One True Fuck (Drapple lemon)

Making love to an inanimate object

*** WARNING: content is very mature, read at your own risk! Don't say I didn't warn you... ***

Draco's POV

I stormed back into the Slytherin dormitory alone. Fifth-year angst was my only emotion. My breaths were deep and fast. I wasn't even sure what I was mad about... maybe I was just missing her... I stood cross-legged on the jade green sheets of my mattress, letting my thoughts flood back to me. It was her... I can't believe Crabbe and Goyle, my male friends couldn't respect my thoughts. It was true, though, they were just obsolete diversions. I didn't need them, i didn't want them, it was them who needed me. I let our friendship unfold, for if it were made obvious of my real feelings, I would be severely criticised. I'd be the entire downfall of the Malfoy family, father wouldn't want that. If anyone were to know about how I was Malusexual, I would have never heard the end of it. Just the way her brown hair shines is enough to drive me to hunger beyond reason. She is just beautiful, far more attractive, far more interesting, far more intelligent than any other woman I know. Even saying she was beautiful was easily an understatement, she was the sexiest thing I had ever set my eyes upon.

My gaze wondered upward up, I slightly more calmer. I could breathe normally now, and I didn't feel intense from the inside to the out. She was looking up at me pitifully, I saw a smirk upon her minuscule, green-tinted lips. Her eyes showed an emotion I could barely describe, I don't think from that moment I would have understood anything. I took a moment to catch my breath.

"Apple... w... what... are you doing here? You know you're not allowed in the boys dorms...?" I asked unsure of my emotions. All I knew was her foxy stare was enough to make me fall harder than physically possible, a drop that fast and hard could only be explained by one emotion... love. Love for her. Her smirk drew into a grin. I knew what she wanted... perhaps I wanted it too...? I gave her an unsure look. We couldn't do this... Could we...?

Her eyes changed. The kindness and understanding that usually filled them was gone, to be replaced with a look of love-lust. From then on, I knew she would have been worth anything... even Azkaban. She knew I understood what she wanted. The wanting smirk fell back onto her face, but this time I smirked back with the same amount intensity, a wanting so needy that neither of us would have stopped at anything to get each other. A passion of each other so strong it almost came to be an obsession. We needed each other.

I walked slowly to her body, sitting up not at all breaking eye contact. Apple was picked up by me. she laid contently in my arms, her smile not once faltering. We smacked my lips to her soft glossy, green lips. I stroked her rear, fondling her back. We wanted this, we needed this, I needed her. She let me taste her her delicate green skin, so soft and gentle. She was now mine to take, she was mine to loving her. The  ten inch magical wand stuck out of my pocket, as I grasped for it, Apple pulled back glaring at what I was doing.

I looked at the door. A dense ebony wood opening, scratched and faded with time.

"Muffliato," I whispered pointing the wand in my hand at the object. Apple smiled, almost maliciously. She wanted this as much as I did.

"Haw-thorn wood, am I right?" She smirked at me, almost as if she knew something I didn't. Her words extenuated on the first syllable.

An apprehensive "yep," escaped my lips.

"Well, if that's true," she smiled, malice clearly visible from every corner of her green lips. It was undistinguishable whether she was screaming or whispering now, "show me where the whore lies, Draco..." The smile on my face widened. Well if that's what she wants...

I let the robes that laid slacked on my shoulders slip to the ground, my wand in the pocket of my trousers. The black school shoes and school socks I wore were kicked off within a matter of milliseconds. I watched as Apple's face become both hungry and curious. The grey jumper of our uniform was also thrown to the ground. Just as I had loosened the tie, throwing it aside as well as undoing the first button of the white collared shirt, I had an idea.