It all started that one day. He was an ordinary flower, on an ordinary tree in an not so ordinary garden. You see, that garden belonged to a very prestigious wizarding family, the Malfoys. And every day, the handsome Blonde haired boy would visit that tree. The flower watched him. For weeks until he started budding. He was growing, becoming an apple. In his time on the tree, he had grown attracted to that boy. As he ripened, his feelings grew deeper, until one day when...The fantasies started coming. But they grew deeper. The apple longed for the boy. He longed to be day he got picked was amazing for him. He was thrown into a bag. He heard voices, saying things he didn't understand. He didn't care, as long as he got to be with The boy. He was in the bag for what seemed like forever. He heard more voices. He heard a smooth, handsome voice. He knew this was the boy. Just by hearing his voice, he would thirst for him. He wanted to be touched, and the mere thought of that was enough to make him go nuts with longing. A few days later, the bag was opened again. A chiseled hand reached in and pulled him out. He was being held by the boy. There was an inexplicable feeling placed over him. Some could call it pleasure. The boy brought him to his lips, tenderly kissing him. As he rubbed his fingers over the apple he started rubbing the apple on his neck. Their fantasies were coming true, for the boy had also a extreme lust for this apple. He was brought back up to the boys lips, where he was french kissed, the boy making perfectly sure not to accidentally bite him. If only he had arms, he thought. The fun that they could have. He noticed his surroundings for the first time. They were in a abandoned closet, and the boy was on a bucket. The boy rubbed the apple, right by the stem before lowering him. He thought he was done, that the fun was over. But the boy was lowering him for an entirely different reason.
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