Green or Red?

Draco loves apples. We all know that, and fondly remember him taking a bite out of his green apple in the first Care of Magical Creatures lesson. But what nobody knows is that he doesn't really like green apples. He's always wished he could eat red apples instead. It feels so wrong, taking another large bite out of his green apple, but he doesn't have a choice. He's a Slytherin, a Malfoy. He's not allowed to eat red apples. In fact, he'd never even seen a red apple before he came to Hogwarts, his father had made sure of that. So he takes out his anger on the Golden Trio, because they're allowed to eat as many red apples as they want, while he's to scared to do so. He's a coward. He hates himself for it, for wanting it so badly, for not having the courage to do it. Two sides at war within him. Should he give in to his desires? Or stick to what he had known all his life, what had been drilled into his head from a young age?
But in sixth year, he finally cracks. His father is in Askaban, he can't hurt him if he finds out. He simply can't handle the pressure anymore. The stress of the task he had been given gets to him. He doesn't know whether he should do what's best for him and his family, or what his conscience wants.
And so, one night, he sneaks into the kitchens for a midnight snack. He asks the house-elves for an apple, and, eager to please as always, they bring him a whole basket. His eyes dart between a green apple and a red one. He forces himself to grab a green one, but he cannot bring himself to take a bite. Slowly, he puts it back in the basket, and, summoning up all his courage, instead hesitantly reaches out for a red one. His fingers gently brush it, timidly wrapping themselves around it. Just then, a loud crash startles him, and he drops it in shock, before quickly running back to his dorm, lest someone finds him.
He doesn't visit the kitchen again, to afraid of what might happen. The Slytherin table only ever has green apples. And so, he can do nothing but gaze longingly at the Gryffindor table at mealtimes. He walks past it, towards the doors of the great hall, and sees the Golden Trio, helping themselves to the red apple slices. How he wishes they would offer him one!
But maybe someday, he'll gather enough courage to take one himself.

Authors Note: Hey everyone, thanks for reading! This is the first fanfic I've ever written, hope it isn't to bad. Just really felt like writing a drapple about red/green, Gryffindor/Slytherin and right/wrong.
I'd be grateful for any feedback :)