(this is my first time writing a fanfic so bear with me😭)
I have a secret. I'm in love with a boy who doesn't know I exist, who doesn't even know I can exist. But I exist everyday, sitting in front of him, unable to touch him, to feel him.
I am no one special. I'm just an apple, among all the other apples. I don't stand out, why would he ever notice me?
It all started when I was sold to the Malfoy family by my shopkeeper. At first I was kept in Draco's mother Narcissia's room. Then I was transferred to his. The moment I entered his room, it felt... different. I felt something I've never felt before. The room was filled with a perfume that made me dizzy, but in a good way. Then he entered the room. I was hiding behind the other apples in the basket. He probably didn't see me. But I did. I saw him and could not take my eyes off. He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
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He was wearing a black coat that hugged his features so well. His blond hair was glowing in the faint sunlight. One strand of his hair was resting on his forehead.
And in that moment, I knew. I loved this man, more than I've ever loved anyone.
But it's not easy loving Draco. He's a little bit broken. He doesn't show it, but I understand. I see him everyday from the fruit basket. His lean figure roaming the length of the room. He keeps saying "POTTAH POTTAH POTTAH". I hate how he says Harry's name. I hate the desperation in his voice. I hate how he's always thinking about him. I wish he said my name too. "APPOH APPOH APPOH". My name would sound so good in his sweet voice, in his sweet accent.
I want him to call me, I want him to touch me, I want him to know that I exist. But...
But I'm no one special. I'm just an apple. I will rot and die someday. Or someone will eat me. If I ever get eaten I want my Draco to eat me. If I ever be killed I want to be killed by him.
When he chooses apples to eat from the basket, it's never me. I want him to choose me, pick me. I want him to taste me and tell me I'm sweet, even when I die in his arms. I want him to love me.
