Bobbing for Drapples

The Plot Thickens

Something suspicious was going on. Draco had seemed to attract much attention from several other students, who seemed to gaze over at him with jealousy filling their eyes. Draco sighed. He was just so popular, it was incredibly hard to do anything without an entourage of people strutting around.

The break was over, and Potter, Weasley and Granger were now admirable acquaintances, even after the awkwardness after their polyamorous relationship that had ended poorly the year before. After they had taken good care of Apple for Draco. It was they who informed him of the suspicion that floated through the Hogwarts corridors, and Draco was forever thankful. Thanks to them, he had begun to hide from others in the girls dormitory, trusting the ever faithful Pansy to take care of Apple when she wasn't gently cradled in Draco's loving hands.

"My love, I've written you a haiku," Draco said, his voice dripping with the affection that he would never revive back. "Would you like to hear it?"

The Apple sat there, it's ever bright green contrasting against the dark mahogany of Pansy's nightstand brilliantly. But Draco's attention to that concealed the fact that his love was already at Death's door.

"You are my true love
I'll be glad to marry you
My sweet, dear apple," Draco grabbed the apple and felt the juice on his fingers. He retracted, and the apple fell to the ground. Trembling, he looking at his hand. It was covered in something, which he presumed to be the blood of his fiancée. There was only one way to find out. Scooping up the apple from the ground with his clean hand, he gently gave the tender skin a kiss.

"My love, I am truly sorry," Draco piteously moaned upon seeing the bruise upon his love's skin. "I never mean to hurt you- unless you ask. I would do anything for you." He brought the wet hand to his lips, where he tasted the juice on his hands. It was sweet, but with a punch of sourness. Just like his apple. Draco bit his lip as he pulled his finger away from his mouth. There was no time to revel in the taste, but oh, the taste! He turned his apple around to see a large gash in the side of his apple, and that's when he was awakened. He needed to speak with Pansy. Hunting her down, he found her in the Great Hall with Astoria Greengrass.

"Pansy, explain to me why my apple is dying," Draco said, his tone cold and hard for the first time in months. Pansy perked up and resisted the urge to smirk. The old Draco was back, and would at last be hers.

"Draco, your apple was going to die sooner or later. Now, you can focus your time on a witch. A real, physical witch," Pansy smirked, biting her lip as she thrusted her chest out to Draco. He almost gagged, but then remembered the taste of the apple's juice in his mouth. The urge to taste it again was almost unbearable. And if Apple was going to die, Draco didn't want it to be by Pansy's hands. Draco jumped up and ran back to the common room. Clutching the apple in  his sticky hands one last time, he pressed his lips to the fresh cut in his apple and sucked and drew the life from his love one last time. He had intended to stop there, but he acted on the thought of the deliciousness of the apple.

He bit into the fresh, wet flesh of his love, savoring the crunch, the smoothness of the waxy skin on his tongue, the flavor bursting in his mouth. In three bites, the apple was gone and the spells on it broke. And Draco was let, standing in an empty room, sobbing for the already decomposing core in his hand. Tears still racing down his cheeks, Draco wanted nothing more than to be with his apple.

Harry burst into the common room. "Draco..."

"I want to be alone right now, Harry," Draco snivelled, still grieving for his lost love.

"Just remember... I still love you," Harry said, before kissing Draco straight on the lips and running out. Draco stared at his apple's carcass agin before putting his plan into motion.

He grabbed his punch of Floo powder and threw it into the flames of the Slytherin common room fireplace. Stepping into the flames and still clutching his apple, he swirled away, and walked until he came to a steep drop.

He gave the carcass of his love a sweet kiss on the stem before wiping his tears away.

"Together."

And with that, Draco and the Apple were no more, but their story remained throughout all of time as a story of true love.

No story truer than Draco and I.

No sweeter passion than that of our love.

We'll sail our dreams together to beyond

And leave behind a purer history.

Without that if your love I would have died.

And with it I will finally be at peace.

A/N: This is the end of this story. And to be honest, I cried a little inside. Draco, dying for his love. Ring ring, Shakespeare called, he wants his cliche back. But seriously, I'm little emotional, especially Apple's sonnet at the end.

Special thanks to Rayna for helping me wrote this (including that bomb ass sonnet by Draco in the second chapter!) This story has changed so much over the years, and it was originally going to be longer, but I think this was an appropriate place to end it. After all, even gods like Draco Malfoy know not to toy with death too much.