All The Things I Hate About You, Part XVI

Rating: M

Summary: All The Things, continued. Kate Advent, Day 16.

#16 How you say my name

Draco's knees ached and he briefly wondered why he was a twenty-something man with an eighty-something man's joints. He quickly administered a cushioning charm before returning his focus to his endeavours.

His tongue flicked over the cotton of her knickers, tasting the sweet slickness soaking through the fabric and smiling against it, giving the fabric a tug with his teeth for good measure. As expected, Granger writhed. He could feel her legs begin to tremble; his hands dug into her inner thighs in response.

"Malfoy," she gasped.

"Mhm," he murmured against her clit. Then, he poked his head up momentarily, giving her an admonishing glance. "What did I tell you about that?"

"We aren't in a bedroom," she hissed as he replaced his fingers where his tongue had been during their argument. "In case that particular detail – oh – slipped your mind – fuck,"

Draco chuckled, smirking up at her and sliding one of his fingers on the other side of the fabric, peeling it slowly down her legs.

"The bedroom was metaphorical. The bathroom at the Leaky still counts," he said. "Say it."

His finger slipping inside of her, revelling in the ease of entry. She was so wet. He loved it. Then, he pulled out to encircle her for a few more seconds before inserting two fingers and smirking further at her sharp inhale.

"Say it," he repeated.

"Malfoy," she growled, stubborn as ever. He beamed.

"Say it."

Draco bent his head down again, pushing her knees further apart so that they fell on either side of the slim sink, and flicked his tongue against her throbbing clit. It didn't take very long then.

Granger inhaled sharply and quickly; a ragged and desperate motion.

"Draco," she finally choked out as she came.

He smiled mercilessly up at her – eyes closed and trying to catch her breath – and wiped at the corners of his mouth with his handkerchief. He loved the taste of her. So salty and sweet, just like her.

"Come on," he said to her. "Let's get out of here before any of the occupants notice and begin to spread nasty rumours that we're dating." He shuddered theatrically.

"Yes, good idea." She hopped down from the sink and patted her sundress down. "Wait," she frowned, and Draco immediately busied himself by studying his nails. "Malfoy," she drawled accusingly.

"Yes?" He asked too innocently.

"Give me back my knickers,"

He grinned. "No," he said, eying his fingernails. "Shan't."

"MALFOY,"

"Hm?"

"GIVE THEM BACK TO ME OR I SWEAR - "

He sighed and tsk-ed at her, "Careful, Granger, or you'll get us discovered, then we'll be reprimanded and we'll never be able to come back here for another hideously watered down pint of - " he broke off briefly, then continued, "on second thought, do go on. I loathe this establishment. Let's get kicked out – OOH – banned even."

"MALFOY, WHERE ARE MY KNICKERS?"

"Hm?"

She slapped his shoulder and began immediately ransacking his suit pockets.

"My goodness, Granger," he gasped, backing away from her touch. "You can't possibly think that I have them on me, do you?" Her eyes narrowed. "Yes, you're right, of course. They are on me, but still. How dare you presume."

He spoke the last sentiment with a false air of indignation, clutching at his chest like that of a recently widowed gold digger accused of being, in fact, a gold digger.

"I loathe you," she seethed; her eyes daggers.

He shrugged, "Eh, nothing new then."

There was a loud bang at the door immediately followed by, "OI, WHOEVER IS IN THERE COME OUT THIS INSTANT. DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO HIDE. WE CAN HEAR YOU. BOTH OF YOU!"

"Well," Draco noted, brushing lint off of his suit. "Shall we?"

"I thought you wanted to get banned?" She countered, arching her brow at him.

He took her hand in his and muttered, "Not today, we have errands to run," before apparating them both out of the Leaky and into Flourish and Blotts.

Granger wandered around like the bookworm she was, as lost to him as a kid in a candy store to a parent. In attempt to regain her interest, and simply because he was still slightly intoxicated from their drinks earlier, he beelined for the back corner knowing there must be a book in that section that would irritate her.

"Granger," he called out loudly and obnoxiously, "HEY GRANGER,"

She flushed brightly and apologized very Britishly to the store owner before weaving through the many display tables and hissing at him under her breath, "What?"

"Look," he showed her the book he'd selected, "When is Potter's birthday? It's soon, right? Do you think he'd like it?"

She blinked at him, "You'd buy Potter a gift? Why, Malfoy, that's so – Really? REALLY? – Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming? Seriously?" Her brows furrowed, scolding him.

"I quite think he'd find it useful," Draco mused cheekily. She rolled her eyes and turned away, already holding several books of interest, and he grabbed her by her elbow to pull her back. "Wait," he said. "I found this one for you. I thought you might like it."

She eyed him warily, reading the title of the book and scowled.

He laughed to himself, placing the book back – it was Cooking the Muggle Way by Mordicus Egg – and trailed behind her to the counter where she bought several educational books that were not at all worth poking fun at.

Swot jokes? Been there, done that.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco noted a women's magazine with an intriguing article supposedly from pages nine to twenty-one. He flipped to them out of curiosity as Granger paid for her books and then quickly slammed the magazine shut, eyes wide.

He slid it onto the counter and bought a copy.

Back at the flat, Granger noticed his odd protection of the magazine and acted out a ploy to steal it out of his hands. Once she had it, she stifled a gasp.

"Witches Weekly? Why would you ever - "

"SHUT UP, GRANGER," he shouted, snatching it back. "IT'S FOR OUR MUTUAL BENEFIT, ALRIGHT? WILL YOU DESIST – NO, DON'T – OI, WHAT DID LITERALLY JUST – OUCH, HOW DARE YOU!"

She blinked up at him, speechless for several moments and causing his swallow to catch at the back of his throat.

"Granger," he said tentatively.

She held up the magazine to page thirteen and pointed at the crude drawing, "Can we try this one first?"

"Really?" He asked, moving to stand beside her and flip a couple pages ahead. "I would've figured you were more of a page sixteen kind of witch."

She tilted her head, studying the drawing he pointed at. Then she said, "Por que no los dos?"

"Granger," he pursed his lips. "In the Queen's English."

She smirked at him, "Why not both?"

A mischievous smile spread across his lips and he roughly threw her onto the sofa without warning. Then, he turned on his heel and poked around the cabinet drawers, "Now… where is that rope?"

"What about the blindfold?" She called out, popping her head of wild curls up to peer at him from the other side of the sofa.

"We'll use one of my silk ties, of course," he scoffed. "Come on, Granger, we're hardly amateurs so there's really no point in pretending."

A/N - As it turns out Emma Watson was just in Leicester Square hiding editions of Little Women (including some notes she wrote inside) and I was literally RIGHT THERE that day and totally missed it *cries*

In other words this chapter is dedicated to Varanus Salvator x