Hermione opened the door and slid into the room, hoping she'd find Draco alone. "DRACO!" she yelped, "I thought you loved me."
The Slytherin boy turned around slowly, slightly caressing an apple. "She understands me, Hermione, can't you see? I'm happy. Don't you want me to be happy?" he begged for her understanding. "It's always been her," he whispered darkly.
"It's a bloody apple, Draco," she cried, "It can't give you what I can give you. We could be happy. We could be normal for a change. Instead you want to go traversing the world with that apple. I could be with you forever. I'll never…" she hesitated.
"SAY IT!" he spat.
"I'll never rot," she sobbed.
Draco looked her up and down. "That's clearly not true."
The brown, bushy haired girl looked at him with wide eyes. "I thought you loved me," she said, quietly. "I thought we'd be together forever and ever."
"You thought wrong, Granger," he faced her directly. "What would a 'normal' man choose? A frumpy brainiac or an apple?" She didn't answer. "Clearly any normal person would choose an apple over someone like you." Hermione began to exit the room when Draco suggested, "I mean..the three of us…we could go, you know…" with a smile.
"Draco! The three of us won't ever be doing anything! It's me or it, take your pick." As she said this, the door to the room swung open, and low and behold, Harry Potter appeared.
Harry opened the door and slid into the room, hoping he'd find Draco alone. "DRACO!" he yelped, "I thought you loved me."
"What! Harry, I told you, we can't do this Drarry shit anymore. It's Drapple forever now. It's meant to be." With this, Hermione began crying.
"BUT I'M THE CHOSEN ONE!" sobbed Harry.
"Not this time…"