He stared at his feet forlornly and made a face. "What are these called again?"
Granger taped the last of the wrapping paper for Potter's birthday gift and made a sound of annoyance. "They're a brand of sneakers named Nike, Draco."
He made another face. "They have two tails."
Her head snapped up "I thought you tied the shoelaces?"
He tugged at his collar. "I did— they came off again."
She huffed and moved to his seat on the couch. She kneeled in front of him.
He smirked and leaned back, putting his arms behind his head. "By all means, blow me, Granger."
She swatted his knee. "Prat. Raise your leg."
She manoeuvred his foot onto her thigh, and his breath hitched. Her fingers made a quick motion, looping the white string into a bow, then did the other foot.
She looked up at him slowly and bit her lip, eyes dark. "Would it be terribly impolite if we were late by a few minutes for Harry's birthday?"
He grinned wolfishly. "Potter will live."
Then yanking her to her feet, he pulled her into his lap, seating her on his growing erection and pulling her head to hers.