All The Things I Hate About You, Part XX

Rating: M

Summary: All The Things, continued. Kate Advent, Day 20.

#20 That thing you do with your hips

"MALFOY, FOR FUCK'S SAKE IF I HAVE TO DRAG YOU OUT OF HERE BY YOUR PRIVILEGED EAR, I WILL SO CAN YOU JUST - "

Granger broke off, blinking.

Draco glanced up to meet her widened chestnut eyes and coughed, stifling a chuckle in it. He gestured to the bar seat in front of the island, "Please, Granger, cease your incessant and shrill wining and have a seat, hm?"

The glint in his eyes sparkling with a hint of underlying mischief, but nonetheless she sat.

"What's this?" She asked, frowning at the array of ingredients and bottles on the counter. "What are you doing?" Her voice was clipped as she drew her will back to the complaint she stormed in with. "We're going to be late," she added, "and I would very much like to make it to the party this evening."

He twirled his wand clockwise above the two drinks, then handed one to her. "Drink."

"Malfoy - "

"GRANGER DRINK THE BLOODY DRINK,"

"FINE!"

Her lips parted to welcome the liquid only slightly. She savoured it, tasting its bitterness on her tongue before glancing up to meet his slate, narrowed gaze.

"Well?" He prompted, flicking his wrist impatiently.

"It's good," she muttered. "Great, actually. Better than the ones we've been ordering at the bar."

"Hm," he smirked. "I thought so."

"Don't let this - " She began to warn him, but he shook his head, taking a sip of his own concoction.

"Go to my head?" He finished with a wink. "Too late, Granger."

He was very good at charms, and particularly at ones involved in hosting duties. Which roughly translated into his ability to whip up a fucking killer mojito.

"Alright," he said once they'd finished their third round of drinks – though slurred was a tad bit more accurate – "We better get going or we're definitely going to miss the festivities."

He stood, then helped her up and kept a hand on her back as she swayed slightly on her tiny heels. So impractical for her, but he appreciated how they accentuated the curve of her calves.

Which were easily visible in her attire that evening and, against what he presumed to be impossible, Granger had actually dressed herself impeccably for once.

The long, flowy skirt she wore tied at her hip brought attention to the angle of her hipbones and whose slit was so precariously wide that the skirt really only covered the back of her legs. Her top, equally impractical, made Draco immediately protective over her cleavage, though he bit his lip from mentioning anything.

"OH, FUCK NO," she bellowed animatedly. "WE ARE NOT MISSING THE FUN ON OUR LAST NIGHT HERE!"

He laughed, and by the time they had made it downstairs to the beach party, he felt the recklessness of the alcohol begin to seep into his veins.

The beat of the reggaetón music blaring through the speakers above them served to further Granger's instability as her hips swayed back and forth to the rhythm, her feet stepping back and forth like the many others surrounding them.

"Dance with me," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and directing his hips to move alongside hers.

Draco smiled inwardly as she continued to teach him to dance, turning him and prompting him to spin her as the songs escalated. Soon, they were both stumbling and twirling with stupid grins on their faces; the Caribbean flutes piercing the drunken roar in their ears.

One song in particular, he remembered from one of her playlists that he listened to, because it was exceptionally catchy (and it contained quite a bit of English for him to follow more easily).

"Crazy," Granger sang along, smiling at him beneath hooded lashes and humid-teased curls. "I like that. You like that. So, let's be crazy."

He pulled her in close to him, then let her dance away as he sang along to the next line, "The concept. The impact. I want that daily."

They continued to sing together, and dance; stepping close enough to feel the heat of each other and smell the perspiration mixed with perfume, but always a breath away. Neither closing the gap and letting the taunts of the lyrics and the absence of touch ignite a flame.

Our breath getting deeper, deeper lately.

Granger slammed the hotel door behind them, pressing him against the wall next to it and returning her feverish mouth to his. A low growl of want – of need – escaped his lips and he felt dizzy. She was dizzying, and he was constantly at a loss in her presence. Always out of breath because she took it with every glance, and every kiss.

I like that, baby, 'cause I can't get enough.

His hands dug into her waist, scraping against her ribcage as he flipped them and secured her against the wall. A little rough in the manoeuvre; firstly, because he knew she liked it, and secondly, because he got a little carried away after the torturously long foreplay at the party.

Yeah, I can't get enough.

Her hands unbuttoned his shirt clumsily at first, trembling as her fingers grazed his bare chest. But then she seemed to gain confidence in the task, slowing her movements and leaning to brush her lips against his neck, sucking at it and probably tasting the salt formed on the dancefloor. Meanwhile, his fingers trailed up her hot skin, lifting her leg so that her thigh rested above his hip.

I can't get enough of your love, give me some more of it.

Draco took his time pleasuring her still, despite the slickness already present when his palm cupped her cunt. She came with his name on her lips – DracoDracoDraco – and he groaned, moaning into her unruly curls as she quickly shifted to take his length in her palm. He was throbbing and so, so dangerously close.

I can't get enough.

The desperation between them, the absolute chemistry, was undeniable and release was close – maddeningly so. He entered her slowly, marvelling at how well she fit around him; how her body welcomed him and wrapped around him, pulling him deeper and deeper and deeper.

'Cause I can't get enough.

He couldn't let go of her. Miraculously, though, she seemed to be holding onto him just as desperately, if not more so; her nails digging into his burning skin. He came, hard and with her name on his lips. It felt like a prayer and a curse all in one, and he couldn't stop himself.

"Hermione," he breathed.

A/N - Dedicated to ForsakenKalika and jacpin2002 (yes, again haha, thank you for the amazing 100th review). To LarryFND - I know I'm writing this but believe me, fucking same. xx