I ship it!

Drapple

Draco x apple (beacause of reasons)

The Slytherin Common room was empty. It had been drained from it's students by some sort of event, and every single Slytherin student had attended, except for Draco. Draco felt, as he had said himself, a little sick, and he blamed it on a Gryffindor, but maybe he just didn't feel like going.

For the first time since long it was quiet and he was able to hear his heart pounding in his chest and his blood rushing through his veins.

After a while, listening to his blood and his heart started to get boring. He began looking around, looking for something to amuse him, maybe he could cast some spells on his housemates' favorite items, when, suddenly, his eye fell on an apple.

Not just any apple, no, it was a green, juicy apple. The kind that dripped it sour-sweet apple juice all over your neck and/or chin, and the kind that Draco was so inexplicably profound of.

When he saw it, he immediatly wanted to take that apple. He wanted to bite it, devour it until nothing was left of it. And there was nothing there to stop him.

He stared at it for no longer than a second before he grabbed the desired apple and sunk his teeth into the snowy white pulp of the fruit, through the smooth, light green skin. He heard the soft crack. The juice was, if possible, even sweeter and more perfect than he imagened and he felt it slip over his chin, to his neck until it softly dripped on his chest, where his heart was pounding faster than before. He could not explain why it made his spine shudder.

He HAD to keep eating, he couldn't control himself and, before he knew it, he stood in the Common room, the Slytherin Common room, covered in sweet-sour sticky apple juice, with, in his hands only the remains of this apple and surrounded by other Slytherin students.

'Dude... You ate my apple...'

( written by my BFF)