Drapple

Draco sits holding his apple.
"sweet apple oh sweet apple. Tell me you love me" draco says bitting into the apple. As his teeth sink in the green fresh apple he sighs with happiness. He attacks the apple eats the whole thing in one go. Then draco slips against the wall and falls to the ground. Everything is swirling in front of his eyes. He chucks the core in the fire. Then he let's out a small sob. It's all so sad. His apple is gone.

Draco is standing with his gang. They must not see his love for his new apple. This one is better then the previous apple. She is so pretty and her green shade makes pansy green with envy. He pulls her out and rubs her shiny body. Then the oath hagrid come and he can't take it anymore. He eats the apple. A wave of bitterness comes of him. He spits the apple chunk out. The apple tastes so bitter. His mouth feels like a salt mine and he sticks his head in a water trough for the hipogryths. He wants to die. The apple was the worst it was horrible. He never want to eat another apple never wants to fall in love again.

Draco is staring around the great Hall. He is looking for an apple. He needs one and he needs one now. And there in the far corner of the hufflepuff table is a girl holding a green apple. Draco sprints to her. His cloak flying he grabs the apple from the girl and runs out the hall. He races down to dungeaouns and flings himself into his dorm. The apple is so shiny. So perfect. He holds her in his cuped hands and whispered lovingly. The apples cheeks were flushes a slight red. He kissed her again and again. He danced round the room with her singing his joy and love. And when could not breathe anymore he sat on floor and cried with happiness and when he drew the apple away from his face she was crying too. He wander out the dorm and found his way out side. He walked for hours talkong with his apple over and over again. The apple said very little. She was as draco had concluded a more physical lover then one who spoke a lot. He did not mind. He did the talking himself. Then when he leaned over the lake to see how he and apple looked together the apple slipped out of his hands and hit the lake. Draco yeled in agony as he saw his apple sink. The world was gone he thought as he lepped in too. But there was not hope left. It was so dark he had forgotten wich way was up.

Back in his room he cried. All he could think of the apple. How she died. How she would now rot at the bottom of the lake. Dead. Gone. Lifeless. She was the apple he would die for. The apple he loved. Now all he had left was guilt. It was his vain that killed poor apple. His need to look good. For her? Maybe. But now she was gone and he would never find another one like her.

Draco took a huge bite from a very red apple and threw the rest away. Red apple where not the same. Nothing would be the same ever again. He took another bite from another red apple. It was just as bad. Sweet and tasty. So good. But again. Her threw it away.