A/N: This is a one-shot Drapple fiction. I wrote it in Social Studies because History is boring so sorry if it's a bit stupid. Also, I have only been to NYC once and I've never seen the Big Apple so I'm hoping it's not too OOC for NYC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Draco looked around, amazed at how busy New York was. He almost missed the tranquility of Hogwarts. Almost, but not quite. He took one more look and then glanced at the map. He was looking for the perfect spot to sit down and bask in his love for it. Smiling, Draco folded the map and placed it in his bag. Then he walked straight into the crowd leaving Central Park.
Forty minutes later, he decided he was lost. He groaned. The map must be wrong, he thought. Draco pulled it out and traced the route with his index finger. He put away the map and headed in the direction he'd come from.
Finally, he arrived.
Draco felt himself tense in anticipation. He could almost smell her sweet scent. She might be gone, but some memories he'd never forget. He closed his eyes and let himself remember her skin. It had been a delightful shade of green among a sea of red. He opened his eyes again. He couldn't remember her taste. For a moment, he panicked. Then he remembered the contents of his bag. Draco reached in and pulled out a shiny, green Granny Smith apple. He sank his teeth into it. The juice dripped down his chin. Draco groaned in pleasure.
"Crazy tourists," muttered the passing New Yorkers. Draco ignored them all and finished his apple. Then he turned his gaze towards the giant apple. Draco gazed upon it iin wonder. He'd fallen in love all over again.