Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make money on this fic. I just do this for my own entertainment and hopefully yours too.
A/N: This is written for the Guilty Pleasures Challenge on HPFC. I chose to write a Drapple since I read them all the time but have never written one. Well, here's my best attempt.
Perfection
Draco was sitting in the Slytherin common room contemplating the fruit bowl in front of him. It was sitting on the table in front of the couch mocking him. Just yesterday the bowl had held apples. Not just any apples, but perfect green apples. There was one particular apple he had been eyeing and had been waiting until she was ready for him before he picked her up. Now the bowl held an assortment of fruit, not one of which was an apple.
He stood and kicked the table in frustration. When he did, the bowl toppled over spilling its contents over the table and floor. The fruit rolled everywhere, running all over the common room, hiding under chairs and bumping the feet of those around.
Draco was stalking toward his dormitory when he saw a flash of green. Not just any green, but apple green. It was her! His perfect one. The house-elves had put her in with the rest of the fruit. He swiftly bent and picked her up. He subtly caressed her with his fingers and made his way to his dorm.
When he got to his room, he locked the door and put a silencing charm around his bed. It wouldn't do to have someone walk in on him or hear him with his lady. She didn't need the embarrassment of people thinking she was easy. She was only for him and nobody needed to hear them together.
He sat her on the bed in front of him and just looked at her. He gently picked her up and held her in his hands. He turned her over and inspected every inch of her firm, green skin. She was absolutely perfect. There was not a bruise or blemish anywhere. This was the most perfect apple he had ever seen.
He put her up to his lips and softly kissed her. He inhaled deeply letting her scent wash over him. It was very light, but he could just make out the sweet, natural scent of his chosen one.
He kissed her again and very lightly licked her skin. He had to taste her, so he lightly ran his teeth over her skin just barely puncturing her to let some of her sweet and slightly bitter juice run into his mouth. He moaned at the taste of her.
He pulled back slightly and looked at the puncture marks he had made. He had marred her perfection, but it only served to inflame his passion. He had been the one to mark her. She was his and his alone.
He put the apple back up to his mouth and he couldn't help himself. He had to taste more of her. He put his teeth back to the punctures he had already made and bit her through taking a full bite of firm green skin and soft white flesh.
He moaned again and louder. Her juice burst into his mouth and ran down his chin to drip on his bed. After the initial bite, Draco could not help himself. He continued to bite her and mark her.
Finally he reached the bitter core. He looked at his once perfect apple with sadness in his eyes. She was gone. He had destroyed everything that was good about her, leaving the bitter center. He did the only thing he could do at that moment. He tossed her in the rubbish bin.
Draco removed the silencing charm from his bed and unlocked his door to return to the common room. He saw that the fruit was back on the table where it belonged, only this time there was no perfect apple with the rest of them. He would find another one. He always did. Hopefully the next one would last longer.