"So sweet…."
There she was, resplendent, was calling him, drew him like a mermaid. Was waiting for him, offering herself on a silver platter, regardless of the fact that others had laid eyes on her. But she would be only for him and no one else. Draco Malfoy was waging a war between himself and his self-control, between his mind and his heart. What was better? Take her there, right in front of everyone and enjoy her sweet aroma and flavor at the touch of her lips, or leave and let her go to someone else? He must decide, and quickly, because others had noticed her. And in the end he decided to agree to his heart and with great strides approached the object of his desires. Drew her to himself, away from the other and kissed her.
-Small apple, I will never let you go, never…-
