Note: This fic came to me out of no where. It's very odd.
They were all gone, left behind. All that was left was him. Him and his love.
He couldn't believe how beautiful his compainion was. So wonderful, especially without the outer layer.
Wrapping his lips around the fleshy meat he suckled it, juices leaking into his mouth and out around the corners of his lips. The taste was wonderful, if not a bit bitter, yet sweet.
Giving a soft groan he heard his name being called, right beside his ear.
"Harry..."
"Harry...!"
Eyes snapping open Harry stared at Ron, who sat acrossed from him, and then a blushing Hermione to the side.
With a soft cough, Ron, who was as red as his hair, glanced around. People were definately staring.
"Bloody hell Harry, can't you just eat your oranges like a normal pers--"
A clearing of the throat, Ron going pale.. it could only mean one thing.
"Mister Potter.. Detention, tonight at 8." a flash of a smirk and Snape was off, robes held out at the front a bit, which caused Harry to snicker.
~Owari~
Well? Whatcha think? Not my best, but eh.