A romantic evening dinner was set for two. This was the big day. Draco was going to propose. Opposite him there a small green apple, strategically placed on the table. "No one understands us, my love," said Draco, gazing at the apple adoringly. "But our love shall endure."
The confused-looking Muggle waiter served Draco some salad, and there was a leaf of lettuce for the apple. Suddenly Draco's heart leapt into his throat - there was a bit of tomato in his salad, and tomatoes were fruit! He scooped up the tomato and hid it in a shirt pocket. "My darling.." He stared searchingly at the apple. "I love you very much."
The apple shone in the moonlight, silent and beautiful. Draco smiled lovingly. Then the waiter brought dessert - apple pie! "NOOOO!" wailed Draco, and he flung the pie far away. His poor dear was traumatized.
"Apple," said Draco. "Will you marry me?" He is still waiting the apples reply.
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