A/N: Sorry I've been gone forever. I'm planning on re-doing Screams Never Heard because it was really bad on my first try. But here's this new story that I think and really hope goes well. Also, I have a one-shot called Skinny Love: A True Romeo and Juliet. Please read and review, I think it's one of my best works! Oh, has anyone here read Blood of Olympus? I got so mad at Uncle Rick... Wrong fandom, though!

Disclaimers: make FanFiction go round, because of one of us were to take credit of someone else's work... Well, I don't own anything (Unless I bought it, but I only have, like, five dollars.). It's pretty obvious since I'm not British, but, you know, American.

Hope you enjoy! Sorry for the long AN.

Object- To win

How to Win- Get the most popular person or Head Boy/Girl

Players- Everyone 5th year+, even after graduation

Rules- None

Tips- Become someone else, someone everyone likes; Stay within the boundaries of your own house; Don't be a Slytherin; Don't show real emotion; Don't be a Death Eater descendant

Examples of Winners: James Potter/Lily Evans; George Weasley/Angelina Johnson; Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Losers: Everyone who doesn't get the most popular or Head Boy/Girl

Examples of Losers: Severus Snape, Cho Chang, Lavender Brown

Ways to Forfeit/ Not Survive- Marry a Muggle; Never Marry; Commit suicide

You want to know about the Dating Game? Why you never heard of it in your school days?

Because no one knows about it. The Dating Game is always played- Even when the school was first founded. And no one, not even the professors or Headmaster or Headmistress will ever no of the Dating Game. Until now. Because I figured it out. But no one can break the rules, no one can be themselves in Hogwarts, everyone plays the Game, whether they know it or not.

The Game is a part of us. We cannot beat it, we cannot ignore it. We must live it. We must survive the Game. And no one can know.

Until now. Exposure, given to you by yours truly, Meissa Juniper Black, granddaughter of Regulus Arcturus Black and Juniper Ascella Reed-Black.

It was my first day. My first day in what I would come to know as a home, my first day where I met so many that would never know all the secrets I harboured, all the things I knew that they didn't.

I didn't ride on the train. My father, Canus Sirius Black, and mother, Aludra Hydra Lynx-Black, knew that I would be too scared to be the new girl on the train. So, obviously, they Flooed me there.

We couldn't Floo from our home in France, but we were staying in the Leaky Cauldron the two weeks before my first week at Hogwarts. We Flooed from there to Platform 9 and ¾, then from the platform to Hogsmeade, and Professor Pyxis, the astronomy professor, took me from there. I had to say goodbye to my parents, though.

As soon as we got to the castle, I realised- Hogwarts is a fairy tale, just like Grandpappy had told me. And Grandpappy was always right. But so was Old Dog, and he had said the same.

Confused by the names? Well, Grandpappy is pretty obvious unless you're an idiot, in which case I question your decision to read this. And Old Dog? You'll find out at the holidays.

Headmistress McGonagall greeted Professor Pyxis and I at the door. She had many stories and many names. Well, really just three names- Professor McGonagall, Minnie, and Kitty. Minnie and Kitty were given by Old Dog, and Professor McGonagall is what Grandpappy calls her.

"Miss Black, it is a pleasure to meet you. Agena, you are dismissed."

Professor Pyxis left me with Professor McGonagall. She looked at me, curious. I knew why. I looked more like Old Dog than my Grandpappy, like Papa. Papa looked just like Old Dog, which was why he was given the name Canus. No, Old Dog is not Canus. But their names are related.

You want to know what I look like? Well, you can guess! Haha, nope, just kidding.

Have you ever coloured over dark red crayon with a little bit of black crayon? That's my hair. And I've got big, shining silver eyes. "Just like two North Stars," Mama says, used to the star talk from Papa and Grandpappy.

I was always extremely pale, and I can't get any tanner. Not that I mind, but it is rather funny. My sheet white skin, dark red-black hair, and North Star eyes are me.

Moving on.

"Come, follow me, Meissa- I mean, Miss Black." Professor McGonagall- "Call her Kitty for me," Old Dog said before I left- gestured for me to come with her as she turned and headed down the hall. I pretended I hadn't noticed her name slip-up and scurried after her.

"Now, we will be having a new exchange student from Beauxbatons. She will be a fifth year. Meissa, come get Sorted."

I hoped I didn't look too scared.

Approaching the three legged stool was like accepting that dream job. You always hoped, but is it too good to be true? If it is, what do you do next?

"Deep breaths. In your nose, out your mouth," Mama taught. "Slow and steady wins the race," was always Papa's lessons. Grandpappy agreed with Papa, but Old Dog would laugh at all three of them and wink as he told me to "just wing it". No wonder he-

I can't tell you that.

So, I thought all this in the few seconds. In no time, I was at the hat. I sat down, my breaths rattled and shallow. The hat, no matter how much older I was than first years, fell down to cover my eyes.

"A Black. That's a rarity. A descendant of a dead man, no less."

Don't tell me you know, I though desperately. But Old Dog and Grandpappy had told me enough stories that I knew.

"I see you've met them. You know, some people will find that very fascinating. But your heritage isn't of major importance here, now is it?"

No. No one will know who I am. I'm not a fluke descendant of secret keepers.

"Determined, there? And you know quite a lot of cunning ways out of problems... So observative, with so much knowledge. Your dreams are quite another thing- ambitious to the point of no return. You know who you are, don't you?"

Just like Grandpappy. And with Old Dog's- no, you can't know that either.

"My dear, let's see how you do in SLYTHERIN!"

I hope I looked calm and regal and beautiful as I took off the hat with no excess flourish. I walked with a high head and even steps to the table. The only empty spot was next to two boys about me age at the very end. Two polar opposite boys both staring at me as I sat next to them like Grandmama taught me.

"This year will be very similar to the past few; the speech will come after your feast. Please refrain from over eating. Enjoy!" Kitty sat down and the others dug in.

"Excuse me," I asked with as much politeness as I could muster (I got more traits from Old Dog than Grandpappy; it was a wonder I'd made it this far). The blonde boy looked up. I knew he was Scorpius Malfoy; I think we were... Third cousins? Something like that.

"You're a Black." No question. He was able to tell. I nodded. "And you are a Malfoy."

The black headed boy next to Scorpius looked between us. "The Blacks are, like, extinct except for Andromeda and Teddy Tonks and Scorpius's family."

Scorpius nodded. "And nobody transfers to Hogwarts."

"I guess I'm special." I hope I didn't sound too... Black-ish. I'm no Bellatrix or Narcissa.

"I'm Albus Potter." Interrupted the black haired boy. He could smell a fight. I don't know why j was so angry- maybe the 'extinct' comment.

Scorpius followed his example. "Scorpius Malfoy." He knew I knew, but for politeness' sake.

"Yeah, um... How does this whole Hogwarts feast work?" I'm glad I know English just as well as French.

"Oh, it's really simple.." Albus showed me.

"Don't expect loads of pity 'round here, French. It's not all frilly and games." Sneered the sixth year Slytherin Prefect, Willoughby Varnish. I rolled my eyes. "You act like you know all. Who here has gotten expelled before?"

Varnish glared. "Probably for some lame stunt, like pushing someone."

I, being the sensible person I am (not), turned on my heel and walked up what I guessed to be the girls' staircase. There was a door that said 'Fifth Years', so I knocked. Manners were well ingrained into me, as you can tell.

"Come in!" Came a muffled squeak.

I lightly pushed the door in. Time to face my new dorm mates.

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-Marine