Deserted and forbidden, the corridors of Hogwarts were silent. Even ghosts didn't really roam the place this fine night. And those that did were sooner gone than they came. Perfect conditions for sneaking, concluded Draco Malfoy.
Pulse racing, Draco made his way down one of the many stone corridors. His echoing footsteps seemed maximised in volume, as they snatched away the perfect silence. They made him feel uneasy, paranoid - I mean, what if he got caught?! His father would hear about it, as would his mother. The Potter boy would, too, and oh the heart break that he'd feel. I mean, Draco was CHEATING on him, right?
Yes, that he was. Then again, Potter always did like his bad boys, as he so screamed during hardcore butt sex.
Still attempting silence, Draco found himself outside the Room of Requirement. Oh, the memories of this room… The Granger girl's undergarments strewn across its floor. The Weasleys' mother's red, greying curls being raked through with his pale fingers. Oh, and who could forget Dobby's tea cosy completely soaked with Draco's own spunk?
Yes, you could call Draco Malfoy a player, a manslag or whatever you wanted. But no one, and I repeat no one, could not get wet over his blonde hair and perfect abs. Even the Potter boy, couldn't resist, which was who he was dating at the moment. They acted happy together in public, despite Draco having his eyes elsewhere.
As Draco circled thrice, the thoughts ran through his mind. This time, it was different to the other people. He wasn't sneaking out to meet some person he'd bang then ditch for another crummy fan fiction ship. No, this time… He truly felt love and desire. In his heart. This time… It was true love.
The doors creaked open and within, he found his true love, waiting for him.
Yes, dearies. Perched upon a mahogany stool that Effie and he sometimes shared, was…
An apple. A Bright green, beautiful apple, freshly picked and crisp. He collapsed next to it, unable to resist, before he raked its tongue along its green, smooth skin.
"Have you been waiting long, babes?" he whispered, his lips grazing it. Of course, the apple had no reply. "It turns me on when you're so quiet, you know," he says, afterwards, moaning and closing his eyes. "I won't tell Indi if you don't tell Harry, you know."
Once again, silence bounces back.
Draco, as he mentioned, adored the apple's silence. Any silence filled with romance is bliss to him now - I mean, after hearing Bellatrix's attempted pick ups, anything would be. Draco nuzzled into the apple once more, before he sunk his teeth into it.
"I love you," he whispers, starting to devour the apple whole.
The romance, of he and the apple… It reminded him of Bella and Edward. He just longs to sink his teeth into the apple and rip it apart, whilst naked on top of a bed.
That's technically Edward's goals in Breaking Dawn, no? Be honest, twihards.
But then again, whatever you say the couple are alike to, no one can beat their love.
Not Snapple.
Not Wolfstar.
Heck, even Snarry!
They were an irreplaceable ship. The true big momma of all shippings ever. For they, Draco and the apple were the two tastiest beings ever. I should know.
Draco continued to lick the apples core through the night. He was found the next morning, rolling in an apple orchard, with a swollen stomach and no pants. Potter was very pleased to see him like that, for some reason.
The Potter boy was always slightly... Weird.