Turned Tables
by Queen of Serpents
Chapter Three: Turn of Events
We stared at each other shock clearly evident in our gaze. Yet I could tell she looked at me differently. My smirk was still plastered in my face. And my gaze hovered hungrily over her, undressing her with my eyes. I pictured her without that shirt I gave her and my smirk drew predatory.
She took a step back, squinting her eyes and glaring at me. I chuckled. She was obviously trying to hide the fact she liked the fact she kissed me.
And obviously failing horribly.
I drew forward.
She drew back.
I stopped.
She stopped.
This was getting pretty fun!
"What are you smiling at?" She spat.
Smiling? Who was smiling? I don't see anyone smiling. But then I realized that at the thought of this being fun, I smiled. Stupid, stupid! I scolded myself.
"Smiling. Ahh yes," I said, trying to maintain my air of aloofness. "If you think I'm smiling at you, you're awfully mistaken."
She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked an eyebrow. Hahaha! 'Cocked an eyebrow!' How gay does that sound!
I mimicked her gesture. She let out an exasperated sigh and then began unbuttoning the buttons of my shirt that she had on. My eyebrow was raised so high up it must have disappeared in my hair. What was she doing? I smirked. Oooh this was fun! Fun fun fun!
As she was undoing the buttons, her head was bowed and her hair came undone from the bun that I made, coming in front of her face. She looked good... Like a wanton hussy.
I licked my lips and she stopped at the top button and raised her eyes so they met mine. Her head was still low and her hair still in front of her face. My slacks felt a few sizes too small. My breath caught at my throat. She raised her eyebrow.
"You are such a perv," she said. Her voice was elegant and sleek. Not in the least bit enraged. I fought the blush that was creeping to my cheeks. She took off the shirt and flung it at my face. I angrily moved it aside and glared at her. I noticed, frustrated, that she still had the blue dress on. I must have forgotten that bit. Damn me and my hormones!
I scowled at her. "What makes you think I was thinking perverse thoughts about you Granger?" I said coolly.
"Because I could see it in your eyes. Plus you are a guy. Even though you're as pretty as a frilly blonde girl sometimes," she said with a mischievous grin. My teeth rattled against each other How dare she say I look like a girl. How dare she!
I tried to cool myself down. Masking my face and making me seem unaffected by her words. I tried to think of something to say but didn't find anything.
"Cat got your tongue?" She said haughtily.
Even through all this anger I couldn't help but smirk at her 'tongue' comment. I stared at her taunting lips and watched as her tongue moved around them as she spoke, not listening to what she ranted about. Yup, she could do wonderful things with that tongue of hers...
But then I caught myself. What am I thinking?
"Mudblood," I hissed.
She's a mudblood. A girl like her shouldn't even be allowed to walk within a breath of me. Let along kiss me. Sure it was a pretty darn good kiss, but heck she's a mudblood. Filthy and unworthy.
She gave me a superior smirk that I never knew she possessed. "What are you smirking at?" I asked her, unnerved by her sudden change in behavior.
She eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint. "Oh you'll know soon," she said cryptically.
I glared at her and didn't really ponder her words. She had a secret but I didn't care really. Bloody mudblood, my mind thought again.
But then again, I'm a half-blood. I'm even worse than her. My mother was a muggle whore who my father dumped right after he had no use for her. All these years of calling her a mudblood was stupid. I have no right to think like that again. Ahh screw you father for landing me in such a predicament!
Only one thought occupied my mind. I couldn't call Granger a mudblood for I'm one myself.
I threw Granger a disgusted look and walked away.
And I was too bewildered at the turn of events of even know where I was going.
We stared at each other. Bloody prat. I can't believe I kissed him! I knew I should have listened to mother's advice and not kiss strangers!
But heck it was a pretty good kiss. I stared down at him hungrily. I wouldn't mind getting some of that! I thought as I saw his shirtless body. Um... He looked good...
But I felt in unease. He was staring at me! The bloody git was staring at me! How dare he? I shot him an icy look trying to show that I didn't like being stared at like that. But then again that was lying isn't it? I was lying to myself. Sure I didn't like the way he stared at me, but he looked so good I couldn't blame him now could I? Not when I was staring at him in the same manner!
He took a step forward.
I took a step back.
He stopped.
I stopped.
Hey! What's he doing! He's playing games with me! And he's smiling too. "What are you smiling at?" I spat angrily. He replied in a mean and Malfoy-like way and enraged, I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow. He imitated my stance.
I gave an exasperated sigh and then something came into my mind. I cackled evilly to myself and began to undo the buttons of my shirt, making sure to do it seductively. I was friends with Lavender and Parvati weren't I? I did learn a few odd tricks here and there.
My hair went in my face and I looked up at him, making sure my head was still lowered. He looked completely flushed and my gaze went down...
"You are such a perv," I said, my voice like silk. He was getting aroused by simply me taking off his shirt. Heck I had a dress underneath too! He really is sex-driven. Bastard.
Hiding my smirk, I took the off and flung it at his face and then grinned triumphantly. He took it off of his face, mad at me and made a comment. I have him one of my own. I always thought he looked like a girl back in our earlier years in Hogwarts. But he was still beautiful in a manly, my mind reflected.
He didn't have anything to say. Ha! I beat him in a battle of wit! Well not exactly wit. My mind was becoming quite blank but at least I made him speechless.
But then he hissed, "Mudblood."
I fumed momentarily but then smirked remembering my true lineage. I wasn't a mudblood. I wouldn't tell him yet though. Let him find out on his own. Wait till he hears the news. That his precious Pansy was a muggleborn and I was a pureblood. All those years of taunting and now I'm his equal.
Well at least I know one thing, I'm pretty pleased with the turn of events. At least now I had something to hang of over the arrogant pureblooded Slytherin's head. And seeing his reaction would be lovely.
He left after giving me a disgusted look. I wonder what his problem is. And where is he going! I need to go with him! I'm lost too you know!