*Crunch*
Draco took a bite out of a green granny smith apple.
He was sitting at his desk in the living room of his and Harry's apartment, doing some work on the new death eater case.
*Crunch*
Harry was sat on the couch, reading. He cringed inwardly at the next crunching sound. He looked over at Draco.
Draco was writing away so he didn't notice Harry's death glare.
*Crunch*
"Draco!" Harry finally snapped. "Do you have to crunch so loudly? Everyday you sit there and eat a goddamn apple! The noise is driving me insane!"
Draco looked shocked at Harry's outburst. He recovered quickly and laughed. "You're just jealous."
Harry gaped at him. "Of an apple?"
Draco nodded.
"Yea, like I'm real worried. What? Are you going to run away with it?"
"Maybe." Draco smiled, smugly.
"Great!" Harry said changing positions. "Then you can be the weirdo that married an apple. You can be known as Drapple."