Draco stroked the apple seductively down its spine. Or he would, if only his precious apple actually had a spine.
Being in a relationship with an apple was difficult in many ways. The urge to take a bite of his lover was probably the worst. Not to mention the fear that his beautiful fruit would one day rot.
He looked it into its eyes, not really knowing what to do. He couldn't imagine a life without his beautiful apple by his side.
Its peel shone in the daylight. The way it reflected the sunlight was more than amazing. He found it hard to breathe when he looked at the perfection that surrounded it.
He had been trying to deny the truth. Ever since he first fell in love, he knew that there was no turning back, even though he wouldn't admit to the rest of the Hogwarts student that he intended to spend the rest of his days with an apple by his side.
Draco sighed and decided that it would be better if he kept the relationship a secret, at least for now.
He took a deep breath and looked right into the stem of the apple that he couldn't describe as anything but stunningly beautiful.
"I've been thinking", his voice was tense; as if there was something he had been holding in for a long time.
"I think we should keep our relationship a secret…" The apple didn't reply. It just existed in his hand, but that was one of the things Draco enjoyed most about it. It never interrupted him and spoke with words of stupidity like so many humans he knew had a bad habit of doing.
He pulled the apple closer to his chest, breathing passionately into the apple peel that was cold and slightly wet due to the morning dew.
"It's not like I don't love you, because you know that I do"…
"It's just that I don't know how the others would react. They think I'm incapable of loving anyone, and they would lose respect for me if they knew I was in love".
The apple didn't reply. It just lay in his hands, doing what apples do best: existing.
"Why won't you reply?" Draco whispered with a voice that longed for the loving words from one particular apple, but he never got any. He had always been the talking one in the relationship.
"You never told me your opinion about this. Are you even sure that you love me"?
A long, awkward silence followed, as neither of them had anything to say. Not that the apple actually was capable of speaking, due to the fact that it didn't have a mouth or lungs (or even a brain).
Draco got up from the bed they were sitting on and gave the apple (that was still laying on the pillow) a furious look.
"If you aren't going to do anything, this won't work! When you act like that, everything feels so one-sided"…
For a moment they were just staring at each other. Then Draco quickly turned around and ran out through the door, with eyes filled with tears of regret.