Drapple

Dropped

I punched Crabbe in the jaw. He instantly dropped the apple and clutched his chin in his hands.
"No!" I yelled as the apple began its slow descent to the ground.
Before my love could touch the disgusting, germ-ridden floor, I slid under the table, my arms outstretched to catch the apple.
Alas, the apple hit the floor with (what seemed to me) a deafening noise. It then bounced.
Away from me.
I crawled on the floor to grab it.
What have I become?
Finally, the apple is safely in my hand.
"My dear," I murmured to it, as I stood up.
To my alarm, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Zabini were all laughing at my pain. Glumly, I sat beside my "friends".
"Nice one, Draco," Zabini snickered.
"Oh, shut up," I replied.
Goyle looked admiringly at me. "You really are funny, Drake. I had no idea!"
What?
They think this is a JOKE?
"Yeah," Crabbe chortled. "I really thought you loved that apple!"
I saw red, because of my rage.
"See? I have the best, funniest, hottest boyfriend in the world! Really, Drake, that was much too funny," Pansy simpered besides me.
"You think this is a joke?" I cried out, unable to take this any longer. "You have no idea!" I no longer heard the sound of forks clinking on plates or the chatter coming from my peers. They were all looking at me. "I love this APPLE! I cannot believe that you would treat this like a joke! This is serious!" I stood on my chair and looked at the gaping faces around me. "This is my true love! I can no longer keep quiet about this. MY apple deserves more!" Here I began to sob. I lifted the apple to my cheek and whispered, "I'm so sorry" to it.
"And another thing!" I added, holding the apple to my chest. "How can you eat fruit? Every day, you come into the Great Hall" I gestured about "and you eat apples, bananas, peaches, pineapples, grapes. House-elves use lemon and lime juice as extra flavoring! Sometimes you'll squeeze tomatoes out of bottles that have been cruelly MURDERED. Yet, do you stop and think about your actions? I'll give you an answer: NO!"
Here I began to sob so hard that I couldn't continue my speech.
"That will do, Draco," Professor Dumbledore said from beneath me. "Come on down."
He held out his hand and I accepted it, making sure that the apple was securely in my hand.
"They don't care," I told him meekly. Dumbledore looked at me seriously.
"We cannot ask others to understand what we are going through. It doesn't matter if it is love or battle."
I looked at him thoughtfully.
"That is true," I admitted.
Dumbledore gave me a soft smile.
"Now, Draco, come down."
I hopped off the bench.