His lips brazed its gleaming green surface, as saliva pooled in his mouth. He slipped his tongue from his mouth and caressed it gently with its tip. Draco's teeth broke its delicate skin of the apple, sending bursts of sweet juice flowing into his mouth. He bit down harder still, as a small chunk fell off and sunk down into his tongue. He groaned as he chewed, letting the sweet melody of flavors take him over.
"Draco!?" a voice coldly echoed through the stone corridors of Malfoy manor "what are you doing"
"Nothing father!" he called back, hiding the half eaten apple under his sheets, and pulling out a copy of 'the standard book of spells (grade7)' just as Lucius bust in, demanding he heard moaning. He knew his son was… popular with the ladies at Hogwarts but a strict rule had been no female guests in the manor.
"I know what I heard, Draco" he said through gritted teeth.
"Go ahead. Have a look around" he replied in his usual cocky tone, crossing his outstretched legs. His father did a quick scan-search of his room, and found nothing.
He glared back at his overly relaxed son; "if I hear anything else…" he knew he didn't need to finish his sentence. But simply stormed out, refusing to believe he had been beat.
Draco pulled out his now slightly browned apple, and gazed at it longingly, his gray eyes, sparking at the thought of penetrating its flesh with his teeth. His lips skimmed the fruit, as the sweetness that had mingled with its tartness. He groaned again, but hushed him self back to silence, so that he didn't have to cover be disturbed by his father this time. He ate, allowing him self to get lost, in the crisp flesh. Nothing, to him, was better than a ripe….
Apple.
please feel free to post a is a non-serious piece of writing and was done only for a laugh. sorry for any grammar mistakes