Draco carefully snuck out of the Slytherin commons.
No one could know.
No one could see.
No one could hear.
If they did they couldn't live.
Looking both ways like a stupid Muggle child 'fore crossing a street, Draco quietly shuffled his way up a flight of stairs.
Hearts pounding blood through his ears.
It was his dirty little secret.
Every Pureblood had at least one.
His father, as was known only by few, enjoyed stripping the innocence of young Mudblood girls. His mother could never know.
If it got out that he… If it got out he would be ridiculed, perhaps even killed by his father.
It was ridiculous really.
He shouldn't really but he could barley hold himself back in Transfiguration. She remained precious as always. He knew his resistance would be rewarded.
He wanted to run for his prize but held himself back.
Goyle was already suspicious. Draco knew he had to be more careful.
He knew he should be focusing on his task given to him by the Dark Lord. But. He just couldn't hold back any longer.
She had been so tempting in class. Sitting at the desk. Innocent. Gleaming like Emeralds.
It had always been his weakness. He'd never, in the six years he'd been at this school, been able to resist.
The monster within him howled like a beast.
It begged for release.
He couldn't cope.
Draco broke into a sprint.
Somewhere around the third floor Draco nearly gave up, lungs near bursting at the effort.
But Draco was a Malfoy. Malfoys never gave up.
A thought of the gleaming enchantress that awaited his arrival in the Room of Requirement sent him a shock of adrenalin.
Blood pounded his heart into a fit.
He was extremely eager.
Finally he reached the door.
Pacing three times he thought hard about the delicious delicacy that awaited him on the other side of the door.
He pushed the ebony wood aside and ran to his temptress.
He moaned in ecstasy.
At Long Last.
Lovers reunited.
Draco took a deep breath and…
Bit into his delectable emerald apple.
No one could find out.
No one could know.
No one could see.
No one could hear.
They wouldn't live long if they did find out.
Draco would be ruined.
Climaxing at one bite of his divine apple would make him seem weak.
To not find such a joy in the anatomy of a woman would surely kill his Father and his blessed Mother.
No. They would never find out.
After all, the apple didn't mean anything to him. Not any at all. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Right?