Turned Tables

by Queen of Serpents

Chapter Five: Slapped

Just as I began to walk out the door of the greenhouse, I heard Granger's footsteps behind me. I didn't want to stop walking but I didn't want to leave her behind either. How messed up is my life?

At last she caught up to me, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. Her brown hair was extremely frizzy due to the rain last night but it suited her.

ACK! What the bloody fuck? Am I turning psychotic? Maybe my mother's genes are finally kicking in. No wait this crazy side is from my father. The bloody imbecile.

"What do you want?" I sneered, my mood fouled by the thoughts of my father. Plus the fact that we were both lost.

"What makes you think I want anything from you?" She retorted, obviously mad because of my harsh tone.

I didn't say a word back. I was still in shock for the fact I couldn't call her a mudblood. We just kept on walking. We didn't know where we were going but since it was morning we would bound to meet someone along the way. Right?

"Do you have your wand?" my companion asked suddenly.

"Er... Yeah?" I answered unsure of why she wanted to know.

She stopped walking and I did too.

"So why didn't you use it to call for help?" she said, her tone very much annoyed. "Like send signals or even bloody Apparate!" she yelled.

I fought my cheeks from going red from embarrassment. I couldn't tell her that I couldn't Apparate. It would ruin my image which already has been fouled by my damned father!

I was silent for a while.

I heard her laugh. "Oh I get it," she said between her giggles. "You can't Apparate can you?"

I remained quiet and counted to 10 hoping to calm myself. I did not like to be made fun of. Not one bit.

She laughed and giggled and pointed at me. "Malfoy? Can't Apparate? Wait till I tell the others!"

She laughed some more and my resolve wavered until I was so frustrated, I turned to face her, grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in so my lips crushed against hers.

At least that got her to stop laughing, I thought mentally shrugging.

I shoved my tongue passed her barrier of teeth and curled it with her own.

She practically melted against me.

Without letting go of my mouth and telling myself that not getting a teeny bit of air won't hurt, I wrapped an arm around her and angled her head for maximum access.

Yep it was good. Just as I remembered from last night. Fun. It was fun fun fun!

But then the fun suddenly ended as she superhumanly pushed me back so that I was forced to let go of her waist and those delicious lips of hers. Then I felt white hot pain against my cheek.

SMACK!

The sound of her palm against my cheek echoed through the park. Birds chipped and flew away frightened.

I stood there with a hand on my cheek retracing my steps to find out what I did wrong. Nope nothing wrong.

Before I knew what happened next a carriage passed by and stopped when it saw Granger's hand fluttering in the air. Within seconds she was inside and the carriage gone.

My cheeks burned.

Yes she would pay for this. Dearly.

Man he walks real fast. Those legs of his were long. I giggled in my head and then gave myself a mental slap. Stop thinking this way. Stop thinking this way. STOP BLOODY THINKING THIS WAY!

There the thoughts of his kiss and those legs, and those hands --I think you get the message-- have finally left.

I was left panting when I finally caught up to him. Was it because of that short walk or something else?

I gave myself another one of those mental slaps followed by a kick.

"What do you want?"

If it weren't for that rude sneer I would have answered with a lot of things. For one I want to get out of this bloody place and not be lost with him as my companion. I want my parents to say it was all a mistake and that I wasn't a Parkinson. I want to get rid of this blue dress. Not having such frizzy hair would be a plus too. And maybe feeling his lips on mine wouldn't be so bad either...

Ouch! My mind gave me another one of those kicks off it's own accord.

It made me cranky. The little prick thinks so highly of himself eh? I'll show him. When he finds out who I really am, he'll be giving himself those mental kicks. Many of them.

After I tell him something back there's silence. Weird...

After a while I cool down and ask him if he has his wand even though I'm positive he doesn't. If he did, he wouldn't be lost here like me.

He didn't. And the most surprisingly hilarious thing is, he can't Apparate. Oh how the mighty have fallen!

I laughed at him so much, my eyes were tearing and next thing I know I have two very yummy lips crushing and bruising mine. Mmmm... Good.

I gave me a mental kick and slapped myself. Yep I am going mental if I'm enjoying this bloody kiss even though seconds ago I was wanting another one. His tongue was rubbing against my own and when I felt his arms around me and my head was kicking me REALLY hard, I pushed him away. I was surprised by my own strength. He was startled and I gave him exactly what my own mind was giving me all this time.

Yep the sound of my palm against his cheek was satisfying.

A carriage! Yay! I'm saved and good timing too.

I ran over to it and got inside. Through the window I saw Malfoy touching his swollen cheek. Was I too harsh on him? After all he was nice enough to walk with me... And we both were lost.

Yep there it was again. Those mental slaps.

He would pay for this. Dearly. But first I guess I should invite him inside. Should I?