"Good evening, my dear students," Dumbledore's booming voice filled the space of the Great Hall. The students were immediately silenced. The headmaster rarely interacted with students during dinner time, so this was definitely an important announcement.

"I have wonderful news. Many years ago, there was an event called the Triwizard Tournament," He began. Whispers erupted in the hallway, a number of students knew what the controversial event was, while the others were asking their house-mates about it.

"Unfortunately, we will not be bringing back this glorious event," Groans and sounds of disappointment echoed across the Hall.

"Bollocks, it would've been sweet to see the Triwizard Tournament happen," Ron whispered.

Harry glanced at Hermione, silently asking her if she knew anything about it. She mouthed the words "Hogwarts: a history," and turned to face Dumbledore again.

"After weeks of deliberation, we are pleased to announce that the first Hogwarts Intramurals will be held exactly two months from now," He said.

Harry let out his own groan. He hated sports, but he quickly realized that the games they're going to play will probably be far more interesting than muggle straw-planting.

"Each house will be competing against one another over the course of three days. We will be releasing a list of games you must sign up for. Each student is required to play three games," He said. Some students looked excited, while the others were a bit confused.

After his speech, dinner resumed once again. This time, the hall was buzzing with even more noise than before.


The entire school was talking about the upcoming Intramurals. Students were coming up with theories and game ideas, some were already making alliances.

"I hope they have Chess," said Ron. He was sitting on one of the benches in the hallway, sharing a box of chocoballs with Hermione.

"I'm not a fan of sports and activities to be honest," she said. Quidditch was barely tolerable, but she wasn't sure if she would enjoy three whole days of cheering and playing games. Not to mention, that's three whole academic days lost.

"I think it's a great idea, a chance for everyone to play and all," Ron commented. This was surely a sign-up he wouldn't miss.

"What kind of games did you grow up playing?" Ron eyes lit up and he immediately started listing down the games he played with his siblings.

"Fred and George love inventing games, the worst one was Weasley Chess, but no one talks about that anymore," he said quickly. Hermione made a mental note to ask Ginny about that some other time.

"There's also Popscotch, you'll need a big area for that though, you basically have to jump over written blocks but they disappear if you're not fast enough." He said.

"What happens when they disappear?" she asked. This sounded like a modified hopscotch.

"Well, a vortex is created and you fall in, but it's not as scary as it sounds!" He protested after seeing Hermione's eyes get bigger.

"Some children's game," she muttered.

"You fall and go back to the first block, that's basically it," he finished.

"Hard pass," Hermione replied. Ron shrugged and reached for the last chocoball.

A pale hand beat him to it. Instantly recognising the ring on the finger, Hermione rolled her eyes and greeted her partner.

"Thanks, Weasley, this is exactly what I was craving," Malfoy let out a satisfied smirk.

Ron, red in the face, opened his mouth to speak. Hermione placed her hand on his wrist and gave him a knowing look.

"I'll buy you another box, he's not worth it I promise you," she said.

Ron glared at Malfoy and conceded. After all, who on earth would say no to a box of sweets?

"Granger, are you done with your portion of the results chapter? I already finished mine a few minutes ago," he replied coolly.

"Who does homework during the weekends?" Ron suddenly asked. The two looked at him and gave similar questioning expressions.

"Actually, yes I did, let's piece it together next weekend?" Draco nodded, glanced at Ron, and left.

"That was extremely out-of-character," Ron noted, pulling out a tiny box of Every flavor beans from his robes.

"How long has that been in there?" Ron shrugged before giving an estimated date.

"The only flavor you're going to taste is spoiled," Hermione said.

Ron defiantly popped one in his mouth. "Christmas Cookies," he said with a smile, offering her the small box.

She declined and rolled her eyes. Padma walked past the two and greeted Hermione. The two engaged in a short conversation, and while they did so, none of them noticed Ron spit the puke flavored bean back inside the box.


"Move out of the way," Malfoy snarled. The students in front of him parted like the red sea. Today was sign-up day and if Draco ended up with a kiddie game, he'll definitely tell his father about this.

The sign-up process took place in each House's respective common rooms. It is strictly first come first serve, but if you're a Malfoy, those things don't apply to you.

Draco glanced at the list right in front of him.

He took his sweet time choosing a game that will suit him. He only needed to sign up for two because coaching counts as one.

As a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team, he isn't allowed to play it during the games. As a compensation, he accepted the coach position for the Slytherin Intramural team.

Some team. I can't believe we aren't allowed to host try-outs!

Although the idea of watching an amateur match did humor him a little, he wasn't too keen on possibly getting kicked by other houses in the match.

After enlisting, Draco made his way to one of the couches. He sat next to Blaise and asked him why he didn't sign up.

"Lines are a waste of time, I made Pansy sign up for me," he replied, pointing to the witch who was shoving first years away.

"Effective,"

Blaise shrugged.

"So how's that dance group thing with Weasley?" Draco teased. Blaise let out a groan.

"It's awful, he's a terrible dancer and leader,"

Blaise started ranting about Ron and Draco enjoyed every second of it. It was rare for his best mate to lose his temper.

"I mean, how can you be terrible at dancing and leading? I actually feel kind of bad for the guy," Blaise finished.

"Overthrow him then," Malfoy suggested.

"Can't, it's assigned. I can't wait to get this year over with," the raven-haired boy rubbed his face. He initially signed up to get closer to a girl he was starting to fancy, but unfortunately, said girl enlisted in another class.

"Hang in there," Malfoy sniggered.

A shadow loomed over the two boys. They looked up and saw a very irritated Pansy Parkinson.

Draco knew that she would go off in a few seconds, so he patted the seat next to him and braced himself for the rant that's about to come.


I'm honestly not sure where this is heading. I feel as if my description kinda gives the wrong impression, because there's not a lot of late night action. I hope you'll stick around and see what happens though! Thank you for adding this to your favorites and following. I hope I can give better content soon. :)