Disclaimer: all characters belong to J.K. Rowling. But I DO own one sweet and delicious apple. [evil grin]
Everyone says that true love is inimitable. If they say so, then I don't know how to describe MY feelings.
It all started during my third year at Hogwarts – Shool of Wizardry and Witchcraft - during the Care of Magical Creatures classes. Me, my fellows(I refuse to call that abhorrent insects 'friends') and some other people I didn't really care about, were all gathered in the field near the Dark Forest, Hagrid was babbling something about his fantastic monsters and even more fantastic mud-blood-friends. I was looking forward to tell my father about that half giant freak teaching us in such inappropriate conditions.
Of course, before the classes have really started the sloppy Longbottom kid had done something wrong with the awful and barbaric, fur-covered book of ours, causing a great turmoil and setting a seed of fear into some said-to-be courageous Gryffons. I being myself naturally enjoyed watching all the mess, feeling more and more amusement mixed with a little bit of annoyance filling my presence. The tales about me being scared as well were peddled by some people who might obviously envied me for my greatness.
It was then, during that adverse circumstances when I - Draco Malfoy – felt how it feels to fall in love. She was almost too perfect. I couldn't focus on insulting Potter or his savage companions, mesmerized by the light that was roaming through her smooth, healthy skin. I knew that I had to get her, no matter how hard it would be. Before I started to move towards her, Potter had taken everyone's attention by petting some stupid mutated hoarse with wings and a beak, so I seized a chance and approached her. I was trying to not scare her, as I took her in my hand and slowly drew her nearer to my lips.
Time seemed to stop. I was only aware of her mouth-watering taste on my tongue, as I brutally bit her. She was the most delicious apple I've ever eaten. The shade of green that captured my heart so easily fitted perfectly with my house colours. I could only imagined how hot we looked together. I sometimes wished I was someone else from my year, to be able to look at my perfect self during boring classes, boring meals and the rest of mine-no-mine boring life.
Lost in thoughts I didn't noticed, that I stripped with my teeth all the delicious flesh, revealing the very heart of her.
'Love can be deadly' I thought as I threw away the core.