A/N So this would be my first FanFiction. This idea is based off Drapple and there will be some Ginny/Harry and Pansy/Ron. All rights goes to J.K. Rowling. Enjoy!
"Ginny, you will be forever the apple to my eye, and forever is exactly the way I want us to be."
Coincidentally, somewhere else in the Wizarding London, another man was saying something along the same lines.
"While most would say that the fallen apples from a tree are easy pickings, I disagree. Those apples are just bruised and broken. They are truly beautiful, except they just need someone who will find their beauty. Pansy, you are beautiful. Will you be mine?"
In the middle of a farmers market, once again, there was another man proclaiming his love.
'Granger, I will climb up a damn tree to get you down. Was there some muggle quote that said something like, "Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don't want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that isn't so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top because they value quality." Well I'm man enough to get you. I'm not sure how do say this any other way, but will you marry me?'
"Harry? Why did you decorate this apple with red hair? Are you okay?"
"Ummm, well I wanted to make you some art? Insert awkward silence. Hey! Aren't we late for Sunday brunch?"
"Ronald Weasley! What has that poor apple done to you? You did not just bruise every single piece of fruit that I just picked!"
"Draco, you have got to try these…are you proposing to an apple! What is wrong with you? I mean, I did say I didn't like the color green too much, but to propose to that thing? I thought I was the only woman in your life?"
"Well this didn't go as planned."