A/N: This is our first fic, reviews are most definently welcome! Thanks!xx

p.s there's quite a bit of Slash here

- Dante Pierre

Draco couldn't be happier. He had an awesomely powerful dad that he could use as a threat to get anything he wanted. He was rather close with the Dark Lord, but Dumbledore saw promise in him; so Draco could fall back on either side and still be welcomed no matter what. But best of all, Draco had Apple. Draco had rescued the lovely Apple from a street vendor one day in Hogsmeade and then immediatly had fallen in love with it.

Things had always been awkward between Apple and Draco afterwards, but one day when Draco told Apple how he felt about it, everything had changed. They started dating vigorously and even slept with each other from time to time.

Draco and Apple would spend every possible minute together, doing everything imaginable from watching the sunset together, to having romantic meals in the candlelight, to taking Fluffy the three-headed dog on long, majestic walks. Draco and Apple were truly the perfect, star-crossed lovers.

One morning, Draco woke up after a night of exciting adventures around Hogwarts with Apple. A Tempus charm told him it was only six in the morning, enough time to share a few moments with Apple before he headed to breakfast. He looked into his arms expecting to see Apple, awake and ready to start the weekend, but instead he saw the most grotesque sight imaginable.

"Apple, Apple?" Draco said, tentatively poking his love as panic arose.

"APPLE! NOOOOOOO!" Draco practically screamed as he sat up and cradled a now rotting and disgusting piece of fruit in his hands. He stroked it, as if he were comforting Apple in it's last moments for life.

"Don't leave me!" Draco whispered, "Don't..." He jumped to his feet, discarding his lifeless lover in the mess of blankets on his bed, as he ran away from the dorm, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

Draco sprinted through the Slytherin dungeons and up to the Astronomy Tower; where he finally collapsed to his knees, buried his head in his hands and let pitiful sobs wrack through his body.

"Malfoy?" Draco looked up at the frightenly familiar voice to see the one and only Chosen One staring down at his with a look of utter disbelief imprinted on his face.

"What in Merlin's name do you want, Potter?" he spat as he dropped his head back down.

"Malfoy, are you crying?!"

"It doesn't take a genius to figure that out, Fuckwit. I suppose you're going to mock me and then tell the whole school how pathetic I am." Harry ignored Draco's words and instead sat down, cross legged in front of him.

"Why are you crying?" asked Harry gently.

"Didn't know you cared, Potter."

"Well, now you know."

"What the fuck are you on?"

"You're stalling, Malfoy."

"Go away."

"I cry sometimes too."

"If you think I give a hippogriff's arse, you're wrong." Harry chose to ignore the last statement and instead pressed on.

"I cried when I first defeated Voldemort." Draco cringed at the name, but still raised his head slowly and looked expectantly at Harry, his eyes still brimming with unshed tears, waiting for him to continue.

"I felt horrible because Voldemort offered me my parents, but I declined. I felt as though I threw away an opportunity to get my family back. It wasn't until third-year that I figured out he was lying to me."

"..."

"..."

"Why do you care anyways?" Draco demanded.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked slightly confused.

"Why aren't you running away and telling the school that the Malfoy Heir is crying? You know, you could easily ruin my reputation like that."

"Oh, that, because I feel awful when other people cry. And I -erm- sortakindalikeyou." Harry mumbled, half hoping Draco would hear him.

"What was that?"

"Erm...nothing."

"Uh huh."

"Um...yeah...so why were you crying?"

"Are, Potter, not were. I'm still very much so sobbing on the inside."

"Ok... then why... are you crying?"

"I'm crying... because... because... App-Apple is-is-is...dead." Draco finally managed to choke out as tears started trailing down his cheeks again.

"Wha-oh. OOOOHHH. I'm so sorry for your, umm, loss, Mal-Draco." Harry wiped away the tears from Draco's face with his thumbs.

"Don't cry Draco. Apple is in a better place now. You gave it a meaning in life, I'm sure Apple regretted nothing." Harry said softly, trying to comforted the trembling Slytherin. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him into a hug; expecting the Slytherin to shove him away, but surprisingly, Draco didn't seem to mind.

"There, there, Draco. It's gonna be alright." Harry whispered soothingly while awkwardly rubbing Malfoy's back. Finally after a while of bawling into Potter's shoulder, Draco seemed to have run out of tears.

"Thanks." Draco mumbled as he picked himself up and walked towards the exit.

"Least I could do. I mean you just los-yah. Your welcome, Malfoy." Harry watched Draco as he left, hoping that they wouldn't go back to hating each other.

Once Draco reached his dorm, he gently picked up Apple and set it on his desk. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and sat down as he began to write a letter to his father.

Dear Father,

I write to you today to inform you of the unfortunate passing of my dearly beloved Apple. I woke up this morning to find it empty of life, I do not expect your condolences, since you have made it quite clear that Malfoy's are not empathetic. This being said, I would still appreciate it if you could find a proper resting spot for my love. You will find Apple in the package that should have arrived with this letter. Give Mother my love and please tell her not to worry, I will manage on my own.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Pleased with his work, Draco rolled up his letter and tied it with a ribbon. He then carefully wrapped up Apple in some parchment and attached it along with the tightly-rolled letter to his owl's leg.

"Give this to father, Apollo. And try to be quick about it." With that Draco's tawny yellow owl took off with a hoot and flew out the window, towards Malfoy Manor. Draco watched the bird fly, wondering whether he had made a mistake sending Apple to Lucius.

Draco was walking through the empty halls to class Monday morning, when he spotted Harry walking around a corner.

"Potter! Harry! Wait!" He shouted after the Gryffindor. The Chosen One stopped with a suddenly and turned around. Malfoy ran up to him and pulled him into an empty classroom.

"I need to tell you something." Draco started, without his usual Malfoy drawl.

"Ok..."

"I've gotten over Apple."

"...umm...good for you?"

"I'm not finished, I also heard what you said to me."

"I said a lot of things, which one are you referring to?"

"The 'Erm.. I like you' thing."

"Oh...that."

"Yeah. I, umm, just wanted to say, erm, that I sorta kinda return your... feelings." Draco managed to stammer out.

"That's...sorta kinda good...I guess."

"I suppose...umm...yeah."

"Yeah..." Harry muttered, unsure of what to say next. Then he remembered, actions spoke louder than words.

After a moments hesitation, Harry grabbed Draco by the shoulders and crashed their mouths together in a heated, at first awkward, kiss. Draco responded almost immediately, after he got over the initial shock. He parted his lips under Harry's prying tongue. Their kiss grew more and more heated by the second; they're tongues battling for dominance. Harry pushed Draco against the wall as Draco's hands twisted into Harry's hair, both actions pulling similar moans of pleasure from the boys. After quite a long and fiery-passion filled snog, they finally broke apart in need of air.

"D-Draco, are we boyfriends now?" Harry panted, breathless.

"I think that's a good explanation of this... relationship. Now shut up and kiss me again." Harry did just that.