A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is a holiday gift fic for Arianna (arcane illusions )
I hope you love this fic and it makes you laugh!
Word Count: 1047
The tower loomed before him, a tall spirally thing created out of dark colored bricks. It ended with a spike glistening in the dying sunlight. A shiver went down his spine. This was the place. This was where she was being held. He blinked back tears of longing, of frustration. He wanted nothing more than to charge in there, sword raised and rescue his love. However, the night was falling fast. It would not do to make a mistake now. Not when he'd come so far and was finally here. Draco looked around, surveying the woods. There was a slight clearing to his left. He would camp here for the night. He gave one last longing look at the towering tower and its Heaven reaching spire.
"Soon, my love, soon," he whispered, knowing the promise his words held. Draco swept the clearing, cutting down a few brier bushes before setting his tiny camp. He knew his father had heard about his quest to rescue his love. He was sure his father had laughed about it. In his own kingdom, he was called 'Draco the Foolish', for his love. It was forbidden, it was wrong, they all said. Draco ignored them. He'd give up the throne if that was what it took to stay with his love forever. He knew she was waiting for him and he prayed to the stars and constellations above that she wasn't too lonely. What if she had forgotten him? It had been months since they had last locked eyes upon one another. What if...
No! He had to push those thoughts from his mind. She had to remember him, that's all there was to it. He loved her so much and he knew she returned those feelings.
Night fell casting shadows across the camp. Draco was sure he heard whispers at one point, but nothing came of it. Mayhaps he had finally fallen asleep? He knew he had slept at one point because of dreamed of holding her in his arms. Her rosy skin glowing with health as he kissed her only to wake up shivering as the fire had died during the night. Draco glanced at the sky. It would be light soon enough and soon, very soon, his dream of holding her again would come to fruition.
Once the sun had risen a fiery ball over the barren horizon, Draco was on his feet with his sword in hand. He walked towards the tower, his heart beating loudly with every step. He knew this wouldn't be easy. Finally he reached the door to the tower. It was covered in sharp thorned vines. He sliced through them one by one. The door was wooden with iron crossing it. He pounded against its locked frame. It didn't budge beneath his efforts. Draco took a step back, looking at the rest of the tower. There was a window higher than he could reach. Still, it was a way in. Draco sheathed his trusty sword and started climbing the dark bricks of the tower. One by one he climbed, sweat dripping down his face as the sun continued to rise until it hung a golden ball of blazing heat above his head. More than once his fingers slipped and Draco frantically grappled to find another hand hold. He could see the window ledge looming above him. He could not give up hope. She was there, she was waiting for him. He had to save her from this fate. His fingers gripped the cool stone of the window ledge. With the last bit of his strength, Draco pulled himself into the tower. He tumbled through the window, rose to his feet and dusted himself off. His hand flew to his sword, ready to fight for his love if need be. A quick look around the small room told him he was in no immediate danger. Still, Draco's grasp on his sword didn't relax. He knew there was a chance there was still unseen danger. He spotted his love across the room. She was still, laying on a large wooden slab. He crossed the room quickly and silently. She didn't move as Draco reached her. His heart pounded seeing her like this. She had lost her rosy glow, the essence of what made her her. Quickly, Draco bent down, kissing her passionately, pulling her to his chest. His fingers curled against her flesh, slowly returning its color.
"I have found you, my love, my beautiful apple," he whispered, kissing her again. The tower rumbled beneath him. Draco slid his apple into his soft leather satchel. His hand curled around his sword once more. This was it, this was the battle he had been fearing. He kept his eyes around the room as he made his way to the door. It wasn't locked from this side. He swung his sword causing it to fall open to reveal the long spiral set of stairs.
"I've got you now," Draco promised, his fingers brushing against the apple shaped bulge in his bag. He started down the stairs, only to find a landing about ten steps down. There he saw his love's biggest enemy. A blue bowl of oranges sat on a small table in the corner of the landing.
"You will pay for what you've done," Draco screamed, swinging his sword until the ground was wet with orange juice. Not a single orange remained whole. Draco sighed with relief as he sheathed his sword and claimed the shiny blue bowl as his reward. His apple would love to sit in it once he got her home safely.
"We can't go back to my palace, apple. My father has surely heard about my daring rescue of you, and will have disowned me for our love. We will find our own kingdom, my love, and we will be happy there having each other," he promised as he stole out of the tower, having completed his rescue. He slipped the apple from his bag, gave it another kiss and showed it the world outside the tower.
"We're free now, apple, we're free to love each other and be happy. And happy we will be," he promised carrying the apple back through the forest to find their new, and hopefully orange free, home.