The words Draco and pineapple must be included Your story should be no less than 50 words

I will post an example below, however I will not be able to win this contest unfortunately!

I am going to get you, Malfoy!" a voice not far behind him said.

Draco turned around. He wanted to see who was chasing him. Oh, no! It was Potter in a pineapple costume!

P-P-Potter! I am not afraid of you," Draco stammered.

Muahahahahahahaha! Yes, you are! You hate pineapple!"

Draco gasped. I do hate pineapple!

Draco started running faster.

Slow down, Malfoy!" Harry wheezed.

Fat chance, Potter!

Draco Malfoy sped up. He made it up the stairs to the third floor. He ran past suits of armor and snoozing portraits. He ran so far he got lost and didn't know where he was. Even then the Slytherin did not plan on stopping.

All of a sudden Mrs. Norris darted into the way causing Draco to trip!

Harry the Pineapple Potter came out of nowhere. "I am going to get you." Potter cackled.

Mrs. Norris and Harry pounced at Draco at the same time.

Ahhhhhhh!" Draco awoke with a start in the Slytherin common room. A small fire was still alive. "Oh, just a dream. Maybe I should not have had so much butterbeer..." Draco muttered. He turned over and fell back asleep. He didn't notice the pineapple sitting on the coffee table. There was a tag that read, "To: Malfoy From: Potter"

Draco Malfoy was about to leave his dorm when he noticed something. Curious the Slytherin approached the object.

He rose his brow in frustration. In front of him was a pineapple.

Turning around Malfoy tried to figure out who put it there. What was a pineapple doing in front of their dorm anyway.

When it hit him Potter had to be the one. Yes he was sure Potter send him a pineapple. But why ??

Maybe it was jinxed. And if it really was jinxed Draco knew what to do. A malicious grin spread though his face. Ohh he exactly knew what to do...

The next morning during breakfast Harry Potter received a pineapple. Before he knew what happened it exploded in front of him covering him in juice.

On the other end of the hall Draco Malfoy couldn´t stop laughing.

After finishing his lunch Harry slipped Draco a note, to meet him by the cafeteria at school, in the evening. When the time came, both of them showed up. Draco looked deeply into Harry's eyes. Both of them were flustered. Harry opened his lips, his soft-soft lips, but closed them without uttering a word.

Draco: "Pineapples?" Harry: "Pineapples."

Mysterious break-ins around the US, have been happening for months with no end in sight. Their one connection? The only thing taken form all of the places, be it conserved, fresh or even in other foods? Pineapples.

I'm afraid if this continues.. you won't be able to buy pineapples for some time, and that is, true horror.

"But pineapple's my favorite," drawled Draco.

"It's Slughorn's too and I have to hand-carve that one into the Hufflepuff badger for a Hogwarts centerpiece because you decided to etch 'The Slug Who Grubbed' into my chair in Potions." Harry wasn't nearly as amused by his story as the portrait of Willy the Wild was, he had doubled over with roaring laughter, and Malfoy who's face shone with mirthful glee at the memory. Draco was just about to retort when another pineapple knocked him unconscious like a rogue Bludger off the Quidditch pitch.

"Want some?" Ron pulled the Invisiblity Cloak off, spilling pocketed chocolate biscuits all over the floor. "They're freshly baked by the house elves but don't tell Hermione."

Scorpius looked up solemnly at his parents. “I love mom’s pineapple candy. I think it makes chocolate frogs taste even better” The statement earned him a hug from his beautiful mother and a rare fleeting smile from his stern father. The boy does know how to get his way, thought Draco wryly as he slipped a few extra galleons into his son’s already clinking pocket.

A flash of ginger hair through a gap in the mist caught his eye and Draco looked over to see the Weaslys and Potters standing a few yards away. The old familiar tension flared, as the painful memories of THAT year came flooding back, nearly choking the breath from his chest. Expressing such emotions as gratitude and humility came hard to a family with the heritage of the Malfoys, but Draco managed a curt nod, and then turned back to his son. Scorpius was impatient to get on the train and failed to see the look of true pride that warmed his father’s normally cold face as he looked on the one really good thing in his life.

Draco Malfoy may have failed at many of his ambitions, but fatherhood was one thing he was bound and determined he was going to get right.

"Draco ... why is your hair like that?" Crabbe whispered, attempting to hide his snicker.

"Like what?" Draco shot back defensively, shoving his bag onto the floor. "This kind of hair is popular right now, haven't you seen the Vratsa Vultures? Really, Vincent, do keep up with the times."

"But you look like a pineapple!" Crabbe exclaimed, shrinking a bit under Draco's glare. "I'm just saying, the back is really spiky, like the top of a -"

"Malfoy, what happened to your hair?" someone piped up gleefully from behind him. Malfoy whipped around and to his disdain, spotted Potter and Weasley. Weasley was outright laughing at him while stupid Potter was smirking. Ah yes, what a great day this was turning out to be.

"It's called having a sense of style, not that you would know anything about that, Weasley," Draco said tightly. "Potter, do keep a better control over your pet."

Pasting a smirk onto his face, he faced the front again, while behind him he could hear dark mutterings. Sometimes it was so easy to rile Weasley up.

One day, the Vratsa Vultures will win the championship and people will finally realize how good he looked. He would show them. He would give them a condescending look, run his hands through his carefully spiked hair, and walk away while they looked on and thought to themselves damn, Draco Malfoy's hair was sculpted by the gods.

He couldn't wait.

He heard nothing. Sitting up, he couldn't see anything out of place in the room. No one else seemed to have woken either. Draco lay back down and curled around his pillow. What in Merlin's trousers is that noise? He bolted upright once more as a loud thud echoed from the common room.

Throwing his robe and slippers on as quickly as he could, Draco grabbed his wand and rushed out of the dormitory ... only to find the common room completely empty.

THUMP!

It was coming from the hallway! He darted to the House entrance, pushed the wall space open, and jumped out hoping to surprise whomever was creating the disturbance.

“How dare you wake me with that horrible noise!” At least, that was what Draco tried to say. Unfortunately as he landed outside the entrance all he was able to say was a garbled “ARGH!” sound as something hit his face and knocked him unconscious.

He woke in the hospital wing and tenderly touched his nose.

“Ah, good to see you awake, Mr. Malfoy,” the Headmaster said with a quiet laugh.

“What happened to my face? What jinx was I hit with?!”

“Fortunately for you, my dear boy, you were not hit with any magic. Unfortunately, you were hit with a fairly ripened pineapple.”

“A what?!”

“A few of your House's second years decided a food fight was a splendid idea to deal with their inability to sleep,” Draco swore that was a twinkle in the old man's eye and he was not amused. “You happened to step in right as they were launching the heavier fruits at each other. No worries, though! I've spoken to them personally and deducted enough points that I believe they will find other less .. fruity .. ways to amuse themselves.”

Oh WONDERFUL, I get pelted with spiky fruits AND we lose points. This is a FANTASTIC day! Draco knew better to say anything aloud, but his thoughts were his alone and he wouldn't let some old codger police those. Nonetheless, he still glared as the Headmaster stood from his chair, prattled on about candies, and then left while blandly smiling.

Draco settled back against the hospital bed to wait for Madame Pomfrey only to groan as he realized how irritated his father would be once he heard his only son was taken out by a bloody pineapple.

He was doomed. Absolutely doomed.

The Slytherin table in the Great Hall was crowded as usual. Tonight was the end of term feast and everyone was feeling celebratory; all but one.

Draco Malfoy sat in his spot sulking. He'd been working hard trying to make his pineapple dance all semester and he had not succeeded. He had been shamed by his father and fellow Slytherin's and he was the laughing stock of Gryffindor, who were reveling in his shame, he just knew they were. Potter, Granger and Weasley had all managed to succeed in making their pineapple dance (Weasley! Of all people, Weasley managed?!) and thus they all received top marks and Draco had been failed. Just seeing them celebrate their victory of the term (including winning House Cup - again) made his anger churn more. He decided to leave the festivities early and go back to the Slytherin Common Room.

One afternoon, Draco decided to take matters into his own hands after stumbling upon his mother's wand. Whilst he knew that it was impossible to magic up a sibling, it certainly didn't mean that he couldn't conjure up a playmate of sorts! As he walked into the kitchen, he saw a large, beautiful pineapple up on the kitchen counter. He clambered up the bar stool, grabbed the fruit and set it carefully down on the floor.

Now Draco wasn't very experienced with magic yet, in fact in wasn't really supposed to do it at all given his age, but he had seen his parents cast spells and figured that nobody would mind his new friend. I mean, how hard could it be to give the pineapple a smiley face and some arms and legs? Draco gripped the wand tightly, squeezed his eyes shut and waved the wand whilst muttering what he thought sounded like a convincing incantation. He peeked out from under his eyelids and to his dismay, he saw that the pineapple remained unchanged.

He tried again and again, getting more frustrated each time his efforts wielded no results. He began shouting all sorts of spells at the pineapple when suddenly it started trembling and then burst with a loud bang! Pineapple gunk covered him from head to toe, his eyebrows were singed and he'd lost his new friend. Not knowing what to do and feeling awfully sorry for himself, Draco promptly burst into tears and wailed for his mother. From that day onwards, Draco Malfoy decided that he no longer liked pineapple. Not even one little bit.

"A pineapple?" Draco asked incredulously as Professor Snape unceremoniously plopped the fruit down on the desk in front of him.

Professor Snape lifted both eyebrows as if to say, And?

"But..." Draco gaped at the spikey fruit. His mind flailed around for words. "How is this going to help me with potions?"

Snape folded his arms across his chest. "You will practice slicing and dicing this fruit. Preparing your ingredients is fundamental to potion making."

Draco groaned. At first, when he had learned he would be taking a month of remedial potions to help him keep up with the rest of his classmates, he had imagined he would have fun spending some time with his godfather. Now he was having second thoughts.

"Paying more attention to that Potter brat than your ingredients did not pay off in the end, did it?" the professor asked silkily.

"No..."

"I expect you to have this pineapple prepared using the three preparation methods we covered in class last week. Then I shall check your work and we will see what you need to improve on. Understood?"

Draco glowered at the pineapple for a moment as if his gaze would prepare the 'potion ingredients' for him and muttered under his breath, "Understood, Professor."

"Any plans for today?" Pansy asked him.

Malfoy took a sip of some pineapple juice before answering her question.

"I've thought of the perfect plan to get rid of Potter," Malfoy said with a smile, looking at the Gryffindor table.

"RONALD. Please shut up that damn thing and get out here!"

Her husband of almost two decades clattered down their staircase, his smile easy despite the furrowed brow on his partner. She was always like this. Even worse when there were guests coming over. Granted, the guests in this case made him a bit more on edge, but he loved his family so much that he had come to peace with this meeting since the first letter Rose had sent back from Hogwarts. What sort of parents would they be to not embrace her new best friend and his family?

The doorbell rang and Hermione jumped, brown eyes wide and frizzy hair almost on end. Ron gently laid a hand on her shoulder and shot a spell towards their kitchen to quiet the noisy kettle. Rose and Hugo tumbled down from their bedrooms, the former squealing excitedly, "He's here, he's here!"

"Calm down, kids. Hugo, button your shirt back up. Dearest..." The redhead smiled winningly at his wife and pulled her up against his side. "Big smile."

Rose was given the honor of opening their beautiful oak door to reveal Scorpius and his parents. The young blonde boy bounced in rhythm with their daughter before the family of three had even crossed over the threshold. There was little need for introduction - the kids peeled off into the living and left the four adults standing a little awkwardly in the foyer.

"Welcome!" said Ron, shaking hands with Astoria while watching his wife carefully out of the corner of his eyes. Their guests murmured their thanks at the invitation, and Draco shuffled nervously before presenting Hermione with an unexpected gift.

Hermione stared at the thing in her hands. "A... pineapple?" She stared up from the fragrant fruit that had been tied with a beautiful green ribbon, forgetting her manners in a most uncharacteristic way.

"Ah," explained Draco, glancing nervously at his wife, "Well, in colonial times, a pineapple was a sign of hospitality. Generally the host served a pineapple as a sign of wishing their guests to be served with every extravagance. As we were unable to host this first meeting themselves, we hoped to at least be honored by providing the dessert..."

Ron loved pineapple, and so had little complaint with his guests choice of fruit. As for his wife, she was silent for a moment or two more before saying, with a shy smile, "This is lovely. Thank you both. If you'd like some tea, I'll be out in just a moment." Draco and Astoria smiled more widely in relief, and Hermione shuffled off to bring out a tray of tea with freshly cut pineapple slices while Ron showed their guests to the sitting room.