Alright…get all you anger out at me know for my utter and total lack of updates for everyone…………..Ok, do you feel better? Thank you for sticking with me. I was in lala land as far as how to proceed with this story. I know have a few ideas kicking around in my brain. I hope you all forgive me…..

Aloha

He knew in his mind, something was up. He wasn't the most intelligent (according to some) or the cleverest wizard (by popular opinion) for nothing. The staff room was just as ripe with the gossip about a particular group of seventh years as the Great Hall had been. He himself had placed a bet on when Miss Granger and Mister Weasley would finally publicly look at one another as more than friends. He knew what their true feelings had been for one another for years. As it turns out, he was off by a few days, so Professor Flickwick ended up the winner, taking a nice size pouch of galleons with himself to his first charms class for the day. Now as he walked to corridors after the last classes for the day had ended, he was certain he had figured out most of what they were planning. He smiled to himself. Just then, two of members of the group in question appeared around the corner. He grinned as he noticed their hands intertwined and their heads leaning towards one another engaged in conversation.

He cleared his throat.

"Ahem."

"Oh Professor Dumbledore." Hermione gasped. "You startled us. We didn't see you there."

"No doubt Miss Granger that your thoughts were elsewhere." He smiled looking at Ron who suddenly turned a rather interesting shade of red when he realized what the Headmaster was implying.

"I was wondering if I might had a word with you two for a moment?'" He asked extending his hand towards an empty classroom nearby.

Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances at one another as they followed Prof. Dumbledore.

"Do you think he knows" Ron whispered to Hermione.

"I don't think so" she quietly answered back, "but then again, look who we are talking about. He may know it all."

"Quite right you are Miss Granger" Prof. Dumbledore declared as he closed the door of the classroom behind them. "I know what happened last night. I used to love to play hide and seek when I was younger. Only I dare say, you all most likely had a more enjoyable time at it then I did."

Both of the students in front of him blushed.

"Professor, we can explain…" Hermione stammered

He put up his hand to cut her off.

"No need Miss Granger. Although some events I wish could have been avoided, Mr. Malfoy for example, the rest of it, well let's just say, I hope everyone enjoyed." He smirked.

Ron saw the twinkle in the old man's eyes and laughed. Hermione just stared dumbstruck. Had the Headmaster just condoned what happened last night? She was pretty sure he did, but still it was a shock. Merlin she was embarrassed.

"No need to be embarrassed Miss Granger." He assured her reading his mind. "What I actually wanted to talk to you two about was what is planned for this evening."

Hermione was gobsmacked. Ron on the other hand laughed again. Hermione smacked his arm.

"Ron!" she scolded.

"Whatever 'Mione." Ron grinned. "If he was ok with last night festivities, then he should be good with what's going on tonight. Right Professor?"

"Right you are my boy. I just wanted to make one request."

"Sure, whatever you want."

"I get to see the pictures you take."

"What!" Hermione gasped thinking of some of the things her and Ron had put down on their list. The thought of the headmaster getting a glimpse of them made her sick. It was one thing for her peers to see, but an old man. She shuddered.

"I don't want to see all of them Miss Granger" Professor Dumbledore assured her. "Just the ones that will, let's just say, humble a certain Professor that resides in the lowest part of the castle."

"No problem Professor," Ron smiled. "But can I ask you one thing?"

"By all means Mister Weasley."

"Well…" Ron hesitated

"Go on. I assure you that you can ask me anything. I will help if I am able."

"Ok. Well if you know that something is going on, it would be benefical to us getting that picture if we didn't necessarily have to worry about Filch catching us."

"It's Mr. Filch if you please Mister Weasley." Ron cringed at the scolding. Maybe he had pushed it too far. "However, I understand how it might help if he was otherwise occupied tonight with other duties that would keep him out of the corridors. I'll see what I can arrange."

Both Ron and Hermione stood with their mouths wide open in astonishment. Prof. Dumbledore laughed at their expressions. He walked to the door and turned around slightly as he grasped the knob.

"Oh and by the way. The password to the victim in questions private quarters is dancing queen. Good luck." And with that he glided out the door.

Ron and Hermione turned to each other.

"Bloody Hell! Let me get this right. Did Prof. Dumbledore, thee Prof. Dumbledore, greatest wizard alive and Headmaster of this very school, condone our breaking of rules and general randy behavior, plus provide us with a password in order to help us humiliate the great greasy bat of the dungeons, and promise to preoccupy Filch so we could do this stuff without fear of punishment? Did I hear him correctly?"

Hermione could only nod her head in disbelief.

"Fuck! This is gonna be bloody brilliant. We've got to tell Harry and the others!" He grabbed her hand and took off out of the classroom to tell everyone the good news.

Meanwhile …

"Dean honey?" Lavender cooed.

"Yes babe?" he answered.

They were outside by the lake putting the finishing touches on their list for the hunt. Both hoped that a few of the items they had suggested would be just as enjoyable for everyone else as they had been for Lavender and Dean when they tried them out earlier. Currently they were at a standstill for their last item. They couldn't seem to agree on what it should be. However, by the sickenly sweet way Lavender just called his name, Dean knew that he probably wasn't going to like it. She was trying to, as they say, "butter him up", and Dean had to admit, he was going to enjoy making her try.

"I was just thinking. Whatever we ask everyone to do or find, we have to be willing to do as well. Right?"

"Yeah…" Dean hesitantly replied. He wasn't sure if he like where this was going.

"Well sitting here, looking at the lake, gave me an idea." She leaned over and whispered in his ear what she had in mind. Dean's eyes widened.

"Are you crazy! No way in hell!"

"Why not?" Lavender pouted crossing her arms in front of her.

"Because…" Dean stammered. "It's just not done."

"Oh pooh. Don't give me that." She said waving her hands. "Maybe you don't think it is, but I've heard otherwise."

"Still, no way." Dean was being firm on this one.

Lavender could see this was going to take some persuasion on her part. Slowly she slid her hand up and down his thigh.

"Please Dean? It would mean a lot to me" she asked as her fingers grazed him between his legs.

"No." Dean whispered. He was determined not to give in, but damn, she was making it hard.

"Pretty please?" she was nibbling at his ear now. "I promise to make it worth your while."

"Ah hell! Allright." Dean gave in as he grabbed her and flipped her over on her back. "But I want payment in advance."

"No problem" Lavender grinned. "Your room or mine."

Meanwhile in other parts of the castle…

"Fuck Finnegan! Who knew you were this talented. Are all Irish blokes this good."

Seamus stood up and brushed off his knees.

"Of course Malfoy" he smirked. "But I have more talents than just this one."

"Well," he grinned as he straightened his robes "I guess we'll just have to see won't we."

Ok…how was that. Did you like that last part or did I make your stomachs turn a little more…lol. Oh well. I already have the idea for the next chapter. One more and then the game begins….Let me know what you think!