Title: Falling

Author: Zazzie the Oddball

Summary: Draco Malfoy's ponderings on falling. 100–word drabble according to Microsoft Word.

Disclaimer: No characters mentioned our mine but belong to the awesome J.K. Rowling

Comments: Was supposed to be a Ginny/Malfoy story but the beginning was much better than the actual story and sorry about the swearing, but everyone knows that Draco would have a potty mouth.


Falling

Shit, fuck, and dammit.

That was all Draco Malfoy thought as he plunged towards the ground.

He wouldn't mind so much if his broom was with him, but as it was, he did not.

And why was that?

Because the only female of the fucking Weasley clan had rammed him right off his broom so he wouldn't catch the Snitch and finally beat poncy St. Potter, the Boy-Who-Should-Have-Died and had too much bloody luck.

So here he was, hurtling towards his doom, cursing as quickly and as profoundly as he could. What else could he do?

Gravity was a bitch.