Bobbing for Drapples

The Beginning

Draco was frantic. He knew what he wanted to do, but he was doubtful of how he was to do it. He would have to write a letter to his mother, yes. She had always been much more accepting of things than his father. She would be okay with him marrying whoever he wanted, as she never got to do that.

First of all, he would need to make sure that Apple didn't suspect him. This was easy, leave the apple behind while he went out and about. Second, he would need a ring for the proposal. If all went well, then his mother would send him one in the mail. He would write her tonight, yes. The third thing was that he would need to make sure that he was ready. It took a lot of courage to propose to someone, and Draco wasn't sure he had it. He had always been more of the worrier, rather than the warrior.

Clutching apple in his hand, he walked about. He had returned early from Christmas break, and the halls were all but deserted. His footsteps echoed off of the stone walls and with each slap of his shoes on the ground, his doubt of being able to find a caretaker for his love was unlikely. At last, he came upon people. They were, however his last resort.

"Malfoy?" Potter spoke up first out of the three shellshocked people. "I thought you went home for Christmas."

"I did," Draco spoke softly. If they would tend to his love, then there could be no tension between them. He would be forever grateful. "But my father disapproved of my change in loyalties. And so, here I am."

"Change in loyalties?" Weasley spoke up again.

"Have you ever loved someone so much that you would die for them? Sacrifice your life for them? I fell in love, Weasley, and it's not safe to be in love on that side. People die, and if your love isn't one of the Death Eaters, then they won't hesitate to kill them and make you watch before they kill you." Draco took a breath. Now was the big moment. "I need a favor."

"Depends," Potter replied. Granger's eyes stayed stuck on the apple.

"Watch my apple for me. And please, do not eat it," Draco begged. Though the trio seemed surprised by the request, they complied. Draco was trying, and they would be the noes to help him with his change.

As soon as the apple left his hands and he bid the three a thank you, he speed to the library, stopping only momentarily to grab a quill and parchment. His mother was his last hope.

Dear Mother, he began.

I apologize for my abrupt departure from the house, I could not stay there any longer. But the reason I am writing this letter is quite important. You see, I'm in love with this girl, and want to marry her. I want your permission, and the traditional ring used for Malfoys. She will produce you a fine brood of grandchildren, I'm sure. All I ask is that you send me thing ring, and that I may make her my wife shortly.

Ever yours,

Draco

It was over shortly. With a sigh of relief, Draco gave his letter to an owl, and  began to breathe again. One day, quite soon, he may be able to call the apple his wife.