"You seem like the type," she replies, and he bites her skin. She yelps, bracing herself against the counter with her hands, knuckles white against the wood. Draco removes his hand from between her legs, drawing his head back so he can look at her face, and slowly puts his fingers in his mouth. Her mouth drops open as he sucks his fingers, never breaking eye contact as he dips his hand back below her skirt, shifting the material aside so he has full access. Dropping his head to her collarbones, he licks the skin, using his other hand to fist his fingers in her hair and he moves his hand against her. "I fucking hate you," she gasps, her brow furrowed, and he pauses, lifting his head slightly. Her eyes are partially closed and she rolls them before grabbing his wrist and guiding him to continue the movement. "I said I hate you, not for you to stop."