A\N: I do not own Draco Malfoy. Pigments is a shop I made up, feel free to borrow it as you feel.

The Golden Snitch, Ollivander's Wand Challenge

Apple: Write about Drapple. You heard me

Draco studied the canvas. It was a soft cream color with a small swirl pattern made into the fabric. He held it against his skin and nodded.

"Yes, this will work perfectly. Bag it up!" A small witched nodded wrapping the canvas carefully. Draco paid for the canvas, arranged to have it sent to manor, and proceeded to the next shop.

Pigments advertised the largest selection of paints and rare inks.

"Good morning, Mister Malfoy, how may I assist you today?"

"Show me all your reds." The shop keep sighed.

"There are over a hundred of them."

"I would hope so, you advertise the largest selection. Ten at a time will be fine." The shop keep nodded and started bringing out paint after paint. After selecting nearly thirty reds, Draco did the same with the yellows, greens and pinks.

"Will this be all, sir?"

"Also, my usual order."

"Yes, sir." Draco smiled as he paid.

"Have them sent to manor with a set of your finest brushes."

"Of course sir."

"Two more stops," Draco stated leaving the paint shop. He bought a frame, the size of the canvas at the next shop. It was gold with branches and apples decorating the sides. The witch in charge just shook her head. She had been at Hogwarts the same time as Draco and had heard a few rumors about his eccentricities.

"Perfect!" he announced having it also sent to the manor. He had been looking forward to the last stop all day.

"Business before pleasure," his father used to tell him. Today, he heeded those words precisely. He stepped down an alley, quickening his pace. He checked his watch, a gold pocket watch with an apple engraved on the lid. She would be leaving soon, he needed to hurry before he missed. If he missed her, then this whole day would have been for naught.

A quick glance at the emptying street made his heart pound, most the other stalls had closed for the evening and there were only a handful so shop carts. About ten feet away he saw a witch with black hair wearing a red skirt. She was still here. He smiled, this was going to be a good day after all. He wanted to run to her, but he managed to retain his composure.

"Mister Malfoy. It is good to see you, even at this late hour."

"I am beyond glad I caught you. Do you still have it?"

"Yes, of course," the witch answered pulling a large wooden crate from under her sales cart. "Would you like to see?" Draco nodded and watched as she cracked the crate open giving him a peek inside.

"Perfect." He handed her a large sack of coins.

"Have a good evening, Mister Malfoy." Draco apparated, holding the crate, back to the manor, where his previous purchases were waiting for him. He snapped his fingers and summoned a house elf. The elf looked at Draco, the large crate and the painting supplies.

"Again, Master Draco."

"Yes, just let me pose." Draco changed into an emerald colored velvet robe. It came to his knees, he tied the sash loosely revealing a large portion of his chest. He laid across the window seat, black curtains hanging behind him.

"Release the beauty," he ordered. The house elf rolled his eyes as he opened the crate. A hundred apples, in various hues of reds, greens, and yellows, tumbled across the window sill, surrounding Draco. He picked up a red one, gently took a bite. He nodded, holding the apple in his hand.

"Now, paint my love and I!" he ordered the house elf. The elf sighed and thanked the stars Draco wasn't naked this time.