Dumb, Slightly Funny, Sarcastic OneShots

Draco Malfoy x Apple!Reader

Draco Malfoy x Apple!Reader

Reader/Apple's P.O.V

I sat. Still, unmoving, unsmiling. My green bottom balanced carefully on the maple desk, and I blended in perfectly with my surroundings. Green and silver walls adorned with tapestries of snakes hung around me, and two staircases to the left and right of me climbed upwards to the dormitories. Any minute now.. any second... one... two.... three.....

Aaaannd.....

Nothing. Just as I was starting to give up hope, the door slams open and in walks the one and only Draco Malfoy. He immediately thumps his bag down onto the table next to me sexily, and sexily flips his hair out of his sexy face. He yells sexily to Crabbe and Goyle to put their things away in their dorms, and as soon as they left the room Draco looked down at me with his beautiful, sexy green eyes. He reached out a slim, perfect, white hand and his sexy fingers curled around my back. My heart and body lifted as he lifted me to his face, and his pale pink lips parted as I got closer to his face.

I could not blush, I could not smile, I couldn't speak. I was immobile as I got closer to his perfect, pearly white teeth. I could not object, and even if I could, why would I want to? Draco Malfoy is perfection. There is no objection I could give. The moment comes and my heart pounds, until Crabbe slams into the room and Draco lowers me back to the table. They converse, Draco's perfect eyebrows furrowing. He grabs me off the table and sinks his teeth into me before I know what's going on. I feel my juice dribbling down his chin, a large piece of me now missing. It felt so good and yet so painful at the same time. I could not wish for a better death.

Everything went black.

Draco's P.O.V

I bit into the green apple. It felt so good after the day I've had, but boy, was it messy. The juice spurted down my chin, but the flesh was sweet and tough. It was deliciously strong, and I hummed as I bit into it. As if the apple liked it too, it started slightly vibrating in my hand. Shocked, I dropped the apple and it shattered at my feet. I gaped at the mess, but Pansy Parkinson walked in. She waved her wand and the bits of apple flew into the bin, and the juice disappeared from my mouth. I swallowed, and grinned at her. She could be nice sometimes, but nothing, NOTHING would beat the delicious fresh flesh of a green apple. There is nothing I love more.