"Draco," he could imagine her saying, "kiss me." So he pressed his lips up against her smooth red skin.
"Draco," he could imagine her saying, "am I the one? You used to love Antonia. But she's gone, rotting away. But am I the one?" Draco nodded and kissed her again.
"Yes, Arlene. I love you, you're perfect," Draco said. He kissed her again. She tasted like apple.
"Draco," he could imagine her saying, "love me."
"I do love you, darling," said Draco.
"Draco," he could imagine her saying. "I want you to eat me."
"But, Arlene! No! Why?"
"Draco," he could imagine her saying, "it has to be done. I'll die eventually. What better way to go than being in the mouth of the man I love?"
"Arlene..." Draco started, sobbing.
"Draco," he could imagine her saying. "Just do it."
So, shaking, Draco slowly raised his beloved Arlene and brought her to his mouth. Still shaking, he slowly took a crunchy, delicious bite of his one true love, the love of his life, his favorite girl, Arlene the apple.