I discovered this pairing a couple of days ago and just couldn't resist… us fans are so creative. Anyway, I don't own the Harry Potter series.
It started like any other relationship starts: quietly and slowly, but it soon developed into something neither participant had expected. It was beautiful, it was passionate; it was Drapple.
Draco Malfoy looked upon the green apple lying in his palm. It looked so ripe and plump, and he couldn't resist it. He lightly tossed it-no, her-into the air, watching her spin before delicately plopping back into his hand. Draco inhaled her sweet scent, his mouth watering, and his eyes closing.
"You going to eat it or romance it, Malfoy?" One of the twin Weasels jeered. Draco's eyes snapped open, glaring at the Weasels before him.
"Well that's none of your business, now is it?" He was too disoriented and distracted by the apple to conjure much else to say. The Weasels walked away laughing as Draco silently slipped the apple into his pocket for later. He refused to acknowledge the pang of something akin to yearning as he did so.
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Draco Malfoy was hungry. There were yet a few hours until dinner, and his stomach grumbled quite loudly. He drowned out the ramblings of that stupid oaf Hagrid trying to teach Care of Magical Creatures, and reached into his pocket. There he found the round apple that he had all but forgotten about until then.
His mouth watered again as he recalled its sweet aroma, and his hunger sharpened. Draco raised the fruit to his mouth, and caressed it sweetly with his lips and tongue; his teeth scraping against the skin. He yearned to bite into the expanse of white flesh, and so he did… It was heavenly. Juices ran down his chin, filling his mind with all thoughts of the apple.
Meanwhile, Hermione Granger glared at that little apple that was captivating the young heir. "The damn thing gets more attention from him than I do," she whispered under her breath.
"What was that?" Ron whispered back to her, a bit too loudly. Other students shushed him as Hermione shook her head as if to say that it was nothing.
Draco found himself being snapped out of the trance that the apple had put him in as Goyle jostled him a bit accidentally. Somewhat disgusted with himself and not thinking, he tossed the apple in the direction of a random bush.
As soon as he had done it, Draco regretted it. Panic rose up in his throat suddenly, threatening to choke him. He glanced around hoping to catch sight of the apple once again, but could not.
And the young Malfoy heir mourned his lost love.
