I gazed into his grey eyes. He gazed into my vibrant green ones. It was almost as if a sudden spark traveled through us, making us both in need of each other. When he pressed his lips to my smooth skin, I swore I was flying. It was simply, magical. ~ When Draco picks a green apple, sparks instantly fly. Well, sparks fly for one of them. The apple can't live without Draco. She loves him. But can Draco learn to love an apple?
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