Draco smiled. Finally, he could take his loved one to a place where they could be alone. "Just you and me," he whispered. He could swear he saw her blush as he gently lifted her up and carried her into his bedroom in Malfoy Manor. He sat down on his bed. He stared at her. She was perfect. She had perfect shape. Draco put his hand on her and rubbed her smooth skin. She said nothing, so Draco continued rubbing her beautiful skin. She never really said much of anything, but Draco could tell she loved him. He could tell by the way she sat there silently, staring up at him like an angel. It was a certain thing about her that made Draco feel attracted to her, but he did not know what it was.
"I love you," he said, "and I don't want to see you go. But it has to happen." He caressed his loved one and kissed her.
"Draco! What are you doing in there?" he heard his father call.
"Nothing. I'm coming out soon," he replied. "I love you," he said to his loved one. He slowly picked her up and brought her closer and closer to his mouth. Then he took a bite of his gorgeous, perfect apple.