My first fanfiction. One-shot Drapple.
Best enjoyed while nibbling on something green ;)
Draco Malfoy swore loudly as the book he had been holding slipped from his grasp and collided with his toes. His platinum blonde hair fell into his eyes as he clutched his foot and jumped around on one leg. Things could not get worse. All he wanted was a break, the mission was tearing at him and the Dark Lord was breathing down his neck.
Worried that Mrs Norris, Filch or god-forbid his godfather Severus Snape would have heard his swearing, Draco pulled out his wand and accioed the book. Slowly and silently he walked down the dark hallway, hoping that this time it would work. It had to work, he had been at it for months and was so close. He could not fail; the dark lord would not forgive him, and he feared what would happen if he hadn't fixed it by the next time he was called. He shivered as he remembered the last summons. He had been tortured extensively, he could take that, it was his mother's broken expression he couldn't handle.
He swore again, all was Potters fault and his father's fault. Why did he have to go and align himself with that madman? The department of mysteries was truly a fiasco, he could have kept his mask on, could have taken the prophesy by force, could have not dropped it... Fool!
Finally getting to his destination, Draco paced back and forth until the door appeared. He sighed as he entered, seems like people are very forgetful, every time he entered there were new items littering the floors and walls. Irritated he kicked away a ball that blocked his path and headed for the cabinet.
What is that? A bowl of... Apples? Lusciously green and fresh apples covered a small bowl sat on a bench next to the cabinet. Did someone loose a bowl of apples? How do you manage to do that?
Draco ignored the bowl and started working on the cabinet. He had been working at it for a long time and was getting seriously frustrated. Pearls of sweet lined his neck and temple, and occasional pearl slid down onto his dark shirt. Draco shrugged of his robe and rolled up his sleeves, just a tad, he didn't want to look at the disgusting mark that disfigured his otherwise flawless body. He was ready to try it again, putting in a used book he waited for it to return. His gaze fell to the delicious apples and he could swear they looked newly washed as some water pearls glistened on the green and tight skin. Licking his lips, he was about to reach out and grab one when the cabinet rustled.
He opened the cabinet door holding in a praying breath. The book seemed intact, it seemed to have the same colour. He reached down and grabbed it. It must have worked! It worked! A small smile appeared, and he felt giddy. He had succeeded! He flipped through the book, everything seemed fine. No robber language, last time he had been just as excited until it turned out the printing had shifted into the robber language where every consonant had doubled and inserted an o in between. It was perfectly readable this time. He had to try it again. He pulled out a mouse he caught in the dungeons and put it in the cabinet.
He waited and waited, it seemed to take forever this time. It rustled. Draco prayed, oh if his father could see him now, but he did pray. He reached for the handle, gulped and pulled the door open in one fast go. The mouse bounded out, trying to escape his confines but Draco was a seeker, nothing could escape him. He easily caught the mouse and it squealed. He looked at it with intensity, it seemed to be fine. Same beige fur, all limbs intact, same beady eyes.
"Woho!" He jumped and fisted the air, scaring the little mouse that wriggled out of his grasp. Draco didn't care about the mouse anymore, he had done it! He had fixed the cabinet! He would succeed and be rewarded.
He did a small victory dance, no one could possible witness it, so nothing held him back. As he twirled around something green and glistening caught his eye. The apples. He stopped and looked at then with hungry eyes. Eagerly his tongue darted out and moistened those rosy lips. Slowly he approached and stood in front of them staring down, so delicate so fresh. His mouth was watering, and he swallowed. Fingers itched, and he reached out his hand and felt the smooth, wet velvet like skin under the tips of his fingers. His fingers glided and enclosed the firm, round and green orb. He had it in his grasp and pulled it up to his mouth, the smell was sweet and watery. He opened his mouth and bit down.
His teeth met some small resistance before the skin ripped and sweet fruit juice fell upon his tongue. He glided easily through the flesh and separated a piece. His eyes had closed, and a small moan erupted from low in his belly as the piece was savoured in his mouth. He chewed and sucked, the fruit end flesh combined into a most perfect combination. He moaned and went in for another bite.
It had been the best of days for Draco Malfoy.
