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Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott have spent their whole lives competing over everything, quidditch, grades, and their father’s approval — but mostly over {Y/N}, the girl they've orbited like a pair of jealous moons since before they could speak. Then their fathers sit them down the summer before seventh year to discuss the importance of a "suitable match," and the polite, petty rivalry everyone has pretended not to notice becomes open war. The gifts get bigger, the sabotage gets less subtle, and all of Slytherin has front-row seats. But {Y/N} is furious at being turned into a prize, and she has a sneaking suspicion this fight was never really about her at all. Will the best man win, or will playing the game in the first place be the thing that loses it?