Dress Code - Pansmione

Chapter 9 - Like a Trojan Horse, but with Boobs and Drugs

"This is not going to work, Hermione," Harry said, shaking his head.

Their private meeting was held in Hermione's suite, and so far, it was not going as she had hoped.

"It is going to work. I have a foolproof plan, I just need your support to make it happen."

Ron sat up, "Hermione, you know we trust your judgement, it's just... well the plan is kind of insane."

"I told you, it will work," she assured them. "Are you in or not?"

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, trying to nonverbally determine what they would decide to do. Hermione stared with firm attention as she watched the boys ponder, praying they would help her. The path to success for the plan was treacherous at best, but without her friends' help, it would be impossible.

Harry let out a sigh and threw his hands up in defeat, "You've stuck by me through a war, I think I can handle a simple prank."

"It's not a prank Harry, it's a plan, a serious and important plan," Hermione corrected sternly, though she couldn't hide the beaming smile on her face from her friend's agreement to join her.

"Okay, okay, I get it. The point is, I'm in."

"Ron?" Hermione asked fretfully, although convincing Harry had put her slightly at ease, she still needed Ron's help as well.

"Don't have anything else to do, why not?"

"I love you guys," Hermione crushed them both with a group hug, they didn't hug enough she thought. She should hug them every single day, no, more than that.

"Oh, she's gonna get sappy," Ron looked at Harry and grimaced. Hermione thought back to when she teased him for having the 'emotional range of a teaspoon,' sometimes the jab still seemed true.

"I just mean, you guys are good friends," Hermione said, slightly choked up with emotions.

"You can thank us tearfully once we actually complete your plan, okay?" Harry teased her, with a friendly pat on the back.

She rolled her eyes, but agreed nonetheless, "Alright."

"So what do we need?" Ron asked, pulling out a piece of parchment to take notes. Which was a sight Hermione was hardly familiar with. Previously, she wasn't even sure if Ron kept school supplies on his person, considering he spent most classes goofing off. Somehow he ended up doing well in school. The combination of the brightest witch of her age as a best friend and unexpected natural talent kept him afloat.

Hermione felt oddly excited. Although trouble-making was by no means her favorite thing, there was something riveting about throwing herself into work and forming a plan. Considering her experience with fighting evil in the previous seven years and her excessive intelligence, Hermione sometimes found herself bored by her final year of Hogwarts. Even when she took on extra work, she wasn't challenged. But this plan would challenge her, possibly too much.

"There are several key parts to my plan: One. Obtaining illicit substances. Done. Two. Plant illicit substances. Not done. Three. Have him caught with illicit substances. Also not done. Then Bon Voyage to Jason, or Mal Voyage because- you know- we want him to have a bad trip," Hermione stumbled over her delivery, public speaking was not one of her strong suits. Still, she had outlined the plan well enough.

Harry and Ron both nodded in understanding. Ron spoke up, "Okay, but it sounds simple when you put it like that. How are we supposed to plant it on him?"

There lay one of the first kinks in the plan, planting it on him in an untraceable manner. "How close are you to the seventh-year boys' dorms?" Hermione asked.