All The Things I Hate About You, Part XIX

Rating: M

Summary: All The Things, continued. Kate Advent, Day 19.

#19 The way a summer holiday looks on you

"MALFOY WILL YOU JUST TAKE IT ALREADY," Granger wailed, shoving a short glass into his hand, spilling some of its overflowing contents over his fingers.

"Godric," she huffed, taking hers and dragging him away from the bar with two more drinks levitating above her head. Somehow, Granger had managed to find a wizarding-friendly hotel in the center of Barcelona. "I never thought I would be demanding that you take shots."

"Granger," Draco grimaced, eying the clear liquid. "It's tequila and it's cheap. Those are two things I very much DETEST."

She rolled her eyes, setting the drinks down on a little table and lying back on the long chair. There were limes and a shaker of salt already set up on the table, awaiting the sting of their teeth and the flick of their tongues.

"Suck it up," Granger remarked, then something glinted dangerously behind the warmth of her brown eyes, made even more alluring by the sun shining down on them. "Here," she said, shifted to sit beside him. "I'll make it easier for you."

Two of her fingers slipped between her lips, her tongue wetting them gregariously, and then she swiped them across the vein popping out on her neck. With the air of practice and the movements of a slightly intoxicated woman, she tipped the salt across the slickness of her neck. The citrus wedge was then settled firmly in her mouth, held by her teeth.

She was ready for him.

She was ready for him – and Draco swallowed the dryness in the back of his throat with difficulty. But Granger had been right. This did make it easier for him to want to down the horribly cheap shot of tequila.

He leaned forward, brushing her fingertips across her bare shoulder, tracing the freckles that showed up over the past few days after their hours spent under the Spanish sun. He caught the goosepimples that rose on her skin at his touch and decided to play this out.

Granger was hardly a patient woman, but Draco knew that the longer he dragged out the foreplay, the better the climax for her would be. For both of them.

It was too tempting not to give into it.

He slid his fingers across to her spine, pressing them into every vertebra as he shifted closer to her, taking her thigh between his other hand and squeezing it, tracing small circles across her inner thigh.

Taunting her.

Teasing her.

As she did to him –

Always.

Draco leaned into her, bending his head to brush his lips against the bronzed skin of her clavicle and smirked at the advantageous view of her breasts in the bikini top. He murmured, "Nothing more," against her lips so low that he knew she wouldn't hear it.

A shiver ran up her spine, and Draco smirked again, digging his one hand into the small of her back while the other continued its circular torment of her inner thigh.

Finally, he brought his lips to her throat, kissing at the base of her jaw before lifting his hand from her leg to tug at her messy ponytail and expose her neck more to him. His tongue slid slowly across the salty path and licked it away with gratifying pleasure.

He barely backed away from the warmth of her body – the heat of her – and only just enough to tip the double-shot down his own burning throat. It stung as predictably as he imagined it would, but the pain vanished the moment he tore the lime from her mouth and sank his teeth into it

She gasped as he spat out the wedge and pressed his lips to hers, taking her breath in his. Her fingers wrapped around his neck, winding through the short blond strands of his hair and gripping them. Her nails left marks at the back of his neck and he bit at her bottom lip, then pulled away.

Her eyes were glazed over, bloodshot and unfocused.

Draco imagined he didn't look entirely too different.

He felt the rush of the tequila, the bravery of it, wash over him and wondered if this was what it felt like to possess Gryffindor courage. The flicker of her eyes to his lips and then lower again answered his question.

He wrapped a hand around her small wrist and arched a silver brow, "Your turn, Granger."

She swallowed visibly, averting her gaze to reach for the salt. He shook his head, taking it from her grasp.

"Not here," he murmured.

Another shudder, and then a smirk spreading slowly across her lips.

He put the salt down on the table, then stood and held out his hand for her to take, which she did. Once she was up, he pulled her in close to him; his hand pressing once again at her lower back, feeling for the familiar dip where his fingertips traced her dimples.

She leaned into his touch, then sighed and pulled away from him, shaking her head.

"Not yet," she lamented. "I have other plans."

"Oh?" Draco tested. "Would those plans happen to involve the Witches Weekly you packed?" He smirked, "I hope you don't think I didn't notice you slip that in at the last second."

She rolled her eyes, "Not yet." But the laugh that escaped her lips caused a murderous flutter in his chest (and penis, unhelpfully).

Granger turned and wrapped a translucent skirt over her bikini, then picked up one of the mojitos from the table, handing him the other one. "Come on, Malfoy," she trilled, leading him further down the beach. "We have somewhere to be."

Draco followed obediently, sipping at the well-made drink and eying the ocean ahead of them. The sand slid between his bare feet, getting everywhere and while he absolutely hated that particular part of this holiday, he had to admit it was a small sacrifice.

Seeing Granger sway her newly tanned hips in front of him was well worth it.

"Where are we going?" He protested, picking up the pace to fall in step beside her. He nudged her playfully, "You don't plan on drowning me, do you?"

She elbowed him back, "Not yet," and laughed loudly at his responding grimace. "Relax, Malfoy, it's a good surprise. One, I hope, that you will like."

"Hope? How utterly compassionate of you, Granger. Don't you recall this little arrangement of ours is simply platonic? I insist that you cease your attempts to seduce me, this instant." He sniffed, feigning disgust. "Whatever it is, it won't work."

Her lips formed a thin, disapproving line, but before she could comment on his remarks, a bronzed figure appeared before them in all of his muscular glory. Draco frowned, incapable of hiding his distaste for how closely the man was standing to Granger.

"Miss Granger?" He asked in heavily accented English. She nodded, and his smile broadened. "Excellent. This is your compadre, I take it?"

"Yes," she noted, flashing the man a genuine, dazzling smile. "This is my friend, Draco."

The man turned to him for a fleeting moment, only long enough to offer a polite nod, then brought his radiant attention back to her. He jerked his thumb over his sculpted shoulder and grinned.

"Wonderful. Shall we head over to the dock, then? Paradise awaits," he winked. Draco's frown deepened as Granger followed him further down the shore.

Draco reached out for her wrist, tugging her back slightly out of earshot, and murmured, "What's this?"

His tone could have used some warmth, which he was certain she noticed. Her dark brow arched momentarily, but within seconds a polite expression washed over her face, coating her features in ignorant, innocent bliss.

"This," she replied emphatically, "is the surprise."

Without another word – or remotely any explanation at all – she left to follow the bronzed half-god onto a large, posh sailboat. Paradise was scripted beautifully on the side of the gleaming ship, though Draco doubted this adventure would be anything but torment for him.

He sidled up next to Granger on the boat and tried not to openly loathe the way the other man's eyes followed her every movement.

A/N - This update is dedicated to rkc1991 xx