Author's notes: Yes, I know that the chapters aren't that long. Bear with me.
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"Where the hell are those idiots?"
"Draco, calm down. They'll be here. They still have five minutes."
"I don't care. It's proper to come earlier than expected for important meetings, such as this." Draco stopped pacing and flung himself onto the couch.
"How do they know that it's important? You just sent them a note demanding that they show up," Blaise replied. He was already sitting in the oversized armchair opposite of Draco and the couch. There was a coffee table with a thick book on top of it in between the two Slytherins.
"I did not demand. I told them they didn't have to come." He looked down at his Muggle watch on his wrist. "It's midnight now. Is it so difficult to be on-" The door to the Room of Requirement opened and eight 7th year males all crammed into the doorway at once.
"It's about bloody time you fools arrived. Did you all get lost on your way here? And stop glaring at me, Weasel, and sit down," Draco sneered at Weasley, who was glaring daggers at him.
"Shut it, Ferret. This could be a trap for all we know. Just be glad we came," Ron replied. He spoke for most of people in the room because they had also thought that the meeting was some sort of trick.
"Be glad that you're here? I was hoping that you'd get caught on your way here. Where's Professor Snape when you need him?"
"You know what, Ferret? If you-"
Harry cut in. "Ron, stop. We don't need any bloodshed. We're here for a reason." Poor Ron was livid. He could get mad at the most trivial comments if they came out of Malfoy's mouth.
"Of course. Listen to Saint Potter over there. He can't continue saving the world if his sidekick is dead," Draco smirked.
"You too, Malfoy. Just tell us why we're here and what does it have to do with 'The Game,'" whatever that might be."
"Well, Potter, since you asked so nicely. Everyone, sit," Draco commanded. His gaze wandered around the room as each of the newcomers tried to find places to sit. There was Terry Boot, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Theodore Nott, Anthony Goldstein, Justin Finch-Fletchley and, of course, Potter and Weasley. Blaise was still in his armchair.
"I'm surprised that no one decided to hide and cower in their tower." The Head Boy regarded each of his classmate, contemplating his competition.
"I'm positive that you all want to know why you've been invited to join 'The Game.'" He paused for effect. "Centuries ago, some 7th years invented a game of sorts to pass the time. It is quite simple, really. Each week there is a challenge that must be completed. If you can't accomplish the task, then you are disqualified. There are rules to abide by and you must be sworn to secrecy."
"Why are you in charge of this?" Terry Boot asked. Everyone nodded their head in agreement, wondering why he was chosen.
"Simple. I'm Head Boy. This game was written down in a book and each year, the new Head Boy receives the book from the old Head Boy. Anymore questions? Or can I continue?"
"What are the challenges?" This time Dean had spoken.
"If you had let me continue, instead of asking such a senseless question, I would have gotten there." The blond glared at Dean.
"'The Game' , in laymen's term, is Capture the Girl. Today, a girl will be chosen for you and she is included in each challenge. The last challenge, I assume, is to shag whoever you get with her consent." He noticed that some looked at him in disbelief. It didn't matter to him though. He was going to win. "Now, either you can agree to compete, or you can leave this moment, but be obliviated."
"You can't obliviate us, can you? I don't think it's legal," Anthony cried in outrage.
"Does it matter? I'm a Malfoy. I can do whatever I want. What I want to know is who's in. Zabini and I are already playing." No one spoke for a moment.
"I'm in," Seamus spoke. "It can't be that hard. Girls are already taken with me," he said smugly.
"I'm out." Ron declared.
"Why is that, Weasel? Afraid the Mudblood might find out and then you'll never get with her?" The Slytherin's remark seemed to enrage Ron. It seemed that that was exactly what Ron was thinking; he reached for his wand.
"Put the wand away, Weasley. I'm in." This time, is was Nott who spoke.
"So am I."
"And I."
"Count me in."
"Same here."
Harry was the only person left who hadn't decided.
"C'mon, Potter. Scared that you'll lose to me? I don't blame you. From what I've heard, you've got no experience with females," Draco taunted.
"Don't listen to him. We can leave this instant," Ron spoke.
"You know what, Ferret? I'm in," Harry announced and glanced determinedly at Draco. He just raised one eyebrow in response. Dean and Seamus started to cheer and whistle.
"Enough. Weasley you have to leave now, but I wont obliviate you. Leave before I come to my senses." Ron exited the room glaring at Draco and sending Harry a we'll-talk-later look.
"He doesn't look to happy with you, Potter," Blaise sniggered. He had been quiet the entire meeting.
"Hush, Zabini." The blond picked up the book laying on the table. He waited until everyone was paying attention and began to read from the book.
"The Game has very simple rules that all competitors must abide by.
1. This secret must never be discussed with any person that does not know of its origin. Dire consequences will be the punishment for any wizard that does not hold this abide by this rule.
2. When participating in a challenge, the wizard must not force his chosen one to accomplish the task. The chosen one must act on her own consent.
3. No hints may be indicated to the chosen one. She cannot know about the challenge, and the wizard may not suggest any actions.
4. If a wizard is disqualified for being unable to accomplish the challenge, he may not be readmitted into The Game or partake in any meetings.
5. There is a meeting every Saturday night at midnight. Meetings can be rescheduled, but only the Head Boy has the privilege.
6. At any given time a wizard can resign from The Game. He will be acknowledged as a disqualified competitor and the followings terms apply.
Good Luck" Draco shut the book.
"Now that you know the rules, it's time to choose the girls," he said. "You don't actually get to choose, but the room picks for you. It will give you the most difficult girl, which will make it hard for you to finish the challenges."
The Slytherin raised his eyes to look at the ceiling of the room. "Room of Requirement, 'The Game' would like you to pick our chosen ones," he recited from memory. He had read the whole book over the summer.
For a moment nothing happened. All the 7th years looked at Draco to indicate that he had done something wrong. Blaise looked amuse until rolled-up scrolls landed on everyone's lap.
Draco unrolled his scroll and read the name on his parchment. At first, he thought that it was a mistake, but then it seemed only logical. She didn't trust him and therefore he'd have to attempt to woo her. No matter he thought. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys always triumph. He smirked. It seemed as if Fate was tempting him with this- this girl.
He looked up. Everyone was staring at their parchment with horror. "May we continue or should I give you more time to gawk at your parchment? And before anyone asks, no one is permitted to swap their targets." His eyes swept across the room. He had everyone's attention once more. "This first week you are to observe her. You may not come in contact with her. You may not stare at her until you can lock eyes with her. She cannot know that you have taken a sudden interest in her. Meet back here next Saturday. Any questions?"
"No? Good. You may leave now." He scoffed at how everyone rushed to the door. None of them could even compare to him. He had this competition in the palm of his hand.
"May the best man win- me."
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