Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own anything!
A/N: I had an idea to finally continue one of my oneshots, though I think it's done now... This particular scene popped into my mind and I'm not sure if I did it well, but it's your job to tell me that. It's really short, but I hope you enjoy!
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Draco contently plopped into his seat at the Slytherin table with his friends. Crabbe and Goyle began stuffing their faces with everything they could find, and Draco wrinkled his nose at the behavior. He carefully piled some potatoes on his plate, while conversing idly with Blaise Zabini. It seemed like no time had passed when dessert was being served. Draco didn't feel like eating it and resorted to talking to Pansy Parkinson, who was at his right. Something, however, caught his eye. Goyle was cutting a generous piece of a pie.
"What kind of pie is that, Goyle?" Draco asked absently. Goyle had already shoved part of it in his mouth.
"Arpl." He answered, mouth full of pie.
"Come again?" Draco looked back at Pansy, who was saying something about Transfiguration. Goyle swallowed and sighed.
"Apple." He repeated. Draco's head whipped back towards Goyle. Draco stared at him with wide eyes, jaw dropping. He looked back at the half eaten pie in horror. Apple slices were pouring out of the crust, filling Goyle's plate. Draco screamed.
"APPLE PIE?!" He screeched. In a hurry to get out of his seat, he tripped over the bench and landed on the floor. He hopped up, staring white faced at the pie. The apple pie. "HOW COULD YOU?!" He shrieked. Goyle stared stupidly at him, as if he was wondering what was wrong with apple pie. Draco sprinted out of the Great Hall, sweat trickling from his forehead.
The entirety of the student body stared at the large wooden doors in confusion.
"What the hell?" Ron Weasley muttered from the Gryffindor table. "That's the second time this week."