For the Kittens
By CoCo
Draco Malfoy growled. No one, no one, would ever beat him at his own game.
Ron Weasley growled back. His pride depended on this.
"Remember: no magic," said Tonks, their highly amused referee. The two opponents nodded.
Several small tomcat kittens stood underneath the table between the wizards, looking back and forth from one to the other unsurely.
Sweating, Malfoy and Ron began. It lasted an abnormally long time, at least six hours. Tonks was silently cheering for Ron.
Finally, Malfoy collapsed from the stress.
"I WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Ron. "The kittens are MINE!"
"NOOOOOOO!!!!! Snuccums! Jebbels! Curly! Frinkle! Binky!!!!" Malfoy shouted, tears running down his face as Ron triumphantly carried the little tomcats away.
Who knew Pick-Up Sticks could be so intense?
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CoCo