Draco was focused on getting the quaffle through the ring, the seeker training he had was doing him the disservice of making him tune out the Beaters that were shouting for his attention, he'd outstripped his own team mates and didn’t see the bludger coming straight at him before it hit him. It was only by pure reflex that he stayed on his broom, it hit him square in the chest and he felt the bones snap at the impact. He landed carefully, the rest of the players filtering down slowly. He went to his knees, unable to stand upright from the pain in his chest. Harry hit the ground running and was next to him in a minute. "Drake, you all right?"