"Draco," said Crabbe, "you're hallucinating. Apples can't talk."
"Shut up! She can talk, she just said she loves me!" protested Draco Malfoy, protectively guarding his Apple.
"Why can't I hear the apple, then?" asked Goyle.
"Maybe she doesn't want to talk to you!" exclaimed Draco.
"She? Apples don't even have genders. You're an idiot, Draco. A real idiot!" said Crabbe.
"Go away! You don't understand! She's alive, she's talking to me!" Draco insisted.
So Crabbe and Goyle left the Slytherin boys' dormitory, laughing hysterically at Draco.
"No one understands," said Draco to Apple. "No one understands our special love."
"Don't worry, Draco. Our love is our secret. Just because I'm an apple doesn't mean I don't love you. They know nothing," Apple reassured Draco.
"I love you," said Draco. He felt this love deep down in his small Malfoy heart and it was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
"Draco," said Apple. "I have to ask one favor of you.."
"Anything, my love," said Draco.
"The moment I die, which should be soon, I want you to put me in your mouth, chew me, and swallow me."
Draco's jaw dropped. "You're dying soon? Why?"
"I am a very old apple. So old, in fact, that I have seen my mother tree grow two other batches of apples after me. So, Draco, I simply ask that you eat me when I die."
"Of- of course, Apple," said Draco. "How will I know when you're- you're- you're- d-dead?"
"My stem will go completely limp. It is then you will know when to eat me."
"Yes, d-darling," said Draco, and promptly burst into tears.
"Oh, my Draco, don't cry! You'll find another apple. Please don't cry!"
"I don't want another apple! I just want you!"
"Oh, Draco. There are better apples around. Now, I think I should go ahead and choose what my last words should be," said Apple.
"I love you," said Draco. "I love you so much... I don't ever want another apple. I know you're the only apple for me. I'll always remember you."
"But what about Arlene? And Antonia? And that other unnamed one?"
"Apple, those were nothing. I only thought I was in love. But Apple, this time I know. I can feel it in my heart. I love you."
"Oh, my Draco, I love you too. Now, I think I am about to die, I can feel it."
"No, Apple, don't go!" shouted Draco, sobbing.
"I love you, Draco," said Apple one last time, and her stem went completely limp.
Draco bent over her, weeping. He picked her up and slowly, softly, being careful not to disrespect her memory, he placed her in his mouth and fulfilled her dying wish.
"I love you, my darling, my true love, Apple."