A/N: When I get writers block or am feeling particularly silly, I occasionally write something ridiculous and I have decided to share the better products of this because... well... why not?

This 'story' for want of a much better word will consist of tiny, unrelated drabble-type things about the stupidest pairings I can think of, ships with more holes in them than the Titanic that involve various characters, animals and the occasional plant. Updates will be silly, sporadic and... super! Rated T because frick knows where this is heading.

Anyway, to kick off, here is my OOTP (Other One True Pairing).

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter and had nothing to do with this... or did she?

No, she didn't.

Draco knew that he should keep walking but he couldn't. Once his eyes had found the beautiful sight in front of him, he knew that he wasn't strong enough to pull them away. He had places to go, things to do, but he had been drawn into the field of orbit now and was powerless to resist.

Trying to act casual, he wiped the thin layer of sweat off his top lip and glanced around; hoping that someone could save him from himself but it was too much to ask of the strangers around him to pull him away. If only he weren't so weak… If only he wanted to resist.

Knowing that resistance was futile, Draco stepped forward purposefully, hoping to appear confident but not desperate and placed his hand, gently on the smooth curve. He wasn't rejected and he inwardly breathed a sigh of relief only to be replaced by a quickened pulse and the knowledge that nothing was going to stop him now.

It was different to what he was used to, slightly smoother that the others had been. His blunt nail scraped along the skin his wished desperately to taste and he suppressed a groan. Just the mere thought of the plump, red touching his lips was enough to make his muscles convulse.

Something akin to guilt crept up Draco's spine but he suppressed it under his now raging lust. It wouldn't be cheating, not really. His eyes darted to the left and he gulped. Could he really go through with it with his beloved, his faithful, watching him?

He let his eyelids slide shut and exhaled slowly. They called him the boy who made all of the wrong choices… Did he really want to take the moniker with him into adulthood?

"You all right there, mate?"

The man's voice cut through Draco's panic like a knife and he jumped slightly. He turned to see a middle-aged man with a concerned look and a pocketed apron around his waist.

"You know it's four for a quid, right?" he chuckled. "You can have more than one," he added, gesturing the selection of apples in front of him.

Draco's hand snatched away from the red one as he glared at the man.

"You don't understand," he spat at him through gritted teeth. He glanced at the Granny Smiths, trying to convey how truly sorry he was for his moment of weakness. "Nobody understands," he muttered as he tightened his cloak around him and walked away, knowing he would learn nothing from this experience.

Thanks for reading :)