AN: Just a short Drapple fic for fun, my friend asked me to write one. ;)
‚Oh my god, this day has as big chance to be good as that McGonagall will come drunk to our lesson while playing bagpipes,' Draco thought while walking to the Great Hall for breakfast. He poked the group of terrified first years standing in his way and entered the Hall. He walked casually to the Slytherin table and pierced the Golden Trio with his gaze. He sat and looked what was on the plates this morning. Something sweet, something disgusting, something-what-the-hell-is-this?... Isn't there something good for god's sake?!
And then his eyes laid on the beautiful shape. Those curves… That soft fresh flesh… He started wondering how it would feel to press his lips firmly on the green sweetness. He reached for the Apple and stroked him softly. Then he took him in the hand and resigned to the sensation he felt pulsing through the Apple. He closed his eyes and moved his hand with Apple to his mouth. He tenderly licked the peel and then grazed his teeth across it. Soft moan escaped his lips.
People around him fell silent and gradually the whole Great Hall just shut their mouths and watched how their young Malfoy is moaning like his father used to with a banana when he was a student.
Draco's eyes opened and panic glistened in them. What the hell is he going to do to get out of this with a good reputation?! All of the eyes in Hogwarts are glaring at him. Wait! Not all the eyes…
There was a quick sound of bagpipes. All the heads turned to the source. The side door next to the teacher's table opened loudly and unsteady figure rushed through them singing some old Scottish song while unintentionally pouring Scottish Whisky on the ground. Damn. Drunk McGonagall.