All The Things I Hate About You, Part XVII

Rating: M

Summary: All The Things, continued. Kate Advent, Day 17.

#17 You hate quidditch

Malfoy checked his watch for the tenth time. He knew that Granger hated being late and usually made an effort to be just on time because it drove her mad. It was the little things that he took immense pleasure in.

Granger despised tardiness; it was unnatural for her. She had told him as much once when they barely made it to a film on time. (She considered missing the previews to be a sin, though Draco couldn't relate; he found them to be a massive bore.)

"MALFOY," she shouted, her footsteps echoing loudly through the flat as she stormed into his bedroom.

"Salazar's balls," he swore under his breath as he checked the time again. "Here we go,"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS TAKING YOU SO LONG? IS IT BECAUSE YOU'RE DOING THAT HAIR GEL CHARM AGAIN? I TOLD YOU THAT YOU NEED TO WORK ON THAT. BESIDES, YOU DON'T NEED TO LOOK NICE FOR THIS. YOU ALWAYS LOOK NICE. IN FACT, I DON'T THINK IT'S EVEN POSSIBLE FOR YOU NOT TO, SO COULD YOU BLOODY - "

She cut herself off abruptly.

Draco loosened his tie, then turned to arch a blond brow at Granger's ensemble. She was dressed head to toe in blue; her small frame was swallowed up by an oversized jersey of his and her neck made invisible by an enormous, woolly, blue and white scarf.

Granger groaned, "What are you doing? Hurry up, Malfoy,"

"Afraid we're going to be late?" He taunted. "I didn't know you liked quidditch so much, Granger." His lips quirked upwards into a smirk.

She sniffed, "I hate it."

"Hm, yes." Draco commented, pointedly not continuing to get ready. "I can see that. How silly of me to confuse your enthusiastic timeliness and complete fanatic ensemble for genuine interest in the match. You know it's just a friendly, right?"

"It is not a friendly, Malfoy." She insisted. "This is important! This is your first match of the season! SO," Granger huffed loudly. "I'M GOING TO NEED YOU TO PUT ON YOUR GEAR FASTER THAN A SNAIL'S PACE OR WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE,"

He smirked, "Granger, we won't be late. It takes precisely two minutes for me to change out of my work clothes, four minutes for me to put my quidditch uniform and gear on, and half a minute for me to walk down the hall and through the floo with you."

"That's - " She sputtered. "That's - "

Draco flicked his wrist toward him languidly and checked his watch.

"Precisely the amount of time we have to leave?"

Granger opened her mouth to protest, then shut it and narrowed her eyes. He chuckled knowing that he had her there. Check, Granger, he thought.

She slid her wand out and waved it around his room, enabling an organized chaos that Draco had no choice but to witness. His clothing was stripped from his body, leaving him shivering for the fifty seconds before his blue quidditch uniform levitated out of his closet and onto his bare limbs.

Finally, Granger applied a couple of charms meant to keep his hair out of his eyes and his eyes focused; their greyness concentrated on a fleck of dust caught in the space between them. Draco plucked it out of the air and then met her warm, brown eyes.

They sparkled, knowing just how impressive her spell work was from what was no-doubt a look of awe across his face.

"Now," she sighed, tapping her foot impatiently and flickering her eyes toward his watch. "I believe that leaves us with three and a half minutes to make it to the floo. Do you think you can manage that, Malfoy?"

He shook his head, "You're a menace, Granger."

"Yes, quite." She dimpled, her lips twisting upwards. "But I'm your menace." She spun on her heel and directed herself toward the floo, calling out over her shoulder as she turned around the corner of his doorway, "COME ON. I AM NOT LETTING YOU BE LATE TO YOUR FIRST MATCH,"

Draco smiled, then followed after her.

Seconds after arriving at the recreational field, however, Granger bit her lip and grimaced as the wind tussled her curls vehemently. "Oh, fuck," she said. "I forgot a bobble." She glanced back and forth the field where several young men and women were gathered in sky blue or crimson red. "I'll just – Bloody hell but I don't want to miss the opening – I suppose I could just leave it…"

Draco slipped a hand from his glove and dove through his gym bag. He felt for the tiny pocket he kept a handful of bobbles in – he had gotten in the habit of always keeping a few handy for her.

"Here," he stated, holding it out for her to take.

"Oh," she gasped, beaming. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he winked.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Granger replied, rolling her eyes.

The match was quick. Thanks to Granger's remarkable charm, Draco's eyesight was far better than usual, and he had no problem finding the snitch and ending the game with a win for his team. Granger had cheered him on the entire time, and every time he soared past her position on the side lines, it caused his chest to creak and expand to better accompany the inhale of breath.

He stepped off the broom with barely enough time to drop it as Granger came bounding across the grass, leaping into his arms. Her hands wrapped around his neck tightly, pulling him down to her height (or lack thereof).

"Whoa, Granger," he said through a laugh. His voice was muffled by the heavy scarf she wore.

She pressed her lips to his cheek, then murmured, "That's for doing so well," in his ear. A moment later, before he could even think of a witty response, she stepped out of his embrace and pounded a fist into his heaving chest.

"What the bloody hell was that for?"

Her nose wrinkled, "That's for dragging me all the way out here for a fucking five-minute match."

Draco scoffed, "Please, Granger, no one dragged you here. There's no need to be dramatic," he said, giving her a pointed look as he took off his outer gear.

"Well," she replied snottily. "I went through a lot of effort to dress up and I hardly feel like the sports outfit was put to good use."

He smirked.

"What a shame," he said, trailing his fingers down the thin, buttery soft fabric of the jersey. It reminded him of her velvet softness. "I could make it up to you?"

Granger, catching on to his suggestive tone, stopped.

"Oh?"

His eyes glinted, "Are you busy?"

She blinked, "What? Right now?" He nodded his affirmation. "No," she drawled. "But I do have dinner plans with Harry in a bit."

"When?" He pressed.

Granger's breath hitched as her eyes dropped from his grey, stormy eyes to his lips. "It was originally in an hour but when the match ended I owled him and he moved up the reservation." She blinked, meeting his gaze again, "You should come."

"Hm," Draco hummed, unravelling the scarf around her neck slowly, brushing his lips against the back of her neck. "I'm more concerned about you coming."

Another hitch in her breathing.

"When did you say you had to meet Potter?" He asked, tugging her toward him by the belt loops in her jeans.

"Fifteen minutes," she exhaled.

"That should be enough time…"

He grabbed his wand and cast a couple of disillusion charms over them, then dropped to his knees. He pulled at her zipper at a torturously slow rate.

"Enough time? For what?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper now.

"To make you come," Draco replied flatly. "I'm aiming for twice, but I can guarantee once." He shifted to trace his tongue across her, soaking the cotton and causing a tremble in her legs.

"No," Granger said firmly and Draco – being the respectful gentleman that he is – teetered away from her.

"No?" He blinked.

"No," she confirmed, sounding surer of herself this time. "No, I'm going to make you come twice in," – she paused to check the watch sitting in his gym bag – "thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds."

Granger lifted him up into a standing position, kissing him fervently. Her tongue slid along his swollen, lower lip but when he parted his lips to welcome it, she had already dropped to her knees and cast a cushioning and mud-repellent charm over herself.

She looked up at him, "I may hate quidditch," she informed him primly. "But I do love this."

Fuck me, he swore internally; a hiss escaping between gritted teeth in reality.

A/N - This one is dedicated to amber.131 for being #100 with TAoB, thank you.

To Perry Jackson - holy fuck are you kidding me!? that would make my day and I would love you and write an entire fic or whatever you want if you could make that happen! I cannot PM you since you are anon so please let me know how you want to proceed (I'm screaming you have no idea how happy that made me)