Author's notes: This is my first attempt at Fanfiction. I would love to know your thoughts and opinions.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wish.

Deep within the walls of Hogwarts, there is a secret being kept between the 7th year wizards. Centuries ago at the beginning of one school year, the new generation of legal wizards would group together in hallways and whisper among themselves. They would slink off into dark, unused classrooms in the middle of the night to debate the location of the first official meeting. It was settled that on the second Saturday of September the competitors would assemble in the Room of Requirement. A competition of sorts had been invented by the older students and only the most prominent 7th year students were allowed to compete. "The Game", as it was referred to, was highly anticipated and when the school year ended, a book was written to commemorate the ingenious, recreational sport. The book was bestowed to next year's Head Boy and the clandestine game was played once more. For many generations the knowledge of "The Game" would be a mystery to all students until the upcoming 7th year wizards arrived at Hogwarts.

Draco Malfoy cursed. He was being forced to write letters to some of his incompetent classmates. Ever since he had received that damn book, he had to prepare for the new school year. The previous Head Boy had owled him an ancient book with a letter attached during the last week of summer. Apparently, the old Head Boy had realized that only a Malfoy was capable of overseeing "The Game." At first, he had thought that receiving such honor was expected. He was a Malfoy after all. But now, Draco could recognize the hassle of having to organize the entire event.

"Draco, what are you doing?" Blaise Zabini had just entered the Head Boy's dorm. He was Draco's best friend since 4th year after they both realized that most Slytherins were idiots.

"Writing those damn letters. I actually have to write letters to those Gryffindor fools. To Scarhead and Weasel and other gits."

"Oh. So you've decided who's going to compete?"

"Yes. Too bad I don't get to choose the targets."

"You would have chosen a whore for yourself so that you could have won," Blaise laughed.

Draco smirked at him. "I don't need a whore to win this thing. I have the Malfoy charm. I didn't get the title Slytherin Sex God by sitting around and babbling like an idiot. Girls are just attracted to me."

"I'm sure. You're just so sexy," Blaise winked at him.

"I know, Zabini. I'm not your type though so stop checking me out when you think I'm not looking." It was an old banter between the two friends. The first time Blaise had pretended to have a crush on Draco, Draco had avoided him for one week. Blaise had to cast a full body bind on him and inform Draco that he was joking (and heterosexual.)

"One day, Draco, you'll fall for the Zabini charm. Anyway, do you know what you're going to write in the letters you're owling? You can't just write 'This Saturday. Midnight.' They'd think that it's an attack from Voldemort and tell the professors. Or, being the Gryffindors they are, try to take us on thinking that we're Voldemort." Blaise sat down on the edge of Draco's bed.

"I'm not thick. Besides, I already finished writing the letters. They just need to know enough details that will make them want to show up. And get off my bed. We're going to dinner." Draco stood up from his oversized chair that he was sitting in.

Both Slytherins walked to the Great Hall. Girls swooned over two of the most sought-after wizards to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts. A few desperate ones licked their lips as Draco and Blaise walked by them. Draco smirked at them while Blaise chided him for encouraging their behavior.

"Mate, stop. Those bints are never going to leave us alone if you keep smirking at them. They're going to take it as a sign of interest. Do you want a repeat of what happened with Pansy?" The two friends had this conversation at least once a day. That didn't stop Draco though. He was a growing wizard and had a healthy sexual appetite.

"Pansy was a mistake. And shut up. We're here so let's just eat. No more talk about Pansy. It makes me nauseous and then I'll lose my desire for food."

To Potter and Weasley

As 7th year wizards you are invited to compete in "The Game." This is a tradition that has been at Hogwarts for many generations. Do not tell anyone, including your know-it-all Mudblood. Saturday in the Room of Requirement. Midnight. You are not expected to show up.

DM

Ron and Harry read the letter they had just received. After returning from the Great Hall, and eagle was waiting for them in the common room. The eagle had seemed annoyed for waiting for so long and had bitten Ron as compensation.

"DM? That can't be. The only bloke in this school with those initials is the ferret," Ron whispered to Harry. Hermione was sitting across from them reading Hogwarts: A History.

"Are you sure? Maybe we haven't ever met him before and he just happens to have the same letters as Malfoy. I mean, honestly, why would Malfoy write us a letter?"

"Do you think he's planning something? Trying to get us in trouble? He's a Death Eater! Maybe it's an attack!" Ron was feverishly whispering into Harry's ear as if he'd just uncovered Voldemort's grand scheme.

"No. He'd never get Malfoy to do it. He'd want to capture me himself. We should just show up, but be extra alert in case. We have one day to prepare. It's already Friday. For all we know it could-"

"Could be what? What are you two up to now?," Hermione asked. She sat herself next to Ron with her book in her lap

"No- nothing. We we're just wondering what, uh, made Snape so much more grumpy today. He was a bigger git that usual, don't you think?," Ron stuttered. He was never good at making excuses.

Hermione seemed to accept Ron's answer. "Well, it is Professor Snape. I assume it's just because we're Gryffindors and we all know that he loathes us. Honestly, to be gossiping about matters so frivolous."

"Yeah. Well, Ron and I are heading to bed now, right Ron?" Harry gave Ron a significant glance.

"Uh, yeah. We were just about to. Night Hermione. You should start going to your dorm anyway. It's a long way." Ron gave a nervous laugh.

"Oh, alright. Night boys."

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