Rejection (A Drapple Fanfic)

Broken-hearted and alone, Draco has been turned down by the girl he asked to the Yule Ball. He turns to apple for comfort, and finds everything he ever hoped for from a true love, however, he doesn't know how people will react to his new relationship...


7. Miserable Weekend

Unable to sleep the night before, Draco couldn't face getting out of bed Saturday morning, so he pulled the curtain around his bed. When Crabbe came to see if he was up, he pretended to snore. He wanted to be alone with his miserably numb and resigned thoughts. The world which was once a vivid green had now dulled to grey. And now he had the Yule Ball to worry about. He sighed, rolling over and falling asleep.

Meanwhile, in the common room, Apple was hiding from those hungry brutes that Draco called his friends. She was avoiding Adam, furious with him for sabotaging the amazing friendship she had with Draco. But she blamed herself more than she blamed him, because she knew what he was like. Arrogant, vain, selfish. She hated him.

Avoiding someone you despise is hard enough without having to do it while being trapped in the same room as them. She wouldn't risk being caught trying to slip out with the students. Night time would be her best chance, if she could figure out a way to get the door open. Perhaps I ought to go to Draco for help, she thought to herself, but she knew that was hopeless. What she had done was unforgivable. 


When Draco next opened his eyes, it was dark. Someone had snuffed most of the lamps out, so it must have been late. He hoped the other boys were already asleep, but looking round the dormitory, he realised Goyle's bed was empty. Probably hid in some corner, stuffing his face. He got up to stretch his legs, taking a lamp with him. There were no windows, so no moonlight could shine through to light the way. Cold in his pyjamas, Draco shivered as he padded down the stone steps to the common room. To his surprise, Goyle was sat there in the dark, looking like he'd seen a ghost. Perhaps the Bloody Baron had been through here. Goyle hated that ghost.     

"Goyle?" Draco whispered. No answer. "What are you doing sitting in the dark, you fool?" Slowly, Goyle turned to face him, and Draco had to stifle a scream.

Clutched in Goyle's chubby fist, dripping with juice, was a bare apple core.

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