Dead Dog

"I-I think I'm dying,"

"You're fine. Get up Malfoy," Hermione said through clenched teeth.

"I can't, I think you broke something. Tell my parents … I love them," he trailed off.

"Malfoy, you are not dying. Get off the floor so we can keep playing," Harry said coming up beside Hermione to stare at the writhing blonde.

"No, I can't, I'm dying," he repeated.

"Malfoy this is British Bulldog. You knew it was a tackling game before we started," Harry said but Malfoy made no move to get up.

"Fine, Crabbe, Goyle – Take him away," and with that the two burly boys dragged the Slytherin kicking and screaming from the playing field.

A/N – British Bulldog is Red Rover to those Americans who requested this drabble. I don't own HP.

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