Get Down And Eat My Candy
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Written for The Halloween Character Challenge
Prompt - candy apple/write about Draco
His beautiful apple. Green like the Slytherin house colors, its flesh shining, glistening with drops of dew in the crisp autumn air. The only thing that could make it better was if he were to dress her up with something sweet and gooey. But could he really go through with it? It felt like a sin to think such thoughts, his insides tingling as he fantasied about covering her in rich, sticky warmth.
Draco finally gave into temptation, taking his beloved apple and piercing her bottom with an oaken rod. "Shh," he soothed, stroking her side in what he hoped was a comforting manner. "Don't cry, love. It's going to be alright. I promise."
His lips made contact with her flesh, kissing away the pain before he licked at the drops of juice that dribbled past his fingers. It was enough to make him moan, her taste lingering on his tongue, making him want more of her delicate sweetness. But no, Draco thought. Not just yet. She was such a lovely specimen, one that required patience. Because if there was one thing he learned from his father, it was to how to treat a lady right. And you couldn't rush things with a woman this fine.
He firmly grasped the end of the stick, his hand hovering over the cauldron before lowering her into the melted caramel. His eyes widened as he watched her sink beneath the surface, the golden brown mixture coating her flesh. Then came the candy sprinkles, colored black, white and orange.
Draco sat down in the overstuffed armchair by the fireplace, a smile gracing the corners of his lips as he turned the stick in his hand, admiring her beauty. "You look lovely this evening," he murmured, glancing around the common room to make sure they were alone, then leaned in close and let the tip of his tongue brush against her side.
The next thing he knew they were lost in a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined, shadows moving on the wall as he surrendered himself to the flames of desire.
"Draco?"
The lovers halted their movements, with Draco on the floor staring wide eyed at the intruder in the doorway.
Crabbe stood at the top of the stairs, staring at his friend whose face was covered with caramel and sprinkles.
"It's not what you think!" Draco exclaimed nervously, hiding his beloved apple behind his back. He couldn't let them know about his forbidden love. They must never know, or else that blasted Potter would tease him to no end for having a relationship with a piece of fruit. But what did Potter know about relationships anyway? He'd seen that ridiculous Gryffindor snogging a carrot the other day. And everyone knows that apples make better lovers than carrots.
"Right," said Crabbe, who had begun to back away. "I'll just leave you to it then." He then exited the room, closing the door with a snap so Draco could resume his snogging session.
