Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or this world. I do, however, own two apples, one green and one red. I would name them Draco and Harry, but I am going to eat them and it just seems a bit creepy.

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Apples—

There was something very crisp in the air on Friday morning, and Harry didn't feel like wasting the day trudging from classroom to classroom in the stuffy stone castle.

He'd done his homework the night before during detention, so he handed it to Hermione with a flash of the 'glistening eyes/trembling and pouty lips' combination that he'd found worked really well on her and begged her to turn it in for him and tell everyone he had a cold.

Harry knew Madame Pomphrey would be willing to help cover for him, so when Hermione agreed, he grinned and grabbed her in a quick one armed hug before throwing his invisibility cloak over his head and heading out to the Quidditch Pitch, broom in hand.

He thought he smelled something tangy-sweet in the halls but he gritted his teeth and kept moving. Harry didn't know what kind of spell Draco was using, but he wasn't in the mood for it today.

Bursting through one of the side doors out into the fresh air, Harry was immediately intoxicated with the freedom of it. Cloak still covering him and his broom he ran, laughing, from the castle to the Pitch.

When he got there he took off the cloak, shrinking it and storing it in his pocket, and let himself collapse on the jewel bright green grass. He stared up at the sky, then closed his eyes, picturing the tricks he would try up in the blue expanse.

"Sleeping, Potter?"

The drawling voice drew his attention, and then he noticed a cloud of that tangy scent. He opened is eyes slowly and saw the Slytherin blond haloed in sunlight standing over him.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Harry growled.

"Now, now," the Slytherin said. "None of that. I know you don't mean to follow through."

Harry was confused, but he didn't feel like asking questions. Instead he got up, brushing some grass off of his bottom, and took to the sky, leaving the blond Slytherin on the ground behind him.

Still, though he left Draco on the ground, thoughts of the boy kept spinning through his mind and he looked down periodically to see if he left. But he hadn't. Draco had settled into the hollow Harry's body left in the grass and taken up his pastime of staring into the clouds.

When the Slytherin didn't move for a few minutes Harry flew a bit closer. This didn't bring any response, so he landed his broom and walked over. He tried to make noise moving through the lush grass, but the Slytherin just muttered and rolled over.

"You're asleep?"

Draco mumbled again, then snorted quietly.

"No, you're not asleep. This is a trap. Crabbe and Goyle are probably hiding somewhere in the…" Harry looked around for cover large enough to camouflage the large Slytherins, but didn't see any. Undaunted, he went on, "Well they're probably out here somewhere, wand in hand, ready to attack me."

Draco's brow creased, his nose wrinkling like a sleepy kitten, and slowly his eyes opened.

"Potter, what are you on about?"

"You. You were out here lying in wait to attack me."

The blond yawned and closed his eyes again, "I wasn't lying in wait, Potter. I was lying asleep. Go back to your Wronski Feint and leave me be."

Harry watched the Slytherin stretch back out in the grass, shifting slightly and making small groans of comfort and relief, and started to feel slightly uncomfortable, intrusive.

Then he got upset. After all, he was at the pitch first, he had bribed his best friend and the school medi-witch to get out of classes. Why should he have to do what Malfoy was telling him?

"Shove over, Malfoy. I'm going to lie down as well."

The blond snorted, but Harry saw a small smirk ghost around the edges of his mouth as the blond moved a few inches over.

Not in the mood to fight, Harry lay down, making himself comfortable in the sun-warmed grass and slowly drifting to sleep.

A chill in the air woke him up, and as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes he noticed that the sun was lower in the sky than it had been, and Malfoy was gone.

But the patch of flattened grass where he lay, where they both lay, smelled like apples.

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Note: And here is another chapter. I will eventually get to the other fruits people have suggested, but it may take a while because, as you can see, I am juggling plates right now.

Okay, review and tell me what you think and I'll see you next time with Pineapple.