Round Four: Underneath the Bleachers
---
The grass swung dangerously back and forth and he dug his fingers into the blades so he wouldn't slide off. Chest heaving shallowly, he struggled to draw breath, trying not to focus on the numbness spreading through his battered limbs.
Only an idiot would be thrown from his broom, break through the stands, and end up underneath the bleachers. It was terribly reprehensible.
"Malfoy!" The shout was vague, but unmistakable. Naturally he'd be the first to get there. Green eyes peered into his and a cool hand was set on flushed skin.
Perhaps he didn't want to die after all.
---
Word count: 100
This round killed me! Before I went and edited, I had 174 words. Cutting that down into a hundred was torture. So I hope everyone enjoys this:)