Okay, so, out of boredom of Drapple, I made this new ship up a few months ago. It amused me, so I wanted to go deeper into it. (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!) So I wrote this! Enjoy! SPREAD DRINGLE!
After the war, Draco was forced to live as a muggle. He lived in a muggle neighborhood, with muggle neighbors, he even got a dog. His parents lived in the house across the street, though they rarely ever came out of their house. They hated muggles, and everything about them. After living with them for about a year or so, Draco found he didn't hate them as his parents had raised him to. They weren't all that bad, muggles.
One day, while at a muggle market, something caught Draco's eye. A red cylinder container with a happy, round face on it. The face was white with a large brown mustache and a red bow-tie just under it. Something about that man's face attracted Draco to it so. Without thinking about it, he grabbed it and tossed it in. Then a green container. And a yellow. And purple. Soon enough, he had one of every color in his shopping cart.
"Got enough Pringles there, mate?" the boy at the counter asked, his eyes traveling over the containers. Draco shrugged and handed the boy the money due.
Once home, Draco grabbed a container at random. Cheddar cheese in a right orange cylinder. The white face's black eyes dared him to open it. So he did. He pulled one of the orange chips out and tentatively placed it on his tongue. The delicious taste of cheese soared around in his mouth, making his stomach rumble and a content groan escape his Pringle-filled mouth. He quickly devoured that can, then moved onto one marked loaded baked potato.
Can by can, chip by chip, he was down to the first one he grabbed. The red can. Original. He ate one. The salty chip was heavenly, and he loved it deeply. That can soon was gone, too.
From that day forward, every time we went to the market, Draco'd get Pringles. Usually every can until he married and his wife put her foot down. But even then, he still had his great love of Pringles chips, and would buy one can at a time. His son, Scorpius, would always ask if they had any Pringles and his father would snap, "No! Go to your room!" As soon as his son was gone, he'd open that heavenly cylinder and savor every crisp bite.
I hope you were amused and tickled by my insanity!