Apple's POV:
Apple was lying on the pillow; if possible, his eyes would most likely be filled with grief.
Ever since the day they met, Apple knew they were soul mates and if there was someone, just one single person that Apple wanted to share his life with, it must have been Draco.
The way he looked at it when eating his lunch. According to his fellow Slytherins, he looked like he had fallen from his broomstick, and that girl; Pansy Parkinson kept asking him if he wasn't feeling well.
But he was. Apple knew that he was, and Apple was too. They were feeling better than any of them had ever felt. A part of them felt whole, and when Draco picked up the green, shiny Apple from the emerald embossed fruit bowl, he knew that this apple was meant to serve a greater purpose than just ending its fruity life filling up a hungry wizard's belly.
And now they were fighting. What had Apple done wrong? It kept existing in sorrow and pain.
But then, a thought struck him. A very daring and dangerous thought, but still a thought worth thinking.
As apple knew perfectly well how it could not physically share its emotions with Draco, it would have to find a way that it could, but as it couldn't talk either, it would have to reach him in his dreams. That was the only way.
Apple lay still, not that it actually had any choice, as it couldn't move around on its own. To talk to Draco in his dreams would be almost impossible and way more difficult than the magic he always considered doing if he had arms and a functional wand and body.
Apple was fighting a battle with itself. If it decided to do this, it would have to tell him the truth. The fact that Apple was just an apple and couldn't talk was just one of its excuses for not thinking about this problem. What would Draco say? Would he still love it?
There was one and only one way to find out. Apple imagined itself taking a deep breath to make the situation slightly more dramatic as it repeated the spell in its head. It remembered it perfectly, not really knowing where it had learned such a powerful spell in the first place.
Maybe it was a blessing given to all apples with a soul?
That was one of the many questions that Apple needed to know the answer of before it rot away and the world forgot about its existence.
Apple kept lying on Draco's soft silk pillow as it waited for him to come back to get what he probably believed would be a good night's sleep.
The sound of Dracos feet walking became louder and louder before he entered the dorm, putting the apple away and throwing an old t-shirt over it before he got undressed and started putting on his pajamas.
Apple felt the anger building up under his apple peel, as he knew that Draco was aware of the fact that Apple enjoyed watching him getting undressed.
How did Draco know about that?
He had noticed how the usually green apple got a quite visible shade of red, but this time, he didn't want it to see his half naked, pale body that Apple would do anything to be able to touch again.
When Draco finished changing into his pajamas he removed the t-shirt from Apple and went to bed.
This is it. It's now or never, Apple thought dramatically to itself as it prepared to do something no apples had ever done before. He was contacting the love of its life through his dreams.