Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Again I ain't making any money whatsoever from this fanfiction.

Thought I would go for a slightly longer one this time. Enjoy.

HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM

"I'm a what?" gasped Harry.

"A wizard o'course," a voice replied.

"Oh shut up Ron," Harry said whilst laughing, "I meant the competition!"

Harry, Hermione and Ron were all gathered round the Gryffindor Common room notice board. An ingenious piece of technology placed in each of the houses' common rooms. It was connected directly to one in the staff room and each time a notice was put up there it would magically be displayed on the common room notice boards as well.

"You're a contestant Harry," Hermione said excitedly, "you see, in light of the end of our NEWTs the professors have organised a survival competition!"

Harry looked at Hermione bewildered. He could have sworn they saw the new notice appear at the same time but she had apparently read through the page long notice in 3 seconds flat! Well no point in reading it now, Harry thought, Hermione can explain it better anyway.

"You see Harry," she began to explain, her brown eyes glittering; "the survival competition is a test of your endurance! Instead of people from the same houses joining up, eight people from the 7th Year will be selected to pair up and complete a maze in 3 days. Of course it's not just about finding your way out of the maze; there are other obstacles there as well. You see when the last war was thought to be over Hogwarts organised a survival competition. It's just tradition really. I've heard fascinating rumours that in Beauxbatons-" Harry interrupted her.

"Erm... that's lovely Hermione, so it's basically the Triwizard Maze all over again?" he said, looking slightly queasy. The last one was bad enough, he thought.

Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Well yes, I suppose it is something like that. Except instead of 3 tasks there is just the one maze and it's obviously longer as well." She said. Hermione seemed to pause, thinking about something. She looked at Harry again.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright with this Harry?" she said hesitantly.

"What you on about Hermione?!," Ron said grinning, "'course he's gonna be alright! He's Harry Potter!"

Harry looked unconvinced but seeing Hermione looking at him worriedly he pasted a quick smile on his face.

"Yeah, what Ron said," Harry chirped, "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

Oh good lord, I've done it now.

HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM

The next day, bright and early the Golden Trio made their way down to the Quidditch pitch. The maze spread out in front of them like an ocean of green. Harry himself felt a little green, truth be told. Flashes of the colour and a stone cold face staring at him we're replaying themselves in his mind. Shaking his head he went down with Hermione and Ron to the stadiums.

"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore said cheerfully, intercepting them on their way to find a seat, "you're meant to line up with the other contestants in the tent until it's time for you to be paired up."

Harry let out a quiet breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and turned to Hermione and Ron.

"I guess I'll see you in 3 days time then," he said striving for a confident tone. By the doubtful look he received off Hermione, he obviously wasn't succeeding. He strode down the hill towards a brightly coloured Marquee. Reaching the opening he ducked his head and entered the tent.

Looking around he spotted Justin Finch Fletchley, Hannah Abbott, Mandy Brocklehurst, Terry Boot, Lavender Brown, Pansy Parkinson and... Oh no. Please...don't let it be true!

"Harry Potter, we meet again," sneered Draco Malfoy.

"What are you, some extra from a bad mafia movie?" Harry snapped right back. Malfoy looked confused. Harry belatedly thought that obviously Malfoy, a pureblood wizard, would not have heard of a muggle term like mafia or even the invention of movies. My wit is once again wasted, Harry sighed in his head.

"Potter, are you high or something? What the bloody hell is a mafia movie?" Malfoy demanded.

Oh I haven't got the patience for this now, Harry thought.

"You know what, never mind Malfoy," he muttered and went to sit down on the bench in the far corner of the tent, incidentally as far away from Malfoy as he could get. Muffled voices approaching the tent interrupted whatever comeback Malfoy was planning to say and he closed his mouth again with an audible click. Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape entered the tent, robes swishing behind them. Dumbledore stopped and looked at the students, beaming.

"Well gather round now children," he began, "I will now explain the rules to you and perform a spell that will randomly pair you off." The 8 of them gathered round in a circle and stood silently, waiting for Dumbledore to continue.

"Firstly, no illegal spells are allowed to be cast. Any student discovered casting these spells will automatically be disqualified and possibly expelled. Of course I shouldn't need to tell you this." Dumbledore announced. Harry gave a sly look towards Malfoy. Hmmm I wouldn't be too sure in Malfoy's case. He thought.

"Now, secondly, each of the pairs will be setting off at a different entrance of the maze and the first pair to reach the centre wins!" Dumbledore continued, "The pairs will be as following:" He waved his wand in the air and a thin stream of letters came out of the end.

"Justin and Mandy, Hannah and Terry, Lavender and Pansy, and finally..."

Oh bloody hell.

"Draco and Harry"

HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM

I will update as soon as possible. Second chapter in the next few days or so.