Hi! This is a one-shot story about Draco falling in love, falling in love with an apple to be more precise. It's a joke, really, everything (setting, dialogue) came to me in a LONG car drive. I've heard the "Drapple" idea before so I'm totally not saying I came up with "Drapple" or anything. I know it's pretty bad so I'm sorry. Please comment for feedback! It's hard to write a love story between a human and a piece of fruit. ;)
He was over-worked. He was too sleep-deprived He was going crazy. Those were the only excuses Draco could come up for his recent actions. Standing in the Room of Requirement, he clenched his pale hand around an apple. The apple. His apple. Even by himself, Draco could feel the cold breath of Lord Voldemort on his unprotected neck. He quickly swung his other hand up and clapped it over his neck. No one was really behind him, he knew that, but the thought of Lord Voldemort put all his senses and fears on steroids. He stood a while longer, replaying the haunting words over and over in his mind.
" Kill him, boy, kill Dumbledore and free your father."
It must of been hours later when Draco woke up. He was passed-out on the cold stone floor. He felt the apple warm in his hand. Sitting up, he set his apple in front of him. It was silly what he was doing, if Potter saw him, he'd be ridiculed beyond belief. He didn't have anyone to confide in, not even a little book like Ginny Weasley had in her 1st year. He knew that writing could be found, but words only lasted a second in the air. With this logic, Draco swallowed his pride and felt his last shred of dignity fade away as he talked to the apple.
He talked and talked to the apple, telling the apple everything going on. The apple was quite a good listener, Draco felt a surge of gratitude for the apple's listening skills. The apple was actually very pretty, with its shiny skin and red glow. Draco felt himself open himself up to his apple, all his feelings and thoughts on the line.
He started carrying the apple around wherever he went, refusing to let his apple out of his line of sight.
One day, Neville accidentally ran into Draco, knocking the apple to the ground and getting mud on the apple's lovely red skin.
"I'm really sorry." stuttered Neville nervously as he watched Draco with round,worried eyes. Draco didn't even think about lashing out at Neville, he was too engrossed with his apple.
He scooped up the apple immediately and started to polish the skin with his robes. "There, there." He muttered lovingly to his apple as he cleaned it.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were watching Draco when it happened.
"Bloody strange,it is." Ron said, his eyes widening as Harry and Hermione laughed uncontrollably with silent giggles.
Draco began to forget his duty to Lord Voldemort, killing Dumbledore was the LAST thing on his mind. Professor Snape began to follow Draco around, asking him about his job.
"Draco, this is important, please, tell me your plan." Snape said, looking at Draco with a sort of pleading in his eyes.
"I don't have a plan." Draco replied, staring lovingly into the red object in his palm.
"You don't have a plan?!" Snape nearly shouted as his face flamed up.
"No, Professor." Draco said, not looking up from his palm.
"Why not?" Snape demanded.
"I'm in love, that's all." Draco stated, smiling happily. Snape looked at him with disgust as Draco strode away, a sort of spring in his step.
As he walked outside into the warm, shining sun and singing birds, Draco spotted Potter. Maybe he'd go give him a hug.
Drapple. :)
