The Game - Round Three - Pure Nerve and Outstanding Courage, Mission and Submissions Options

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Welcome to round three of The Game!
Pure Nerve and Outstanding Courage!



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[lupinsmyman]

Malfoy Has A Plan

Draco Malfoy was, rich, snobbish, cocky, and just an overall rude child. And he was proud of that fact. He didn't really know why the Slytherins had taken to him so quickly. Perhaps it he was just fortunate, perhaps it was because he was pureblood. Anyway, it didn't matter to him. He was in control and that was all that was important.

He was feared and respected. Draco made sure of that. He threatened anyone who even pretended to get in the way of what he wanted. But only for Potter would he dare to fulfill those threats, Potter and his stupid friend Weasley.

But how to get them? Something brilliant, something Potter will certainly fall for. It was only a capricious (Potter probably doesn't even know what that means) thought that inspired me to risk my own neck by stealing that oaf, Longbottom's remembral. What came of that? Potter wasn't even expelled.
Malfoy had been glowering at his breakfast for the past fifteen minutes.

It was the sight of an eagle owl dropping a letter on his plate that pulled him out of his daze. He grabbed the letter, upon recognizing his family seal (three snakes wrapped around a mortar and pestle), opened it.

My Dearest Draco,

I hope the all has been going well for you during your term at Hogwarts. Your Father is away on business and I am missing you both greatly. Try to stay out of too many duels while you are away.

Make me proud,
Your Mother

P.S. The Eagle Owl is a gift for you. Take care of her.

"Crabbe, Goyle, I've got an idea. One that just might work," he said smirking.

That night at dinner, after he was through, he rose from the Slytherin table and walked smoothly to where the Gryffindors were dining. Crabbe and Goyle struggled after him, heaving their great masses from the wooden benches.

"Enjoying this, fine last meal, Potter? I suspect it's better than anything your parents could feed you. Seeing that they're dead and all." Draco said calmly. He plan was perfect. He only faltered when the Granger girl shot him a dirty look.

"Speaking of muggles," he continued, returning her glance, "when does your train leave?"

"Seems like you've got a spine now that your feet are back on the ground, Malfoy. Or is that only because you've got two gorillas to bash our skulls in if we try to do anything to you?" Potter said, finally acknowledging him.

"I could take you anywhere anytime, Potty. Even tonight. Midnight, in the trophy room. No 'bashing skulls'. A wizard's duel. That's with wands only. Of course you already knew that I suppose" Draco replied.

"Of course!" It was Weasley, his ears as red as his hair. "I'll be his second man. And yours?"

Malfoy paused for a minute. It was working. They had fallen for his scheme hook, line, and sinker. Now, who should be his second? It didn't really matter.

"Crabbe will. Midnight, Potter, Weasley. Midnight in the trophy room." He smirked and turned to walk out of the Great Hall.

"Oh, and Potty," he added, "if you don't show I'll be sure to tell everyone what a coward you are. And that you really have no 'outstanding courage' after all"

Outside of the Great Hall, Draco found who he was looking for. Filch was helping his cat, Mrs. Norris out of a disappearing step.

"Oy, Filch!" he called. The old man, startled, glanced up with a look of panic on his face.

"To what do I owe this not-so-pleasant surprise, Mr. Malfoy," Filch said, finally freeing his cat.

Malfoy moved closer to the old man and whispered, "I've had a tip off that a group of students in meeting in the trophy room at midnight for a little vandalizing."


"Vandalizing! I must see to this at once..." Filch muttered and he hobbled down a corridor to his office.

After a few seconds Crabbe spoke. "You mean, we was never gonna duel wit' 'em?"

Draco gave him a very dirty look. "Of course not. My mother's strictly forbidden it."

Whether or not he dueled,Malfoy was sure that his mother would agree that it took his amazing pure nerve to trick Potter.