Prologe
Draco was sitting at home, listening to his father give him another lecture about how he must become a death eater, although he wasn’t really paying attention to him. While day dreaming his mother walked into the dining room with a fruit bowl, and set it on the table. “What the devil is that?” His mother smiled. “Luscious, I thought we should eat more fruits and vegetables, so I bought a fruit bowl, some fruit, and some vegetables.” His father frowned. “We are too good to be eating healthy!” “Everyone should get there vitamins, even if you think we are better than everyone else.”
His mother began filling the fruit bowl, every fruit seemed normal, except one green apple. “That’s the most beautiful apple I have ever seen.” “What was that Draco?” Draco pulled his gaze away from the apple. “Uh, I said I was going to go study the dark arts in my room, may I be excused?”He stuttered. His father smiled with triumph and pride. “Of course son, if you need help understanding something, just ask.” Draco practically ran upstairs to his room. He opened all of his text books and set them on his desk, just in case his father walked into the room. He couldn’t get his mind off the apple, it was so green, and shiny, with the cutest little stem. He looked at the clock, it’s almost supper time. Draco had it all planned out, at supper, he would sneak the apple into his pocket, and bring it to his room, but he couldn’t let his mother or father see him, they would think it was odd, how their son had fallen in love with an apple. That’s exactly what it was, love at first site.
He sat at his desk, drawing pictures of apple and himself. He absolutely admired her beauty. Draco was never an artist, until he drew apple, nothing could ruin her prettiness. Just then, there was a knock on his door. He hid his drawings under his text books as his mother walked in. “Draco, time for supper.” “Alright mom, what are we having?” They continued their conversation as they walked down the stairs. “Well, since Potter freed Dobby, your father had to make supper. It’s a good thing I bought the fruit bowl, your father was never a very good cook.”
Draco chuckled. His plan was going smoothly, his mother already expected him to grab something from the fruit bowl anyways. They sat at the dining room table and waited for his father to bring in supper. Draco spotted apple, she was even more beautiful than he remembered, she was breath taking.
