A Boy and His Apple
Staring hard at the lush green apple in his hand, Draco realized he was in love.
The perfect shine of the peel. The smooth, round shape. The delicious taste. It was all too much for him.
He took a bite.
The juice filled his mouth, dribbling down his chin, and he took another bite, reveling on the glory of this moment, relishing the taste of true love: sweet, tangy, and beautiful.
Yet too soon, there was nothing left.
But as he gazed down at his true love, vulnerable and (literally) stripped down to her core, he felt at peace with the world, feeling that, at last, for once, he and his apple were one.