Draco walked through the courtyards, wandering aimlessly, gazing up at the trees. He was tired of school, tired of his so-called friends, he was even tired of using his father as a threat. He sighs in boredom, when something in one of the trees catches his eye.

A plump green apple hangs from the lowest branch, glistening in the morning light. Draco gazes longingly at the apple as he reaches up to grab it. It is low enough that he is able to wrap his long fingers around its round form, plucking it from its place on the tree. He licks his lips as he studies the beauty of the apple in his hand, turning it over to look at it from every angle.

'How can something so simple and ordinary be so... beautiful?' Draco wonders. 'Then again I have seen many apples before, but never have I laid eyes on one as magnificent as this,' he thinks.

He caresses the apple tenderly in his strong hands, smiling to himself. His eyes close as he breathes in its heavenly scent. Draco knew that as long as he had his apple, he would be happy.