Apple
Did he know. Did he even have a bloody clue just how annoying it was it watch him eat an apple. To see his perfect teeth sink in to the crisp flesh. The way his plump soft lips would pucker a touch at the sharp sourness then relax as the sweetness took over. How watching his jaw as he chewed would also make his neck look so deliciously inviting. Hermione imagined running her tongue over his pulse point then up to his ear playfully nibbling on the lobe. Hoping her actions would make his breath shudder at her ministrations. So lost in inappropriate thoughts of her co-worker Draco, she missed the moment he caught sight of her staring at him. He stopped eating his apple to offer her a bite.