Drapple

The Boy Who Loved An Apple

I awoke in the middle of the night to a thump. Terrified, I lay perfectly still as the curtains surrounding my bed were yanked open. I closed my eyes tightly hoping that this mysterious nighttime visitor will go away.
I heard "It's alright--I've finally come for you" whispered into the darkness before my covers were folded back, my curtains put back into place, and the figure tiptoed out of my room.
I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.

Hours later, I woke up once more. This time, looking for my apple.
My hands searched the bed but to no avail. I could feel panic coming on and I quickly shot out of my bed, threw back the curtains, and pushed the sheets and blanket off my bed.
Desperately, I searched through the blankets. I shook out the sheets and comforter but nothing fell to the ground. I tried to remake my bed but no one had ever taught me how. The blasted house elves had always made them at home. But that damn Potter had released Dobby.
I gave up and rocked myself on the bed, crying "Why? Whyyyyyy?" until morning.
"Shut up!" Zabini yelled at me, after I had been shrieking that for two straight hours.
"Whyyyyyy?" I screamed back.
In answer, I pillow hit me in my head.
"Owwwww," I said and the next thing I knew a sleeping jinx had hit me.

"He's still asleep!" someone snickered.
"I can't believe it! He slept all day," another said.
"D'you think that he really loves that apple?" someone else asked.
"Well," someone began and I realized they were talking about me. "I dunno."
"I doubt it! I mean, he took that joke a bit too far, but I can't imagine DRACO loving an apple ..."
"Yeah, you're probably right," another voice, this one Goyle's, chorused in.
"Still ... Everyone is convinced that he meant it. I heard that little know it all Gryffindor laughing about it with Potty and Weasel. Ugh, it made me SICK."
"How do we convince people that he was just joking?" Zabini asked. "I can't stand being known as the apple-lover's friend. Several first years were cheeky to me today. Not a bit afraid!"
"Yeah," Crabbe agreed. "One of them actually looked me in the eyes. Disrespectful bastard ..."
"What'd you do to him?" Pansy asked in interest.
"What do you think? I beat him up when he went outside with some of his idiot friends."
"So what're we gonna do?" Goyle asked.
"I dunno. We'll think of something though," Zabini assured them, grabbing something out of his trunk.
"Ready to go down to the Common Room yet?" Pansy said. "I promised I'd meet Christina down there. She'll begin to fuss if I don't get down there in time. Then she won't let me copy off her homework, the brat."
"Yeah, let's go," Zabini agreed and they left our dorm.
Slowly, my brain began to become more awake and function quicker and, as it did, it suddenly dawned on me that soon I would be known as the Boy Who Loved an Apple.
It wasn't as cool as the Boy Who Lived, but it was a start.