Draco sat up in bed. 'Yes!' He thought, thinking it was Saturday.
But alas, 'twas not to be. For on Dracos calendar, which featured a different colour of (very hot) apples for each month , it said in large, bold letters 'Monday'
Draco rolled over in bed, burying his face in his silken pillow and groaning.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhgggghgggghhhhghhs! Mmmnnnnnnnnggggggggg!"
He dragged himself out of bed and fetched his apple scented shampoo, comditioner, cologne, deodorant and hair gel. He picked up his apple shaped water bottle and filled it up at the tap. A few minutes and a relaxing shower with apple-scented bubbles later, he was feeling refreshed and ready. Mondays weren't so bad really.
He stomped down to breakfast, ready to glare at 'Saint Pottah'. His glare was cut short however, when he remembered why he didn't hate Mondays. It was because the breakfast special for that day wasn't oatmeal, like Wednesdays, but Apples. Apples on cereal, bran and baskets of green and red apples basking in glorious daylight mixed with candlelight. He hurried to the Slytherin table, Potter forgotten, and picked up a green apple. The best type.
His lips brushed the crisp green skin for a moment before he crunched down.
Mondays really weren't that bad.
A/n you have no idea how weird that felt to write. Oh well
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