It became a daily ritual in the sixth year dorms to crowd around the parchment that held their scores, to see who had gotten extra points the day before. By the third day, Draco had learned to approach with caution. At any moment the boys might break out into a fight, throwing innocent bystanders right back into bed.

Draco warily skirted the edge of the group while quickly peeking at his own score, then slipped down to the common room. Pansy approached him the moment he walked through the door.

"You're winning," she said in a voice that she clearly thought was charming.

"Very true," Draco agreed. "As if you expected anything less. I Iam/I a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake. Can you imagine what people would say if I lost?"

"You had better start imagining, Draco," said Daphne, who had just come down the stairs.

"And why's that?" Draco snapped.

"Because, I'm going to win," she answered. "Fiona and Milicent dropped out this morning, as did Crabbe and Goyle."

"Why did Fiona drop out?" Pansy asked. "She was doing better than any of us."

"Probably because no one wants a half-blood for Slytherin Rep, that's why," answered Draco.

"I actually think she's devoting more time to her studdies," Daphne said.

"You think what you want," Draco sighed, clearling disagreeing with her. "Back to the important things. I can't believe you actually think you can beat me!"

"Of course I can. I bet I beat you by at least ten points."

"What do you bet?" Draco asked slyly.