"This is too easy." Hermione laughed as they watched the boys dodging around the tree. Ginny flew up, with a pair of Chudley Cannon boxer shorts. "No need to ask who those belong to!"

"Are they still on the first one?"

"Yes. We have done three of them. Just one more to do. Wait, where's Harry?" Pansy searched the floor for him.

"Wait, they've go the branch, let's get the last thing and head fro the great hall."

However when they entered the great hall, the boys were already there.

"What? No way! This is impossible." Ginny spluttered.

"Sorry sis, while you were busy gloating Harry was off doing the last three tasks. We were only making it seem like you were winning."

"Hold it honey; let's compare goods first before we decide who won."

They were all even apart from the underwear. There was much laugher over the Chudly Cannon boxers. Ron went redder than his hair.

"Are-are those mine?" Ron could barely get his words out.

Pansy was looking livid. "Yes, and so are these! You cheated! No girl wears y-fronts."

"Ron, you wear y-fronts?" Hermione and Ginny started sniggering.

"The boys lose because they didn't get girls underpants."

"But we got here before you. And we couldn't get the girls pants. Remember guys can't go up the girl's staircases?"

Hermione laughed. "Oh, Harry, you have so much to learn. I would have thought the best flyer in Hogwarts would know about the trick. And Draco doesn't know it either? Come one, even Snape knows it."

Blank faces met the girls.

"You can fly up the stairs without triggering the alarm. It's really very simple, but then boys aren't known for their logic." Hermione smiled at Harry remembering their first year and the potion riddle.

"So we win, because we got everything. You now have to forfeit." Ginny was looking exultant.

"What do you want us to do?" a worried look crossed Draco's face and it was followed by Ron and Harry. They exchanged looks and didn't need to voice their anxiety.

"Tomorrow, you will provide the entertainment at the Christmas lunch, and you will sing."

"Pansy, no. Come here a sec." Draco drew her aside for a moment and whispered something to her. Her face lit up and then softened into a 'that's sooooo sweet' expression.

"Okay, you don't have to sing. But you will have to do something else." She said, getting the gloating look again.

"I think we should make them be our slaves for a few weeks. After all our forfeit was going to be us being their slaves."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"Yes, but we were going to be your sex slaves. I think they should return the favour."

"I didn't know a Weasley could be that forward."

"Clearly you don't know me very well, Drake. And I am the feistiest of the lot. And I know tricks; I don't have six older brothers for nothing. And I taught Hermione well didn't I, darling?"

Hermione draped her arm around Ginny's shoulders and Ginny's arm went around her waist. "That you did, my friend. Certainly made all those boring holidays at headquarters more interesting."

"I would like to know what went on there." Pansy said looking very very interested.

"Not with a brother present. Also not in front of our boyfriends. They might ask to watch."

"Watch what?"

"Never mind Harry, you'll find out."

"All in good time, sweetie. Oh! I have an idea for the entertainment tomorrow. It is the head boy and girl's job after all, and since we're robbed of our fun, I suggest we premier the Secret Seductresses."

"Mione, no! We're not ready."

"Ginny, we've been ready for months. I say we do it. It's about time this school woke up."

"Boy will it wake up! Which songs shall we do?" Pansy grinned.

"How about Surprise, Surprise; and some old ones?" Hermione suggested.

"We need more of ours. How about, Unopened Rose? That's a good one. Or Monstrous Freedom. That's a corker."

Hermione stared at her before snorting with laughter. "Pansy we are not in the fifties. We could sing Friend Fever. Harry why don't you, as your job, enlist the help of the armour for during the meal?"

"I don't think I understand."

Hermione stalked up to him and whispered something in his ear. He laughed loudly.

"That's brilliant! But what are the Secret Sorceresses?"

"Not what; who. We are. And you'll have to wait and see."

"What is the meaning of all this?!"

Turning they saw McGonagall framed in the doorway and looking enraged. Oh dear, they were in deep deep shit. Like neck deep.