Ah... the last drapple of the story. R&E&R!
All was calm around the Great lake, right after a surprise Transfiguration test.
Everyone was thankfully taking off their shoes and socks and loosening ties as they jotted down a letter to a relative, the beginning of a long report of a random seed of inspiration in a journal.
Nobody was mad at one another. The Golden Trio and The Slytherin-Trio-not-Counting-Cronies stayed far apart, to accommodate for prevention of death in crossfire.
Then Ron Weasely set Pansy Parkinson's books on fire.
After a full ten minutes of yelling and arguing between the two parties, and five more of merciless hexing, I stepped in.
"Why don't we settle this in a way that will make everyone forget this little incident?"
Before they could reply, I took an apple out of my pocket and held it up to Draco.
"Ferrets like apples", I stage whispered, "As long as you approach slowly, without owls in sight"
I threw the apple a foot away, and declared, "Fetch, Ferret, food! Sustenance!", and gestured to the apple.
"ALICE!"
"DRAPPLE FOREVER!"
Review if you now ship Drapple, or ever have, and point me in the direction of any good ones! R&E&R!