Agent V, what Ginny wanted was a quick wit and a hard fuck, because she knew how fleeting all the rest of it could be.
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Author's Note: Not a whole lot happened, because, you know, I was establishing settings and characters. Something happened, but you aren't allowed to know what it is yet.
Chapter Two
Warning about language, sex, violence, all the good stuff.
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Ginny was yawning making her way to yet another late night S.P. meeting. When she got to the office, Snake, the senior S.P. Hogwarts agent, was rolling and unrolling a piece of parchment listlessly. In a former life she would have called him Malfoy.
"Red," Her partner acknowledged her as she went behind a screen to change into her uniform.
She tugged on her bootlaces. "Where are Ducky and Ringo with the Greens?" What bothered her most about this particular meeting was that she had to sit here listening to her partner act pompous instead of go to bed and dream about him doing things to her that would make bunnies blush.
"They sparked about five minutes ago from the quidditch field."
"That puts them, what, minus ten minutes?"
"Something like that."
They sat silently for a while. Three years as partners had made them comfortable friends. Well, at the moment, Ginny was an uncomfortable friend.
"So what did you do last night?" Subtlety was the key to being an excellent secret agent.
"Classified."
"I'm your partner."
"I'm your superior."
"Come on, Snake."
"You really want to know?" He looked a little suggestive. Maybe she wasn't crazy, and he really was visiting her in her dreams. "I jacked off in the shower, did my homework, and went to bed."
"I envy your life."
"You wanted to know." He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair. "Where the hell are Ducky and Ringo?"
"Minus five minutes." She yawned again. "Let's just make the Greens stay here overnight. We'll do initiation tomorrow."
"We really ought to have some professionalism, Agent V."
Ginny sat down in his visitor chair, putting her feet up on the desk. "Well, excuse me, Snake, but I remember a certain agent who pinched my ass at every possible moment during my initiation period."
"That was conditioning to work under stress."
"That was an ass man working under my dress."
He rolled his eyes and pushed her feet off of his desk calendar. "Have you considered compiling some of that poetry, because, really, I could find another partner."
Agent V examined her nails. "How come I don't get a desk?"
"Because I'm the only one with a desk." He caught her pout and conceded. "You can have that bit if you'd like."
"But it has someone's feet all over it."
"For your sake I pray those Greens get here soon."
There were three knocks followed by two on the trap door in the floor. Agent D raised an eyebrow at Ginny and nodded at the door. She bent over, exaggeratedly displaying her butt, and answering two knocks then three back. When four followed by one answered, she took up what looked like a straw from beside the door, stuck it in a chink in the woodwork, and blew. Two faint thuds, like bodies hitting a dirt floor, came from the other side of the door.
"We'll have Ringo and Ducky do for them when they get here," Snake said nonchalantly.
"My word this is getting boring." Ginny straightened out her uniform in a stray mirror. Hair tied back, black turtleneck, black fatigue pants, black boots. Nothing could be less flattering, except for the ski mask, and arm and waist utility packs she had to wear on mission.
"Got to look nice for those blindfolded kids."
"I do my best."
Voices started to come from the trap. "Aw, fuck, Ringo."
"I tripped."
"Be more fucking careful."
Three knocks, then two. Two knocks then three back. Three knocks then three. Two then two back.
"Seven travelers seek shelter."
"And what do they bring?" Ginny almost laughed as she wiggled her rear for Snake.
"A lantern, a frog, and five unwise investments."
She unlocked the trap, helping Ringo, a fifteen-year-old brown-haired brainer, and Ducky, the angriest nice guy ever, up. "Mission complete, Agent V."
The boys helped Ginny drag the blindfolded, bound, and gagged recruits up through the floor. Agent D lined them up, muttering 'obscurus' to change his voice. Ginny and the boys followed suit. No need to have the ones who weren't chosen recognizing voices.
"Kneel, people." When one was slow, he kicked her. "Kneel!"
"You don't know why you're here and I'm not going to tell you until I'm sure you're up for it. If you prove to me that you can follow orders, withstand a little hardship, and use your heads you might find out what this is all about. If not, tough shit. Lay down. Face down, kiddies, now!"
Ginny kind of hated doing these initiations. But they were necessary. If she hadn't been through this, she would have cracked on her first mission. She would have never understood the gravity of what she was taking on. So she marched the line with her partner, shouting and kicking those who weren't going fast enough. They had to learn how to be part of a team. They had to be broken down, then built back up. And in eight short weeks, one would be a keener person. She would have quicker responses and think more clearly under pressure, even though she would be cold, wet, and not allowed to sleep or eat for days. Then she would recite the rules:
'I will protect the secret of wizardry from the non-wizarding world, within and without the wizarding community, with my service and my life. I will follow Secret Protectorate orders without question. I will not fraternize with non-wizards unless given direct permission from a superior for the purpose of a mission. I will never divulge confidential Secret Protectorate information, including the fact of its existence to any non-agent. I pledge myself to the Secret Protectorate above gods, family, and friends.'
It was the pledge Ginny took three years before, and never broken. Not that it was easy. Agent D could just pretend he hated muggles out of pure bigotry, like his father had taught him. To a certain extent he did hate them. They were the ones who made the S.P. necessary, who created this life of secrecy and risking your life just to stay alive. And the muggle-lovers were the worst. Wizards who thought that if they educated the muggles, then everything would be okay. They didn't understand the unbridled hate that the unfamiliar could unleash in the world.
The S.P. was busy all the time stopping information from crossing the lines between the worlds. To silence those who thought they knew better. And every time the non-wizarding papers reported anything odd, it was a personal failure.
"Down, you fuck!" Ginny shouted, shoving someone's head into the floor with the heel of her boot. "Up! Up! Up!"
At the end of the night, Ducky and Ringo took the Greens back to their rooms and Red and Snake changed back into street clothes. Except for their boots. There was a sort of bond you had with your footwear when your life depended on it.
"You decent?" He asked. "Need to put my stuff up."
"Go ahead." Ginny pulled her shirt down. "I hate doing that to those kids."
"I know." Snake placed his perfectly folded uniform on a shelf, and transfigured it into a boring-looking book. "It's almost five-thirty in the morning."
"Yeah." Ginny yawned again.
"You must be totally shit-faced, you were tired when we started."
"You were knackered yourself. Want to have some coffee before breakfast, or will that hour of sleep do you any good?"
He jumped down through the trap door. "I'm going to bed."
"Ah," she tried to muster her self-esteem back. "Another date with the shower."
"Well, one of us ought to take one, Red." She took his hand as he helped her down out of sheer politeness. He'd seen her land twenty-foot jumps into tuck rolls.
"The only thing dirty about me is between my ears." They automatically fell into the same step. It was one less set of footfalls for the enemy to hear.
"What, need a hanky?"
"We are way too tired for this."
He put a hand on her shoulder. "You all right?"
She shrugged it off. "Of course. See you."
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Ginny had fooled herself into thinking that she would just stop by her dormitory, get changed into school clothes, then go to the Great Hall for some coffee. Then she decided to take a shower, which got her thinking about Snake, which made her think that an hour of sleep might not be a bad thing after all.
Agent D obviously had no idea what was going on, so what was the harm in having an overactive imagination? It wasn't like her double life was giving her any time to carry on a relationship. All the stupid guys thinking they could win her over with sensitivity. What Agent V, what Ginny wanted was a quick wit and a hard fuck, because she knew how fleeting all the rest of it could be.
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Author's Note: Not a whole lot happened, because, you know, I was establishing settings and characters. Something happened, but you aren't allowed to know what it is yet.
