What the Apple Saw

A lone figure stood at the edge of the lake. Blazing red hair billowed everywhere the wind took it, but she didn’t seem to notice. Chocolate brown eyes stared out over the lake, but not at the lake itself. Glazed over, her eyes showed she was actually deep in thought, too deep to take notice to a young man dressed entirely in black who was creeping toward her.

“Hello Weasley.”

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Ginny’s words were as cold as ice.

“I’m hurt,” Draco began, feigning a hurt tone, “I just wanted to know if you’re out here because Potter dumped you.”

“Actually I left him.”

Draco snorted with laughter “Yeah right Weasley, after you have been obsessed with him for five years, I’m sure you were the one that dumped him.

Ginny finally turned around to face Draco. Her face showed no signs of tears or emotional pain,only confusion. This surprised Draco, he always assumed that something like this would damn near kill her, but she looked older, wiser than she had just a few weeks ago. Ginny noticed Draco’s shock and grinned.

“You were expecting tears, weren’t you?” Ginny finally said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

“At least.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” the sarcasm evident in her voice. Ginny sighed and her tone softened,

“I suppose you want to know why I’m not bawling my eyes out.”

“Not really, but I guess you’re going to tell me anyway, aren’t you?” his voice containing it’s usual edge.

Ginny glared at him. She was about to tell him off when she noticed his steely gray eyes showing something she’s never seen in them before, warmth. Ginny broadened her gaze to look at his entire face. His pale skin reflected the moonlight off of his face with chiseled features as the wind tousled his normally slicked back silvery-blond hair about his face. It was as if she was seeing the real Draco Malfoy for the very first time, not the cruel, teasing, mudblood-hating Malfoy, but the sensitive Draco who actually cares about her problems. She bit her lip, still debating whether or not to tell Draco, even if he did seem to change, years of cruelty towards her made her gut say not to trust him, but there was a little voice that wanted her to tell him.

“This is going to sound weird but…I didn’t care about Harry like that, I never had.” Ginny said softly.

Draco raised his eyebrows in amused disbelief and had to choke back laughter, but when he looked at Ginny’s serious features, he immediately stopped. The laughter and disbelief was quickly replaced by a look of shock. It had always been a well-known fact that Ginny was madly in love with Harry Potter since as long as anyone could remember. Ginny turned her head back to the lake, tears forming in her eyes.

“I spent years obsessing over Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the most famous person in the wizarding world just because he was famous. He was famous, popular, handsome and the perfect person to fill my fantasies so when I met him, I saw it as an opportunity to have my fantasies fulfilled. Over the years, I began to see him more as a brother than anything else, but it was my fantasies that made me cling to him. I can’t believe I wasted a good portion of my life on him, I should have realized it sooner.”

The tears trapped in her eyes were finally release and began to cascade down her cheeks. Draco thought for a second, and hesitantly proceeded to wrap his arms around her shaking form, drawingher close to him. He allowed her to cry into his cloak while he gently stroked her back in an attempt to comfort her. It felt strangely right to Draco to hold her in his arms and he closed his eyes and savored the moment.

“Ginny!” they heard a voice from the distance shout, “Ginny, where are you?”

Ginny immediately jumped away from Draco, to his disappointment, and turned around to the direction the voice came from, but the source of it was already close enough to see them.

“Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you doing with my sister?” Ron bellowed.

“Calm down Weasley, nothing happened.” Draco quickly replied with his trademark sneer.

“Nothing? Then why was she crying? If you hurt her, I swear I’ll…”

“Ron!” Ginny exclaimed, “He didn’t hurt me, he had nothing to do with me crying and if you dare fight him, mom will send at least a dozen howlers for you getting into another fight. Now let’sgo.”

Draco watched as Ginny managed to drag Ron off towards the castle while he was both begging her to let him go and shouting curses and death threats at Draco. Once they were out of sight, Draco turned towards to lake as his thoughts drifted to a certain redheaded girl. It disturbed him how much he enjoyed holding her, comforting her and it left him longing for more. He knew he needed to see her again and soon. He smiled at the thought and shook his head in disbelief, who would have thought he would fall for a Weasley. His father would be furious, but Draco realized he couldn’t care less about what his father thought. He stared out at the calm water of the lake for a little while longer before he to went back to the castle.


“Ron, I’m not a little girl anymore, so don’t treat me like one!”

“Well I wouldn’t have to if you could have enough sense to stay away from people like Malfoy.”

Ron shouted back.

“You know what, this is pointless,” Ginny exclaimed, frustrated, “no matter what I say, you’ll just ignore it and do this again, so I’m leaving!”

Ron’s jaw dropped in surprise as Ginny retreated to the stairs leading to the girl’s dorms. Moments later, she found herself on her bed, with her face buried in her pillow. She couldn’t believe how overprotective Ron was, nothing had actually happened between her and Draco when he had so rudely interrupted them. The very thought of Draco tenderly holding her in arms managed to bring a rosy blush to her normally pale skin.

Ginny restlessly rolled over and groaned in frustration. She had been trying to fall asleep forthe past two hours to no avail. The whole time, Ginny had been trying to forget about a certain blond-haired slytherin with no luck. She suddenly noticed a faint rumbling and realized it was her stomach. Ginny sighed as she remembered she forgot to go to dinner after she broke up with Harry. She threw off the covers and made her way to the door, being careful not to make any noise.

Ten minutes later, Ginny finally made to the kitchen, after once again successfully avoiding Filch. The room was pitch black, like the rest of the school, so her eyes were already adjusted to the lack of light. Her eyes glanced around the room when she spotted a bowl of fruit on a counter. She reached over and chose an apple from the pile and proceeded to take a bite.

“Hello, Weasley.”

Ginny jumped and turned around. She only had a second to look at the owner of the voice before she began to cough rather violently. The piece of apple she had been eating was not going down right and was making her cough.

“Malfoy!” *cough, cough*, “What the hell are you doing here?” Ginny asked.

Draco shrugged, “I was hungry.” Then sounding concerned he added, “Are you okay?” obviously referring to her coughing.

Ginny nodded and looked up at Draco. He was wearing green flannel pajama pants with a gray T-shirt. She mentally groaned at her luck, she had come down here to forget about him and here he was, looking totally hot.

Draco was having the same problems. He hadn’t been able to get Ginny off of his mind for awhilenow. The event that happened earlier had only intensified what had been going on for at least weeks. Midnight strolls had become a routine of his, in a vain attempt to forget about the person who was now standing right in front of him. And Draco had to admit, the thought of being with Ginny is becoming too enticing to pass up.

“Why did you come to me by the lake?” Ginny asked, breaking the silence.

This shook Draco from his thoughts. “I just decided to go for a walk and I just happened to run into you.” Draco lied.

“Really? It was just a coincidence?”

“Of course! Did you really think that I, a Malfoy, would actually search the castle and the grounds around it just to find you, a Weasley?” Draco replied, somewhat nervously.

Ginny was nodding her head, agreeing with him when Draco added, “Because that’s what I did.”

Ginny looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Her brown eyes were wide in shock and she appeared to be frozen, with the apple hovering by her mouth. She looked at Draco, who was staring intently at his feet with a rosy tint to his pale complexion.

“Why?” Ginny whispered.

“Because I…” Draco began.

‘Why did he go after her?’ Draco thought. All he knew was that he was sitting in the slytherin common room, as usual, when he was struck with this urge to see her. It was weird, at the time, nothing else mattered to him but finding her.

“…just had to.” Draco finally completed.

Ginny didn’t really understand what this meant, but when she saw his face, it didn’t matter. He looked almost innocent, his eyes radiated that same warmth she had noticed earlier. She unconsciously moved closer to Draco and before Ginny realized it, she was standing less than a foot away from him.

“Is that so.” Ginny whispered as she stared intently at Draco’s lips.


That was all Draco managed to get out before Ginny’s lips firmly pressed themselves upon his own. Draco’s shock faded quickly and he was soon kissing her back fiercely. His hands traveleddown to the small of her back while Ginny had wrapped her arms around his neck. Draco’s tongue brushed her lips, eliciting a groan from Ginny and her mouth to open for him to explore. Their tongues dueled with each other until the need for oxygen was to great to ignore any longer. The kiss ended with swollen lips, heavy breathing, and an urge to continue what they had already started.

Draco smirked, “I guess you really don’t like Potter.”

Ginny glared at him, “And I guess you really are a jerk!”

With that, Ginny walked by an extremely shocked Draco and out of the kitchen. For a moment, Draco could only stare at the door, pondering about what had just happened. He then snapped out of the trance he was in and went to chase Ginny.

“Ginny” Draco whispered loudly as he exited the door.

Suddenly, an arm appeared from the shadows and wrapped itself around Draco’s waist from behind him. He let out a yelp of surprise as Draco felt himself be yanked backwards. Draco turned around and found himself face to face with a smiling Ginny holding him in her arms. From the look on her face, Draco guessed he wasn’t actually in trouble with her and was immediately relieved.

“Gotcha, Draco.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. Remind me to laugh later.” Draco sarcastically replied.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

With that, Ginny wrapped her arms around Draco’s neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. As soon as her soft lips touched his own, Draco instantly forgot about the dumb joke and how he wasmad at her. The kiss deepened and they both became intoxicated, wishing the kiss could go on forever. After awhile, they parted with smiles on their faces.

“So what now?” Draco asked, still breathless from the kiss.

“Well, since it is getting pretty late, I think we should go to bed.”

Draco smiled, “Great, may I suggest we go to my room?” but when Draco noticed Ginny’s raised eyebrow he quickly added “Or to our own rooms.”

Ginny smiled and went in for one more gentile kiss before saying, “Maybe we can go to your room some other time…soon.”

Draco blushed and nodded dumbly, watching Ginny turn and start walking back toward the Gryffindor common room. He eventually began to head back to his own common room, leaving the dark kitchen behind him.


The next morning, a humble house elf by the name of Toby made his way to the kitchen to begin his day of cooking. He almost didn’t notice an apple that was lying on the floor, but it managed to catch the corner of his eye. The curious young elf picked it up and began to examine it. The apple was partially eaten and brown witch suggested that it had been out for awhile. This confused Toby, nobody left half-eaten fruit lying around. He sighed and threw the apple away, what a waste of fruit. He would never be able to find out why the poor apple was left or who left it here, so he continued with his chores, not giving the apple a second thought.

If only apples could talk…

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