The Golden Apple [Drarry]

Chapter 1

It was supposed to be a joke. Just a bet between him and the Slytherins for the sake of having fun.

Legitimately, it was.

"Hey, Potter! Catch!"

17-year-old Golden Boy Harry Potter, who was having a conversation with his best friends: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley as they visit Hogsmeade on a Sunday to shop for some candies and chocolate turned towards the familiar voice, and out of nowhere, something golden came towards him. Thinking it was the snitch, he immediately caught it with a Seeker's speed and accuracy. He then looked at the thing in his hands and blinked in confusion. A golden apple? Why would someone give me a golden apple?

He looked up from the apple in his hand to see everyone staring at him with a shocked and horrified expression. He turned to his friends, who had a similar look with a confused look of his own, blinking. "W-Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong? You're looking at me as if I was cursed. What's going on?" he asked, spooked. "Guys?"

Ron's eye twitched slightly. "You accepted it?"

"Wait, what? Accept what? What are you talking about, mate?" Harry panicked.

"Malfoy proposed to you, Harry!" Ron bellowed. "And you accepted it! I can't believe you would accept that git's marriage proposal!"

Frustrated with Ron's unhelpful answer, Harry cried out to Hermione. "What did Ron mean by proposed and what does he mean I accepted Malfoy's proposal?" His green eyes were wide behind his iconic round glasses. "I don't understand what he's trying to say at all!"

Hermione facepalmed in exasperation before she even started explaining what was going on, "Oh God. The Ancient Greeks practised this act of proposing to their quote-unquote 'darlings' extraordinarily- by throwing an apple towards their chosen wife or it could be towards their chosen husband since the Greeks don't really care about homosexuality and if the person that they wanted to marry with caught the apple, she accepted the marriage proposal. The origin of this wedding custom, like most other Greek traditions, can be found in Greek mythology, Harry."

An amused chuckle could be heard from Harry's back and he instantly turned towards the sound with a heated glare. "Malfoy!" he growled with fury. The said person just stood there with a smug smirk on his face. "What the actual fuck did you just do?" he hissed and the blond Slytherin shrugged his shoulder, tilting his head to one side, eyes glinting mischievously. "I proposed to you and you accepted it, just like Weasley fantastically said."

"Oh Merlin, give me the patience I need for this," Harry looked at the sky, vexed. "You couldn't have done it in a normal way?! Classic on-one-knee kind of proposal? Where the fuck did you even get a golden apple to begin with?" he threw his hands up in frustrations.

Ron stared at him, horrified, losing a bit of colouring from his face. Harry then realised what he had just blurted in the midst of frustration. "Are you saying that you would accept his proposal in any way?!"

"Are you saying that you want me to propose to you differently?" Draco grinned gleefully. "I can do that."

Harry flushed bright red. If they were in a cartoon, everyone could probably see the steam coming out of his ears. He needed to get out of there quickly and so he threw the apple back at Draco, who caught it in a blink of an eye, only to remember that he had also proposed to the young Malfoy and the fact that Malfoy accepted his proposal as well. He slapped himself in the face at his stupidity when Draco's surprised face turned to a bragging look as he looked at everyone around him.

Utterly mortified and wishing that Voldemort had killed him instead when he was out to kill him instead of being killed back then, Harry rushed past Draco and ran back to the castle, ignoring the shouts of his friends behind him.