Draco was worried. His father had hardly attended to his requests, shaking his head when he saw the Apple. But Draco held his head high, unless he bent down to place a gentle kiss onto the sweet, delicate, green skin of the Apple.
"Draco, I do not know the family Root. That thing," Lucius spat at the green fruit, "is not allowed in your room. I'm sure this evenings tart will be a fine rest for your lover." Draco took his sleeve and gently wiped his father' foul spit off of his darling.
"Don't worry, my love. I will sneak you into my room for the night. But I'm afraid that we'll not be sleeping very much," Draco purred.
***
An uncomfortable meal had passed at last, and Draco was on his way up to meet his apple in his room. His parents, who were already upset that he brought the apple home as his lover, would be even more furious if they knew the thoughts running through his head.
He reached his darling at last taking the apple into his arms. "My dear," he crooned, "you've done so much for me. Let me make it up to you." Draco's long, pink tongue extended to meet the apple, licking up and down the waxy skin of his love. When he finally brought his lips down to he fruit, he sucked on the skin, not hard enough to bruise the skin, but hard enough to give Draco a wave of rebellion- like he was doing something naughty. When he paused, he spoke like he was cutting off the apple.
"No, no, my dear. This night is about you. You've already done so much for me." Draco, of course, would have loved for the Apple to do something to him. His imagination was full of things that could have even the dirtiest of people blushing. But he acted upon none of them. After a final kiss on the apple's skin, he tucked her into bed, making sure she was comfortable. When he was sure that the apple was comfortable, he prepared himself for bed and was soon asleep, his hand cupping the apple delicately.
***
It was love- true love. There was no other explanation for how Draco felt about his apple. For how Draco dreamed about marrying his apple. He never felt this way with Crabbe and Goyle, or even Potter. He had never slept a night without tossing and turning, or waking up in fright. With his Apple him his hands, that never happened again. Draco was one with the apple now, and their love was written plainly across the stars.
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Bobbing for Drapples
FanfictionDrabbles for Drapple Draco has left his two lovers because he found someone who appreciates him more. Suddenly, he's changed completely. All because of a fruit. Draco would do anything for his apple. Become a poet, become friends with Potter, even...
