Draco had always loved apples.

Their curves, their smooth skin, the shine. Everything.

Of course, nobody knew this interesting piece of information. It could be used as some serious blackmail, possibly on behalf of Draco's nemesis Harry Potter. (Have you heard of him before?). And Draco definitely did NOT need Harry showing him up any more than he did.

Not even Lucius knew, which was very good secret keeping on Draco's part. For Lucius, who knew everything about Draco, always was sure to keep informed of Draco's love life. Yes, he knew about Pansy, but she was just a coverup for Draco's only love.

Apples.

Why apples, you might ask. Well, quite frankly, I don't know. And Draco didn't know either. It was just something about them that turned him on.

Whenever Draco didn't get his way, he thought about apples to cheer him up. Whenever Slytherin lost the quidditch game, he thought of apples. Whenever Crabbe or Goyle were being too dumb, which was almost all the time, Draco thought of apples. Whenever Harry got celebrated for something he did, Draco though about how much he wanted to strangle Harry. Oh, and also apples.

Oh, how Lucius would seethe if he knew his son was apple-sexual. Oh how the other death eaters would pick fun at the Malfoys if they knew. Even his aunt Bellatrix would find it horribly amusing and let out one of her signature cackles. He might even get disowned from the family, like his second cousin Sirius Black.

All because of those beautiful apples.

Draco wished that he were normal, that apples were what humans were supposed to fall in love with. But it wasn't one specific apple; every piece of that sweet fruit was the love of his life. He just wanted to suck the delicious juices from those apples. Every last one of them.

If only Harry liked, oh I don't know, grapes that way. Then everyone would be okay with it. And Draco would be seen as some follower of a kid that he didn't even care about. A mere follower, when the truth was that he was too afraid to admit his feelings in the first place.

But Harry didn't like grapes. And so Draco was the only one that he knew of that liked food in a sexual way.

He hoped his secret never slipped out.