"PUT DOWN THAT APPLE!" he screams, "YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO TOUCH!" Yanking the apple out of Goyle's hand was easy, the boy was a little more than slow.

Draco gives his green apple a sweet caress before wiping the shiny surface clean again. He doesn't talk to the apple like he normally would, people would make fun of him. They could never understand this bond that they shared. Draco thinks fondly of the all the times him and the apple had shared together: watching the lesson about Buckbeak, the transporting between vanishing cabinets, and another instance which no one else will ever know about...

Alone in his dormitory, laying upon his bed, Draco strokes his darling apple, appreciating her crisp green color and smooth texture. Never had he known love such as this. Such perfection. No human could ever compare. But how could he show his love? Flipping onto his back, he pulls his apple onto him. The gentle weight pushes against his chest. He could just imagine her smiling delicately in utter bliss. He draws her supple flesh up to his mouth, kissing with a tenderness that surprises even himself. Deepening the kiss, Draco flips the apple onto her back, grabbing her by both sides. Draco fills with longing. A quiet groan escapes his lips. The feeling is divine. He rakes his teeth across her skin, careful not to bruise. He swears he hears a gasp, but he knows it's only in his mind.

"Oh, you like it rough? What about this?" he whispers, dragging his teeth across the surface, hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to cut. It's almost too much for them both. He does what he does best: he bites. Sinking his teeth into her delicate flesh causes an explosion of passion from her. Her bitter yet sweet taste fills his mouth. Draco receives this climactic expression of love and returns it with his own. Letting his body go, and her taste still lingering in his mouth, he collapses onto his back again, pulling her to his chest.

"I love you, my darling."

But such memories could not be thought of now. Smirking slightly down at her, his fingers trace a heart upon his apple's skin.