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Title: Betrayal
Summary: If Draco Malfoy had sat one foot to his right, the apple would have fallen, quite literally, into his lap.
Genre: Humor
Rating: T for suggestiveness?
Characters: Draco Malfoy
Day 22: Quote: "When the apple is ripe, it will fall" - unknown
If Draco Malfoy had sat one foot to his right, the apple would have fallen, quite literally, into his lap. Instead, it fell with a 'thump' and rolled until it hit his thigh. From his spot beneath the tree, he looked around the massive lawn, but no one seemed to be looking for the errant fruit.
The Malfoy family apple orchard produced green Granny Smiths in abundance. During his early childhood, he'd developed a preference for the crisp, tart fruit; it had been years since he'd tasted a different type of apple. Normally, Draco wouldn't have noticed the red thing, much less pick it up, but for some reason, the apple he currently held beckoned to him, beguiling him so. Holding it up to his face, he regarded it with a practiced eye. Except for the tiny, dark spot where the fruit had hit the ground, it was blemish free, with perfectly smooth, clear, scarlet and golden undertoned skin. The heft and weight of the apple felt just right; nicely sized, it fit the wizard's palm perfectly. The fruit was firm, but soft; he could feel the juice within. Intrigued, he shined the apple on the sleeve of his robe, making it gleam in the sunlight.
With a keen sense of curiosity, and a smidgen of rebellion, Draco pressed his lips into the rosy ripe fruit before him, his teeth slowly grazing the skin, before piercing into the flesh beneath. Oh! It was so sweet and juicy; he'd had to lick his lips, then lap at the hole he'd created, just to capture all the luscious liquid that burst from his treat. And what a treat it was! He'd never tasted anything so delightful before. It was like eating heavenly, yet healthy, apple-shaped candy.
Unable to stop himself, Draco devoured the apple, relishing its succulent sweetness, until only the core was left, leaving him in post-foodal bliss.
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Later that day, as the blond boy sat in the Great Hall, he spied the bowl of Granny Smith apples. They seemed to glare at him, as if they knew of his earlier indiscretion. A sense of shame spread throughout his chest, bringing a slight blush to his pale cheeks. How could he ever have betrayed his love! Picking up a green apple at random, Draco brought it to his lips and murmured, "I'm sorry, baby, I'll never stray again."
A/N: Because all I saw was the word "apple" and I knew I needed to write a Drapple...