Author's Note: Hello. This is a Drapple drabble. Obviously, this is crack. Of course, I do not own Harry Potter.
Some say that true love is nonexistent. Some say that there is a true love for every person. Yet others claim that true love exists for a chosen few – the selected, the lucky, the saviors of humanity. This particular type of love transcends all boundaries and prevails throughout all obstacles, soaring through time and space and ignoring all naysayers.
Such was the situation between one Draco Malfoy and his true love. No matter what anyone said, nothing could separate them. Nothing. And Draco would make damn well sure of it for as long as he lived.
The cool, crisp autumn air found Draco and his true love sitting and enjoying each other's company underneath a majestic tree, one that would soon bear fruit. Draco leaned back and against the tree and caressed his love.
He spoke. "My sweet, my dear, my one true love, this is where it all began." He halted his melodious voice and gazed at his love. "This is the tree from which you came."
The apple stared back at him, saying nothing. It didn't need to. Their love transcended even the boundary of speech. Draco smiled softly at it, wondering at his immense luck at finding such true love.
"The Dark Lord will never be able to ruin what we have," he whispered soothingly to it. "Snape has taught me enough Occlumency to make sure of it, I promise." The apple shook slightly, and he smoothed his hands over it in reassurance. "Don't worry, my love. Nothing will happen to us."
A few moments of pure bliss passed in which Draco and his apple simply sat in companionable silence. "My dear, do you remember how we met all those years ago? My third year. Oh, what a year it was," he sighed. "It was the day that oaf Hagrid decided to kill us all with that evil hippogriff, and right before I was sent to the hospital wing, I saw you. Shining so bright, and so beautiful. I just had to pick you up." Draco moved slightly and held his precious apple in his hands. "You know, my sweet, that I love you." The apple shifted up towards him and twitched in a display of love. Draco could not do anything but marvel at such true love.
Certain types of love were simply meant to be, and this was one of them. Perhaps one day, Draco and his apple could show their pure, sweet love to the world and have nobody mock its preciousness. But for now, all they could do was revel in the fact that their love was true, and nothing else.