Pansy let the annoyed sneer she had been surpressing take over her features as she pushed open the door to the livingroom to find her girlfriend sitting on the couch beaming up at her. She was wearing one of those muggle shirts with a pocket in the front that was clearly meant to be tastefully too large, but ended up just making her legs look like sticks. Said legs were exposed except for an odd article of clothing she recalled Hermione telling her was called a 'hotpant' or something. Her hair flowed around her slim shoulders in that chaotic way that Pansy would never admit she found quite endearing. Hermione wore a grimace of a smile that dripped of impending doom.

Worst of all, her underwear was nowhere to be seen.

"Please just tell me the second note will lead me to where you hid my poor underwear.", Pansy sighed, presenting the note she had received from Luna. It had 5 lines on it in Hermione's tiny, loopy handwriting:

Welcome to the game, dear!

Task1: Name one food item that is poisonous for dogs! In the fridge you will find the next note.

Good Luck winning back your panties3

Pansy already knew the real objective of this little game, Hermione had been trying to force her to 'get some real science into her head' for about two years now. She just hoped this particular irksome game would be over soon.

Hermione's grin widened disconcertingly.

"Go on. Give me your answer."

She was clearly enjoying seeing her girlfriend suffer way too much. Pansy heaved another sigh and looked between the piece of paper in her hand and the grinning girl on the couch before deciding to just take a guess.

"Um. Garlic?"

The eyebrow Hermione lifted told her she had guessed wrong, unsurprisingly. The other woman shook her head in feigned disappointment that hardly concealed her glee.

"Nice try, but we don't even have garlic, so how could I have hidden the next task under that?"

Of course, it had been at least a month since Pansy had even really looked at the refrigerator, she had people who did that for her. Passing a humming Luna, she stalked back into the kitchen and started digging through the damn thing, until she found a very cold note under a small box of cut left-over onions.

Hermione sauntered into the room, giggling, followed by Luna who merely cocked her head to the side, watching Pansy quietly.

She unfolded the paper and read.

Yeah, I know you don't use the kitchen ;)

Task 2: Tell me, what is special about a bird's bones?

You'll know what to do with the bone I should be handing you right now when you figure it out.

She shuddered with disgust as a small, frail looking bone was shoved into her hands.

"What the hell, Hermione! Where did you even get that thing?", she hissed and made to drop the offending object on the kitchen tiles.

Her girlfriend took the bone out of her hand quickly and set it down on the table beside Pansy. Then she had the gall to pull up a chair and smile that demanding, anticipating smile at her, the one she always wore when she knew she'd be getting the chance to correct someone very soon.

"It's a femur."

Pansy just groaned and stood there, staring at the bone in silence for a moment.

All three of them looked up when the door opened to reveal Harry, one arm around a blond guy who looked very uncomfortable at the sight of the scene the two had just walked in on.

"Are you having a strategy meeting without me? I am hurt!", Harry exclaimed, his free hand coming up in a mocking immitation of a dramatic pose.

Pansy smiled slyly. This was her chance to get the answer without having to actually work for it. Since Harry had grown up around muggles as well, he would know this, right?

"Harry, dear, welcome home! Surely you would be able to help me out with Hermione's cruel game, yes?"

Before Hermione could finish shouting "No, don't help her, traitor!", she handed him the note.

Harry read it and looked up with his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Special about a bird's bones? I don't know, they're not solid? I mean, they have air in them, I think, so that makes them ligh- what in the world are you doing."

But he made no move to stop her, as she grabbed the bone (definitely not wincing pathetically) and smashed it on the corner of the kitchen table. It splintered, and a very satisfying crack revealed a piece of paper stuffed into the opening in the bone.

She pulled it out, letting the femur bone's remains fall to the ground, and read it's contents.