Draco Malfoy never expected the feeling of lust to hit him so abruptly and suddenly. He had never felt anything like this before. The feeling of... need, and the unexpected desire to hold that one person that made him feel this way.

Well, to be frank, not exactly a person...

He had told no one of this forbidden relationship. He knew they simply wouldn't approve. If he told his father, he might be kicked out of the house. If he told his friends, they might never speak to him again.

And so, he kept his love a secret. However strong it was, it needed to be hidden from the judgemental world he lived in.

He tried to live without his true love. It was difficult, but he managed. Barely. He tried living a normal life. He played Quidditch. He tried killing Dumbeldore. But it was never enough to distract himself.

And some days, when he was feeling particularly lonely, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked, how she felt, how she...tasted.

He would snatch her from the kitchens, and together they'd run, her in his hands, all the way up to his dormitory.

Then they'd collapse onto the bed together, content with everything and anything.

She would stare into his eyes, and he in turn would stare into her (non-existent) ones.

"I love you," He would murmur to her lovingly, caressing her skin. "I love your gorgeous greenness, darling. You have such lush leaves and such a round shape."

Though she never spoke back, the couple shared an unbreakable bond, apple and boy, boy and apple. Nothing would separate them. Nothing except-

"Draco!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked. "Are you in here?"

Draco whipped around and as quickly as he could, stuffed his apple under his pillow. Just in time to see the pug faced girl standing in the doorway.

"Hello, lovebug." She simpered. "Why don't you come for a walk with me on the grounds? If we're lucky, we won't run into that oaf, Hagrid."

"I'm not in the mood." Draco replied airily, trying to dispel the nerves he was feeling. Had Pansy seen the apple? Had she discovered his best kept secret?

He willed for Pansy to turn and walk away. Better yet, disappear entirely.

"But baby, why?" She whined, an annoying high pitched sound. "You never spend time with me anymore! I bet it's because of that mudblood Granger. I see the way you look at her!"

Draco cringed. He was relieved that Pansy hadn't seen his precious apple, but he couldn't have rumours of him and Granger floating around! His father would have his head.

This left him with no other choice than to fulfil Pansy's wants, as horrible as it sounded.

"Fine." He gritted his teeth. "I'll accompany you on a walk."

They walked down the stairway and out of the school. The girl attempted to grab his hand multiple times, but he evaded her each time, thinking only of his apple and not of the one beside him.

They walked in silence for several minutes. Pansy kept shooting glances at Draco, but he was slightly busy observing the green leaves, thinking of how their green could not match the beauty of his apple.

Casting a quick Tempus, Draco realised with glee that it was past curfew and he would have to get back to the Slytherin dorms.

When Pansy finally gave up trying to get him to sneak back with her, he hurried back to his bed and lifted the pillow, only to panic when he saw that his darling apple wasn't there.

Where are you, apple? He wondered. I need you.

Helpless and upset, he snuck back down to the kitchens to see if perhaps his apple had gone back to her bowl. No luck.

As per usual, dozens of house elves closed in on him, offering sweets and snacks. One particularly persistent house elf pushed her way to the front and presented Draco with a savoury pie.

An apple pie.

Before he could protest, before he could cry out in anguish, his mouth was full of his former lover's remains.

"Noooooooo!" He screamed, collapsing to the floor, spewing out the food. "My love!"

Suddenly, Crabbe walked into the kitchen and noticed his best friend sobbing on the ground. Confused, he sat down at the table and was greeted with the savoury smell of freshly baked apple pie.

"Yum." He licked his lips, and grabbed a hunk of it, stuffing it into his mouth.

Crabbe's death was quick.