Warning: This chapter contains very hoarse and indecent language, thoughts, innuendo and actions. Should you be offended, I darest say do not read.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to slytherinswn for obvious reasons. I love you, girlie!

Turned Tables

by Queen of Serpents

Chapter Four: Pond Without Water

I have been fished out, stripped and hung to dry.

Literally.

I, Pansy Parkinson, am no longer a Parkinson. No longer a pureblood. No longer worthy of being Slytherin's Slut. I am lower than low. No better than the mudbloods that my father brings so I can practice screwing. Not worthly of being Draco's beloved whore. These boobs of mine are no longer worthy of being fondled by the many purebloods that come to me for pleasure. No longer am I who I thought I was. No longer am I me.

What happened you ask? Why do I feel that I can't screw any other pureblood guy that crosses my path? Why am I so depressed you say?

Well you would be too if you found out that the parents who gave you whatever you want, be it boy, money, or food suddenly told you that you are no longer theirs. That you were switched by a bloody mudblood that you despise so much, you want to pluck out her large boobs and feed them to the owl that belongs to the-boy-who-lived-to-screw-my-brains-out. You would want to grab your beloved Draco and beg him not to leave for even though you are no longer a pureblooded Parkinson and he is no longer forced to marry you. You would want to kill your parents for teaching you to be the slut you are.

You would also want to bonk them on the head with your big enlarged boobs for lying to you or just wail like a complete pug-faced baby which you are if you were in my peanut-sized brain. Which is, in fact, what I'm doing this very instant as I'm being dragged out of the water in which I had jumped into as I was being forced to sit in a muggle thing called a car to be taken away to my hideous muggle parents.

"Pansy, dear me what a dreadful name I had given you," my mother began that day ...or was it night? "I have news that may make you want to suffocate me with your enormous breasts which I have given you liberty of enlarging even more to please those pureblooded boys in your dreadfully awful school ran by that muggle-loving lemon-sucker of a Headmaster, I shall tell you anyway in hopes that you will somehow, miraculously understand."

I nodded my head, the words not entering my peanut sized brain which at this moment is thinking about how to please Drakie-pooh. Maybe giving him some lemons my mother was talking about would help.

"Though this news I shall give you might cause you to get into one of those hideous temper tantrums that I thus far always allowed, you must understand that we will always hate you no matter what. For the reason you had been a very good, slutty girl that pleased all the boys in your school, we will allow you to go undamaged than you already are to that deplorable excuse of a house in the world we are bent about destroying," said my mother.

I nodded my head again, squeezing my breasts together so that a line may appear between that that seems to dazzle all the boys in school.

My mother gave me a disgusted look and then continued by looking away from me. "You see you are not my daughter. Because by telling you in another, my sophisticated way you will not understand let me spell this much out to you: YOU ARE A BLOODY MUDBLOOD AND YOU MUST GET AWAY FROM ME THIS INSTANT YOU YUCKY MUDBLOOD GRANGER YOU!"

I still didn't understand. "Granger?" I echoed scrunching up my nose.

My mother, or mother-who-wasn't gave an irritated sigh and then said, "You are now Pansy Granger. A mudblood. No more pureblood parties and Drakie-pooh for you."

"NO MORE DRAKIE POOH!" I yelled and promptly passed out.

Now as I sit in this muggle thing that I have been told countless times was a "car" I squeeze the water out of my very wet blonde hair which got there due to the water that was dumped on me after I insisted that the waterless pond called a "ditch" I had jumped into needed to be filled with water.

I was ditched by my pureblooded parents.

I am a pond without water and my boobs are in dire need to be squeezed by Drakie-pooh! Waa! I want my drakie-pooh!

Author's Note: So there you have it Pansy's POV. A little change and some humor however short it may be.

Also the next chapter will have Draco and Hermione's points of views again like I did in the previous chapters. No, I'm not offended by your remarks about the POVs however though it may seem slow or tedious, it's all there for a reason. It's also an experiment. Plus after Hermione and Draco won't see each other or won't be in the other's presence, finding out their perspectives shall become important. I'm sorry if this makes this story slow in any way. I really apologize for it but I will add Pansy and maybe a few others inside occasionally so it won't be so bad.

Also for your questions regarding sorting and name changes: read the story to find out.

All Hail,

Queen of Serpents