Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Setting: Hogwarts, 3rd Year

Pairing: Harry/Draco

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Sweet Green Apple

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Harry Potter

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This Care of Magical Creatures class was going to be the death of him…he just knew it.

It was always Draco sodding Malfoy, wasn't it? If the blond Slytherin wasn't taunting him about his nasty fear of Dementors, then he was doing something to Harry.

Currently Malfoy was making his body feel things that he was pretty damn sure it shouldn't feel in regards to him. Truthfully Malfoy wasn't doing anything that could seem underhanded. He was just eating a green apple while laughing with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, while ignoring the lecture Hagrid was giving about 'This Lessons Monster' as Harry liked to call it—Hippogriff was what Hagrid called it.

Still the way his pink pouty lips seperated, showing just a peek of tongue before he bit into the apple was sending tingles thoughout his body. Yet, that was nothing compaired to when Malfoy had just a hint of juice dribbling off his bottom lip—taking his tongue out while swirling it on said lip and sucking the juice back into his mouth. That was what had chills running down his spine.

Merlin…this had to be bloody illegal; because Malfoy was starting to make eating an apple look downright – dare he think it – sinful.

By the end of class Harry Potter's world had righted itself—all because Malfoy had done something stupid and got himself hurt, trying to make a fool out of Hagrid while trying to show up Harry. This snapped Harry's thoughts back into order; reminding him that the blond was a prat and his moment of insanity had been quickly forgotten.