Turned Tables

by Queen of Serpents

Chapter Two: Kissed

I, with my white blond hair darkened by the rain, turned my head from side to side as my steely gray eyes searched for shelter. Cursing colorfully, I looked for a right place for a person of my standards to stay in to keep the rain off my expensive clothes. But soon I remembered that I didn't have standards for I was now a half-blood but at least I was allowed to keep my expensive, quarter of a million galleon wardrobe. Unfortunately I didn't wear clothes that would keep me dry, but at least I had a cloak over my shoulders though it was made from a silky-like material and didn't keep me as dry as I would wish. Now I regretted putting all my things away in a small motel room I rented for the night.

Normally I, being a wizard, would have used my wand to Apparate away, but sadly and very embarrassingly, I didn't pass the Apparation tests and thus didn't get my license and could go away. Thank Merlin no one knew or my reputation would be tarnished and people would laugh at me for centuries. I also was too gloomy to think of any spells that would keep me dry. Stupid father, leaving me out in the rain. What sort of person is he? The bastard.

Cursing profoundly at my father who kicked me out of the house, I began to walk aimlessly around the large park, not knowing that I was getting deeper and deeper into the heart of the place. Suddenly I saw a figure walking and I followed her lead. I knew it had to be a girl for only a female would possess such fine, curvy feminine features. I opened my mouth and yelled, "Excuse me!" trying my best to be a gentleman, but unfortunately the young woman didn't hear me for at the same moment lightning flashed and thunder roared and she walked on oblivious to my calling.

I took an extra step toward her to see where she was and was happy to see some sort of shelter. It looked to be a greenhouse of sorts and I ran, as fast as my long legs could carry me over to the door and yanked it open with a relieved smile on my face.

I was happy to see that girl seated on a stool. Today is my lucky day, I thought as I looked her up and down, liking what I saw. Nice legs, dripping with water and a sheer blue dress thrown over her shoulders. Unfortunately she had crossed her arms over her chest, so I couldn't see what lay behind them and even though the darkness concealed her face, I was able to make out her flashing brown eyes and a scowl on her face through the faint light that came from a lamp post quite a long while away outside from where we were standing.

Shaking my head and realizing that the day wasn't lucky as I thought it was a moment before, I looked behind me and saw a stool such as the one the young woman was sitting upon. I dusted it from the soil, still having not broken the habit of staying clean and fit for I was a rich pureblood just a week ago, gave an irritated Humph! and sat down.

After a minute of silence, I was about to say something to the girl, probably hoping that she knew where she was and wasn't as lost as I am, but I shut my mouth. Somehow I knew that she too must be lost or why would she be here in the first place? I noticed her closing her eyes and shivering and realized that whatever she was wearing wasn't enough for her to stay warm for her hair was soaking wet and her dress was as well. I wondered why she wore a dress out in such a day, but didn't ponder much on it and stood up taking off my cloak and then my shirt that should be dry underneath.

I had decided to be a gentleman and give her my dry shirt so she could stay warm. Normally the best thing to do would be to take everything off and not wear a thing that's wet, but as much as I want, we couldn't be nude in each other's presence and this was the best we could do.

When I draped my shirt over her trembling shoulders, I couldn't help but hold my breath and urge myself not to touch her. Her hair was wet and also a tangled mess (most likely it was frizzy for she didn't know how to take care of it...much like Hermione Granger in a way...the mudblood) and it would probably get her a terribly cold in the morning, so I dried it up as best as I could and held it up it a bun. I saw her chest rise and fall and I knew she must be afraid so I left her presence as fast as I could without scaring her. Normally I would have pounced on her right then, but taking advantage of a poor helpless girl in a greenhouse with the rain pouring hard over the glass, seemed a bit too rash. Besides she looked like a girl not be taken lightly with.

She said, "Thank you" and I nodded in response not trusting my voice and closed my eyes trying to sleep. However I woke up due to thunder and turned my gaze to see her trembling in fear. Our eyes met and then after another loud thunder, she gave a girlish shriek. Why do all girls have to be scared by a little thunder? I wondered as I walked towards her and wrapped my arms around her. Well I suppose it's okay if they do. It gives me a chance to calm them...but by holding them in my arms, I thought with a mischievous smirk.

I rocked her in my arms as I wondered who she could probably be. She feel asleep for about less than 10 minutes and woke again when I began drawing circles on her lower back under the shirt I gave her. She looked pretty good in my shirt, too bad I couldn't see her face though. She was humming as I caressed her back and then lifted her face to meet mine and I saw this as a perfect opportunity to kiss her. We did and I must say her lips were nice and soft. I pulled her closer not wanting to stop and pried her lips open with my tongue and I smirked as she moaned. She was too easy.

However as soon as I was getting started, lightning hit a tree and it fell with a THUMP and she parted in fear and buried her face in my chest and I stifled a moan as her lips brushed against my chest. She fell asleep after it and I tried get some shut eye as well.

Pretty soon I did and when morning came I saw that I was in a uncomfortable position on the floor with my back resting against the stool that the girl had been sitting on before. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up straighter grumpily, my whole body sore from the position that I slept in. (And with a painful morning 'you-know-what'.) I felt something heavy on my lap and looked down to see the girl from last night curled up in my arms. I remembered kissing her in the night and smirked. Kissing was all right but he could've done so much more...

Her face was covered with her brown frizzy hair and I made a mental note to get her to a stylist or at least buy a serum to take the frizz away.

Suddenly I felt very cold and sneezed, waking the her. She lifted her hand, perhaps to hide a yawn or something and then lifted her head and her brown eyes met mine. When I saw her face and she saw mine, our jaws dropped and she scrambled off my lap, (which, might I add, had done something shocking, yet nonetheless pleasing to my 'down-there-place if you catch my drift)

She said my name in an irritated and shocked manner as did I. Out of all the people in the world did it have to be her?

And fuck I was kissed by a mudblood!

But my lips twitched to a smirk at the memory of her kiss. For a mudblood she kissed pretty good and her lips weren't all that bad either.

I, with my frizzy brown hair, matted down to my head because of the rain, turned my head from side to side as my brown eyes searched frantically for shelter. Any kind, a store or even a box would do, to keep this heavy pounding of rainwater off of me. I was shivering from the cold, my pretty pale blue dress, worn to impress my pureblood parents, was not enough to keep me warm from the thundering breezes. It was completely soaked through, making it nearly translucent but fortunately the darkness would conceal me from wandering eyes.

At last from my field of vision, I saw a source of shelter. It looked to be a greenhouse of sorts, with plants growing happily without the rain pouring down and the wind unable to blow so hard that it would tear them from their roots.

Normally I, being a witch, would have Apparated, or used my wand to make myself dry, but unfortunately I had stupidly left my bag in the broken carriage and in that bag remained my wand and I could do nothing because the carriage, along with my personal belongings, had been moved sometime ago as I was crying my heart out to be fixed in the nearest wizard garage.

The park that I was sitting in during my pondering, was vast and I was now standing at the very heart of it, for the driver and decided to use the road in the middle of the park as a shortcut. Now cursing that driver for going through this road and leaving without me, I walked my way over to the greenhouse, hoping the rain would stop pouring soon so that I could walk outside and look for a way back to my home. But then the sudden reality that my home is not with my parents, the Grangers, but with the yucky Parkinsons, made my eyes sting and I felt like crying all over again. How can I be a Parkinson? Hermione Parkinson. The name doesn't even sound right!

Dear Merlin what have you got me into now?

At last the rain had stopped pounding on my body for I was in the safety of the greenhouse, sitting on a small stool usually used for the gardeners when sitting down to dig new plants and replant old ones. And so I waited and dried my tears and hoped the rain would stop pouring or that the night would quickly end so day could come and I could look for the place where the Parkinson's lived and where I will from now on.

Suddenly the door opened and I turned my head to see who had opened the door and closed it which such a loud thud. It was a man, tall at the height of probably 6 feet. He had silky blond hair, darkened by the rain. He was lean and muscular yet his facial features were hidden from my eyes for the darkness of the place concealed it.

I could see his eyes though, staring intently at me. They were grey silvery eyes, familiar; mysterious and scary yet also sexy in some weird crazy way. By the looks of it he was a total hottie as Lavender Brown would say. I shook my head, scolding myself for thinking such thoughts about a stranger. Damn me and stupid hormones.

Then I opened my mouth to say something, most likely to ask him if he knew where I could go find a place that could take me to my pureblood parent's house, but the words never escaped my lips for a reason I knew not. Maybe it's because I saw him still staring at me. I felt his gaze still linger on my person, and self consciously, I crossed my arms over my chest. The little prick. How dare he check me out in such a situation? I glared at him, my eyes flashing dangerously as a warning that told him not to mess with me.

He took the hint and walked over to another stool across from where I seated. It seemed to me that he was just as lost as I was and it also seemed that he disliked sitting on such an unclean place for before sitting, he brushed some of the soil off the stool and sat with a irritated Hmph!

Shaking my head and cursing (something I rarely ever do) I wondered why I was stuck with a person who also didn't know where he was. Why couldn't someone who actually knew what he was doing come and offer help? Why send did this, no doubt, rich, obnoxious person who thought of himself too high and mighty to even sit on a stool, come and not someone who would at least give me good company by talking to me and making me feel better. He should be grateful that he found somewhere safe to sit instead of being out there, getting wet in the rain. Unfortunately not all people are thankful and good-natured. He reminded me of Draco Malfoy in a way. What a bastard.

I closed my eyes and tried my very best not to shiver for now my wet hair was dripping on to my clothes, making me tremble at the feel of the cold water on my cold wet skin. Why didn't I wear a cloak was a reason I knew not.

I must have still been sitting with my eyes closed for I didn't notice him taking off his shirt until he draped it around my freezing petite frame. It wasn't wet, probably his cloak soaked up all the water and didn't allow him to get wet. Shock and worry overflowed me and I fluttered my eyes open, ready to glare at him but when I saw his half-naked form, my breathing quickened, adrenaline pumping through my body, and I simply stared as hungrily as a starving dog staring at a delicious bone. I wondered what he was doing and couldn't help but notice his toned, six-pack stomach and his hard chest. My mouth suddenly became dry as I inhaled the scent of his cologne, perhaps something expensive and something just utterly him. Mmmm...sexy.

I shut my eyes again, scolding myself for staring at him and shivered even more when I felt his calloused hands touch my skin and he held up my hair and squeezed out all the excess water. I wondered why I hadn't thought of that before. It sure would have beat having the bloody water drip, wetting my already wet clothes to the point where they became see-through. But then my thoughts turned to panic as I wondered why he was so close to me and whether he would try anything on me. I foolishly didn't have my wand so defending myself would be a problem, but luckily Harry and Ron had begun to give out fighting lessons instead of DA lessons after that foul woman, Umbridge, had left. Not needing extra DA lesson for DADA was back since Dumbledore was, Harry decided to help out with physical defensive tactics with the help of a new 5th Year who had learned as a young boy.

Therefore, I --though I wasn't much good, preferring to learn about spells more since they were easier-- still know a few old tricks yet the fear still was embedded in my mind. If he were to do anything I could only hold him off for so long and then nothing could help me for they were in a greenhouse in the middle of a park with no one around for a mile around.

But suddenly I felt the absence of his presence and raised my hand to my hair and noticed that he had put it up in a bun. I watched as he threw his own cloak over his shoulders after squeezing out the excess water and a part of my mind wished he didn't. I wouldn't mind ogling his wet gleaming body. I licked my dry lips and muttered a "Thank you," as my fingers buttoned up the buttons of the silky shirt he gave me.

He nodded his head, not speaking a word and closed his eyes as if in deep thought. So much for some company. I sunk down on my feet, off of the uncomfortable stool that made my butt sore, and dozed off on the ground.

I woke again due to thunder and lightning. I knew it was childish to be afraid and normally I'm not but the greenhouse was shaking and the trees outside were nearly getting blown out of their roots. I trembled in fear and looked at my companion to see if he would offer any comfort. And then I saw his eyes open too and he looked at me weary and when there was another roar of lightning I shrieked a girlish shriek.

I shut my eyes in fear and also scolded myself for acting like such a scared girl for I am a brave Gryffindor. We aren't supposed to be scared. And suddenly I felt two arms wrap themselves around me and again when lightning flashed and thunder roared I buried myself in his hard chest and my hormones were pleased to find that he was once again shirtless. Perhaps the cloak was too wet and he decided to go without it. His skin was still wet and cold too but I found comfort in his arms and he soothingly rocked me and pretty soon I found myself drifting off to sleep again.

Again I woke and it was not due to thunder or lightning but due to a soothing, yet ticklish feeling on my lower back. I fluttered my eyes open and found myself still in the stranger's arms and realized that he was drawing lazy circles on my back and for some reason, despite myself I was humming. He looked down at me and I looked up at him and time froze as I suddenly found myself being drawn upwards toward him and saw his face coming near mine, his eyes never leaving me. When we were an inch apart his gray eyes came to a close as did mine and I felt his soft lips cover mine.

I gasped at the feeling of having a stranger kiss me, but his lips were so wonderful, they molded onto mine as though mine was built to fit his. His hands, that were on my back, drew me closer so that my upper body came flush against his and a light moan came from my mouth as I felt his tongue egg it's way into my mouth.

But then lightning struck a tree outside and the tree fell with a large THUMP! and I parted from him, burying my face once again in his chest as he repeated his calming caresses on my back. I don't know how long I slept, but in the morning, I woke up due to a sneeze. Opening my eyes, I found myself in the arms of a stranger and I smiled and touched my lips remembering the light kiss we shared. I lifted my head to see who had been so kind as to kiss me and make me feel better and remove my fear away.

Looking up, I finally noticed the facial features of the boy who had given me his shirt. My eyes flashed with hatred, and I scrambled off of his lap and spoke his name in an irritated and shocked manner and so did he. Out of all the people in the world did it have to be him?

And oh dear Merlin I was kissed by a prat!

But I still blushed at the memory. For a pureblooded bastard, he was a great kisser and his lips didn't feel that bad either.