A/N - I blame Ash for this. She doesn't know it yet, but I do. How else was I supposed to take the apple prompt? In case you didn't get that, crack lies ahead.
"I'll meet you after class, okay?" Draco said, a rare soft smile adorning his features. "Don't go anywhere." He walked, backwards, from the Common Room, never taking his eyes off its other occupant. He gave one last smile before he had to turn to climb through the door.
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Most of potions was spent in a daydream, wishing the end of class would arrive soon. His classwork didn't go well, but he had planned what they would be doing next Hogsmeade weekend. Maybe then, they could finally make things official; tell people how much they meant to each other, how this was something that would last for life.
He'd been hoping they could for months now, excited to tell his parents about their relationship; about how he had met his soulmate. It was with this thought that he noticed the cold stare directed at him and the absolute silence of the rest of the class.
"Mister Malfoy, how kind of you to join us," Professor Snape said once he saw he had Draco's attention. Draco felt his face heating up, and hoped the blush wasn't too evident.
"Y-yes Professor. Sorry, Sir," Draco stammered slightly. This almost never happened to him, and he wasn't quite sure how he should react.
"Twenty points from Slytherin," Snape said, giving him one last glare before turning back to the board. Draco let out the breath he had been holding and put all of his effort into paying attention to the remainder of class.
Time seemed to move slower than ever, and, if he didn't know better, he would assume his professor had charmed the clock as some form of sadistic punishment.
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By the time class finally came to an end, Draco felt as if he were losing his mind. He'd never felt so relieved when Snape finally sent them off with a twelve inch essay to write. He was one of the first out of the door, leaving his friends behind still packing their bags; he would apologise later. Or not. Either way, he doubted they'd care.
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He entered the Slytherin Common room, smile already forming, but instantly froze at the sight that greeted him. A boy, two or three years above him, was touching smooth skin he had no right to touch, using lips and teeth to-
"What the hell are you doing?" Draco yelled, finally gaining enough control over himself to speak. He could feel the panic, the fear, bubbling in his chest, threatening to escape in messy tears, and he choked back a sob.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" the boy asked, clearly irritated. Draco could have screamed at the callousness of this boy, but his throat had locked up once more. "I'm eating an apple. Merlin, I swear, you get touchier each year."
He was pulling out his wand before he even really knew what he was doing, pointing it with a shaking hand at the boy, half-formed curses already falling from his lips.
"Malfoy! Are you insane!" the boy yelled, leaping from his seat and dropping the apple in the process. Draco couldn't help the whimper as it fell to the floor, a large chunk missing, and rolled under the sofa. "You can go up to the kitchens and get another one," he said, seemingly unaware that he was simply fuelling Draco's rage. "It's just an apple."
Later, Draco wouldn't be able to tell you what happened next; he could just remember a blinding rage and a months worth or detention.
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Sometimes, he still found his thought turning to that apple. Like now, looking into the eyes of his soon-to-be-wife, and knowing that his feelings for her could never match those for his first love.