Drapple
Draco Malfoy stood alone at the Yule Ball, longingly watching couples dance. He had asked Pansy, and she was ill that night. He didn't mind, he didn't even like her much. What Draco really wanted was an apple. His fingers flinched when he walked past the bowl of apples, but Draco remembered the letter he had received from his parents earlier that night. It read:
Dearest Draco,
It's your father here. We know about your attraction to those green apples. Just remember this: You are better than that. Even that mudblood Granger would be better. If you do so much as bite an apple we will disown you.
Hello Draco, this is your mother. Ignore your father. I will support you through your teenage years, no matter what. But it would be nicer to know you love a person, rather than an apple. What about that girl Pansy? Shes a pure-blood, and very pretty.
Remember what we said Drakey,
All our love, Mum and Dad. X
Draco shook his head and looked to his right. He saw the apples again, grass green with glistening drops of water on them. Dracos mouth watered and he couldn't resist the urge to pick one up any longer. He moved slowly over to the bowl, picked a very green one up and grinned at it. This was his moment, only his. Holding the apple to the light, he whispered, "Oh apple, I do love you." Draco couldn't see anyone, or anything, except his beloved apple. He smiled once more before bringing the apple down and pressed it gently on his lips. Draco glowed with happiness, and removed the apple from his lips. He saw his lip marks on the apple, and bit into it where it was marked. "This is amazing" He thought, while sucking the juice out happily. That was the best night ever.
So, this is a random one off, I dunno. :P