title: Every Twig Has Her Day
summary: The sequel to "Twiggy". Fred and Draco have their first date.
pairing: Fred Burkle/Draco Malfoy
disclaimer: I do not own these characters. The HP ones belong to Rowling. The AtS ones belong to Whedon.
The prequel to this can be found here...
He was going out on a date.
With a muggle.
There was nothing particularly extraordinary about Winifred Burkle.
Unless you counted the little matter of her saving his life. And the fact that he had done little else but think of her for some reason since she had.
Draco Malfoy arrived at the mid-sized flat the Ministry had acquired for her and her people. He rang the bell. The tall black fellow called Charles Gunn flung open the door.
"She ain't ready yet."
He had nearly slammed the door closed again when a voice stopped him.
"Charles, do let's not be rude. Invite Mister Malfoy inside to wait."
Gunn rolled his eyes, stepped back pulling the door open a bit wider, and gestured for Draco to enter. Draco swept inside with authority, as if he belonged here. Really he was so nervous that he felt as though his insides might have liquefied. This woman he was taking out was friends with vampires and demons. She fought evil witches with her bare hands.
As Draco stepped into the sitting area, he noticed two things. One was the man he'd learned was named Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was sitting at a table that was littered with ancient-looking texts. The other thing was that there was a demon sitting on the sofa watching muggle television with some sort of mixed drinking his green hand that he was swirling around so that the ice clinked against the glass.
"Hello, Malfoy. Have a seat." Wyndam-Pryce said without looking up.
Draco glanced at the demon... with his glow-y red eyes and little red horns. He glanced around the rest of the room, looking for someplace besides the sofa to sit. The only other seat was a chair and ottoman that had just been commandeered by Charles Gunn. Everything else had clothing or scrolls or texts or something piled upon it. Didn't these people have any house elves? Draco sighed and took a seat next to the demon. Lorne, his name was.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to sit down, sport."
Draco looked at him.
"I know. Draco Malfoy."
"I know, champ. Just you take care of my little Freddiekins tonight."
"Not like that." Wyndam-Pryce said, again without looking up. "Just think of yourself as sitting in a room with three of Fred's older brothers."
Draco's eyebrow went up. He looked at Lorne and found himself saluted with the glass before the green-skinned fellow took a liberal sip from said glass. Then he looked to Gunn... who was cleaning his fingernails with the largest knife Draco had ever seen.
Everyone looked up as Angel entered.
"Her four elder brothers. Fred'll be down in a minute. Her and Cordy were debating shades of lip gloss."
Gunn groaned. "You sure that's only a minute?"
Someone cleared her throat. The men looked up to see Cordelia Chase coming down the stairs with a broad grin on her face. When she rounded the end of the banister, Fred was revealed.
Draco actually blinked. She was wearing wizard robes. Black ones, trimmed in silver with a dark green dress under. Her hair was piled atop her head with a few curling tendrils loose. She wore black stockings and her feet were encased in mary janes that closely resembled the ones the girls had been issues at Hogwarts... save these had about a three heel on them... like she needed to be any taller.
But the vision was lovely.
All he could do was stare.
"Is something wrong?"
"What? No. Not at all. You look lovely."
"Really? Ginny picked it out for me. She said I'd probably match you a little in this. I see she wasn't wrong." Fred said as she took in his all black. "Of course black goes with just about everything."
Draco smirked at her.
"You know, you were right. You are much better lookin' when you aren't all bruised and bloodied up."
Draco chuckled. Loudly.
"I hope they were nice to you." Fred said with a glare around the room.
"They were tolerable." He said with a smirk as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "But I understand the inclination to act as they did."
There was a lot of scowling going on, but Fred didn't notice. "We should go then?"
"Mmm." Draco placed her arm in his and led her to the door.
Angel tried to follow, but Cordelia very quickly blocked his path.
"You know, you've been a little annoying since the PTB brought you back from the dead."
Angel raised an eyebrow.
Cordelia was already turning red. "I didn't mean it like that, you perv."
Angel sighed. "Pity."
Fred was grinning like crazy by the time they had apparated to the restaurant. Draco had held her a little closer than was appropriate when they'd apparated. She didn't mind though. He smelled nice and his robes were very soft.
"Ah, Mister Malfoy, welcome."
"I have your favorite table ready for yourself and your lovely lady friend."
"Will you cut it out."
Fred looked from one to the other. Draco was glaring at the tall, dark, and handsome guy who she assumed was the manager, perhaps the Maitre-D? He was just dressed in black slacks and a white linen shirt. His black hair was sticking up a bit and his blue eyes held mischief.
"Fred, might I introduce my best friend Blaise Zabini. He owns this place. Git, this is Winifred Burkle. She's the lovely little dove that saved my life a couple of months ago."
Blaise took Fred's hand and kissed the back of it, much like Draco had done earlier. Only his lips lingered quite a bit longer, so long, in fact, that Draco snatched her hand away.
Blaise just smirked. Draco glared and pulled Fred away, Blaise laughed after them. It wasn't mean laughing though. It was wholly good-natured and amused laughing. Blaise just liked pushing Draco's buttons.
Draco escorted her to a circular booth in the back with curtains that could be closed around it. There were candles in the center of the table burning brightly. Fred scooted in and Draco scooted in close to her. Their waiter came by soon after. Fred was confused because they had been given no menus.
"Just order whatever you'd like."
"But there's no menu..."
"No. Just think up anything... they'll bring it, I assure you."
"Trust me. Order anything at all you'd like, and it will come to this table."
Fred chewed her bottom lip. "Five tacos."
The waiter snapped, and a quill and piece of parchment was instantly floating in the air next to him taking Fred's order.
The waiter glared at her for stopping. Draco glared at the waiter. The young man instantly broke a sweat and looked away, frightened into exercising some patience.
"I've never seen anything like that before. Sorry."
"It's all right, luv." Draco said smoothly. "Do continue."
Her muggle-ness would have annoyed him on anyone else, but with Winifred, it was a delight to watch her wonder of the wizarding world. This had to be why all those mugglelovers loved muggles. There was a certain beauty in her discovery of his world.
"Right. Um, five tacos. Chicken tacos. With lettuce, cheese, and pico. A dozen chicken flautas. A bowl of queso and some flour tortillas. Oh! And some rice. Spanish rice. And a pitcher of sangria... and... and a butterbeer."
The waiter was looking at her with wide eyes.
"Oh, and can I get a sopapilla with some honey and a side of cinnamon ice cream for dessert?"
Now Draco was looking at her with wide eyes. This little thing was gonna eat all that? Not that he knew how big any of it was. Maybe tacos and... what had she said... flautas? Maybe tacos and flautas were small. Draco noticed the waiter looking at him expectantly.
"She can have whatever the bloody hell she wants, you twit. I'll have my usual. Now be gone from my presence. You've annoyed me enough."
The waiter made a face at Draco before he took off. He'd have to have a word with Blaise about the boy. Obviously. Fred was making a pouty face at him.
"That wasn't very nice."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "If you wanted nice, you should have gone out with Potter."
"He didn't ask me."
"He better not ask you."
"Because I liked you first, that's why. Potter can find his own muggle."
Fred snickered. He was such a spoiled little boy in so many ways... but she sort of liked it. He wasn't the sort of guy she usually attracted... but then again neither was Charles, and she had dated him.
"What are you thinking?"
"That you're not my type really, and that I'm probably not your type."
Fred laid a hand on his arm. "Doesn't mean we can't try to figure it out. I'm real good at figurin' things."
He grinned at her. Not a smirk, an honest to goodness grin.
The woman was more than a little drunk.
And Draco was hard-pressed, no pun intended, to remain a gentleman. She had refused to be taken back to her place... because she didn't want her friends to see her tipsy. That's what she called it... tipsy. She was just too adorable for words. Were she anyone else, he'd have hated it, but she was Winifred, so he adored it on her. Every cute or muggle-ish thing she did branded him.
The woman had fed him. He'd tried tacos and flautas and her sangria. All of it had been wonderful. A bit greasy, but wonderful. And she was smart... and funny. Though half the times he'd snickered at her, he was sure she was in earnest and not trying to be humorous in the least. But her way of speaking, her thought process, and the ways she connected those thoughts absolutely intrigued him.
She had not wanted to go 'home', so he had brought her to Malfoy Manor.
Draco had to carry her up the stairs. He had almost just apparated them there, but she'd said it had made her woozy this time when they'd apparated from Blaise's restaurant. He didn't want her puking in his bedroom. He was going to be polite and let her sleep it off a bit... then take her home. There would be no inappropriate touching. Sure, there were tons of guest rooms, but he knew for a fact that his bed was the most comfortable in the whole place, and he wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.
He supposed he shouldn't have taken her robes off. That wasn't very gentlemanly, but he wanted her comfortable. And she was wearing one of those full slip/dress-like things his mother had always worn under her robes. And she had a bra and underpants under that besides. Not that he peeked. Well, he could see the black bra strap under the black slip, and he was assuming the knickers were up under there somewhere. He didn't know, and even so, he hadn't taken her stockings off either, so unless she was wearing garters...
Draco pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. He was going to drive himself mad if he kept on about her underpants or possible lack thereof. She didn't seem like the sort not to wear knickers though.
He could always just... check.
Draco got up quickly and started pacing the room with vicious stomps. He was NOT going to violate her privacy that way. He wasn't. He figured if he told himself this enough times... he actually wouldn't. Draco spun around and looked at her. Thin and wispy, yet very attractive, woman sprawled out on his black down-feather duvet amidst all the black, gray, and green pillows. He sighed and began removing his clothing. He stopped at his trousers, socks, and undershirt... all black. That would be at least somewhat appropriate if this woke her. He wasn't nude.
The silver chain holding a small silver medallion with a snake engraved on it that Snape had given him last Christmas swung away from his neck as he crawled up onto the big bed next to her.
Fred sighed in her sleep and rolled towards him. Draco scooted back so quickly, he nearly tumbled off the bed. When he had righted himself, he moved back to her. The slip hit her just above the knees. It had a little bit of black lace around the hem. It was incredibly sexy.
And he wasn't going to think about that.
Draco gritted his teeth and slid the slip up. He just had to know if she was wearing knickers or not. Draco gasped. She was... but they were rather tiny and lacy. Black lace. Small bits of black lace. And the stockings WERE being held up by garters. Draco groaned and pulled the slip back down. He tried to roll away from her and out of the bed, but she rolled with him.
He didn't get far. Especially since her arm went around his waist as she rolled to her side and spooned into his back. She even snuggled her cheek in between his shoulder blades. Draco blinked for second.
No one, but NO ONE, had ever held him while he slept. He had not allowed it. Not even when he had been a small child. He placed his hand over hers and was about to remove it, but something stopped him. He gave the hand a gentle squeeze and the next thing he knew... was not a lot.
Because he'd fallen asleep himself.
Draco was awake instantly when Fred gasped and jerked to an upright position. He rolled over and looked at her, as she had slept snuggled up to his back most of the night, but she wasn't looking at him. Draco followed her line of sight... to Harry effing Potter. Harry Potter was standing at the foot of his bed. Bloody hell.
"Potter, what are you doing here? Get out."
"Angel's looking for her. He called me on my mobile. He sounded right pissed. I figured you'd be here... with Fred."
"You come to warn me that the overprotective vampire big brother figure might want to intimidate me?"
"No, I came to hasten your taking Fred home before Angel figures out where Malfoy Manor is and comes after you himself. He seems the sort, you know."
"He is the sort." Fred muttered as she went to roll out of the bed but stopped and groaned.
"Fred?" Draco asked in a worried tone.
One that had Harry raising an eyebrow. Draco Malfoy so concerned for a muggle? Granted, Fred was the sweetest muggle Harry had ever known and didn't blame Draco a bit, but really here. It was too odd. It was odd that he'd even asked her out, life saving or not. Draco didn't want anything to do with muggles... until now.
"Oooo. I still feel a bit woozy. I don't think I can handle the apparating thing. I might throw up."
"Then we'll have a car brought 'round to take you home."
"A car to take me home? You aren't going to take me?"
You aren't going to take me? Bloody hell, he sure wanted to. Over and over again. Did she even realize what she'd said? Likely not. Draco closed his eyes and fought not to hear the double entendre in her words.
"No, no, sweet, I will being going with you."
"Oh good... because I don't think I'm ready for our date to be over yet... even if it is morning now. You're more fun than I thought you'd be... even though you're kinda mean sometimes. Not mean to me, but I still can't believe you made the waiter cry."
"He was poking fun at how much you ate. It wasn't polite. What sort of a gentleman would I be if I allowed that, hmm?"
"Don't you have somewhere else to be, Potter?"
"Then I suppose I should thank you..." Fred said. "Even though you were real mean."
"I shall have Blaise extend my apologies to the little girlie waiter who couldn't take being picked upon by big bad Draco."
"Shall we go then?"
Draco glared at Harry.
"What?" Harry said.
"Thick as the stone walls at Hogwarts. Can't you take a hint? Go make yourself useful, Potter. Call us a car on your muggle mobile thing, and give us a moment alone here, Scarhead. Bloody hell. How'd a clueless dumbass like yourself ever defeat Voldemort?"
Harry glared, but left the room.
Fred was glaring at Draco as she tried to put her robes back on. "That wasn't very nice."
"That was Potter and myself. We've never been nice to one another." He said as he moved over and helped her redress.
Fred found herself clothed again in no time.
"You do that too well, I think."
"Dress a girl."
"I undress them even better."
"So if that's really how you are, how come you didn't take advantage last night?"
"Well, I did have a look at your knickers."
Fred gasped. "You looked at my panties?"
"Just looked. I didn't removed them or anything. Didn't even touch them, much as I wanted to. I just adore black lace knickers."
"Well, then I'm glad Cordelia talked me into wearing the black lacy ones instead of the white cotton ones with the little frogs on them that I had on originally."
"I have a feeling those might have been just as sexy."
Fred giggled again, and Draco stepped into her personal space.
"What are you..."
"End of the date... apparently. Doesn't the boy usually kiss the girl goodnight?"
"If she lets him."
"Would you allow it?"
"I suppose I would. After all, we've already slept together." Then she giggled.
Draco shook his head before cupped her cheeks and kissed her. He'd always despised gigglers, but he liked her doing it for some odd reason.
Perhaps he'd ask her out again.
He slid his hands from her cheek and down her shoulders and arms until he could snake them around her tiny waist. All the while still kissing her. Fred pushed up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Yes, perhaps he would ask her out again.