Turned Tables

by Queen of Serpents

Chapter Six: Turning Wheels

My hand rubbed my stinging cheek. My gray eyes were flashing in hatred. Though as angry as I was, I was impressed. Granger had spunk. I always knew that but to resist my sexy charms and kisses was something I never thought anyone could do.

I looked into the distance where the carriage she got on was at. It was skidding along, being pulled by an imaginary force. A threstal I suppose. I really wouldn't know. Thankfully I never was there when a person died. I never understood before why. Blaise Zabini could so what not I? Why hadn't father trusted me enough to take me to the revels?

I now know why.

I was halfblood and halfbloods are not welcome to the revels.

The Dark Lord is a halfblood too, but I suppose it was okay for him. Afterall it was he who started this... Society and he who was our Lord.

I shook my head and rubbed my cheek a little more. He's not my Lord anymore. I might be spared by the killings but I was not welcome. Besides who said I wanted to be a part of them. People say a Malfoy is not to be trusted. It's the truth. Any day now he'll switch sides in an instant. If the muggle-loving fool Dumbledore wins, he'll go right along to him.

What about me you ask?

I'm in no side. No need to be in one. I'll be spared by the Dark Lord and spared by Dumbledore. Life was going along just right.

I looked ahead into the emptiness. All I was able to see where paths going into nothing and bunch of stupid trees.

No it wasn't going along right at all. I was bloody lost and the Mudblood Granger abandoned me. The bitch.

Speaking of bitches is it just me or do I see her face sticking out of the carriage window?

Carriage window? Granger?

My lips twitched into a smirk. So she couldn't leave me huh? How can anyone resist me?

She opened the carriage and didn't look at me, just sat there with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Get in," she said. I could tell she was forced to do this. She didn't want me to go in eh? Or was this a facade? Maybe her pride wouldn't let her show that she was guilty or regretting slapping me away. I pouted my lower lip and got inside sitting next to her. The door shut by it self, scaring me half to death.

I could see a smile twitch on her face which vanished as quickly as it came.

I looked around the carriage. How did she get one of these? A muggleborn like her couldn't get these could they? It wasn't those renting kinds either but the personal ones. I could tell by the extragavant detailing and the expensive leather seats. Weasley couldn't afford it, hell no. Potter maybe?

No. The door handle was that of a serpent. The leather seats were green. The decorations green and silver. It must belong to a Slytherin's. A rich one at that but where in Merlin's toenails did she get one of these?

I scooted closer to her and opened my mouth to ask but she interrupted me.

"No talking and ..." She stood up and went to occupy the seath opposite of where she sat before so I could see her directly. "...NO TOUCHING."

My jaw dropped and I stared at her. What no talking? But I want to know where she got this carriage from! And no touching either? Wtf?

I slid down on my seat, sulking. My knees touched hers.

"That's it!" She yelled. "I told you not to touch me. OUT!"

I sat upright and then said, "No! It was an accident Granger. Chill."

She glared at me. "Listen Malfoy, I'm being nice and allowing you a ride, if you don't keep your hands to yourself then I won't hesitate to kick you out. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head.

"Now where should I drop you off? Malfoy Manor I suppose?"

Darkness engulfed me. I couldn't go there. Wonderful. Just wonderful. "No. The hotel in Hogsmeade would be all right."

She raised her eyebrow. "Hotel? Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders and then a smirk grazed my lips. "Why ask Granger? Do you wish to come with me?"

She let out an exasperated sigh. "You're such a boy Malfoy."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I retorted.

She rolled her eyes. "Nothing."

Silence.

She closed her eyes and sunk down in her seat, sleeping. Now her knees were touching mine. The carriage must have been pretty small inside if our knees could touch like that. I couldn't resist the urge of putting my hand on her knee. She didn't feel anything or if she did, she made no effort to stop me.

My smirk grew wider. I don't know why but I like teasing her, pulling her strings to frustrate her to no end. I liked to see her face flushed from anger. It really made my day. After my dad kicked me out, I was left pretty down. I was thinking about heading to the stip club later on last night or something. That certainly would've helpd me out.

But now I had Granger...

My hand crept up her leg. Her blue dress was pretty short so I was able to slip my fingers under the hem of her dress and was delighted to feel the smooth skin of her thighs. The rain from last night made her skin still a little damp and she smelled nice.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to simply enjoy the feel of her soft skin...

I leaned forward so that my mouth reached her ear. I blew into it and she stirred, not fully awakening and moved position so that her leg landed on top of my lap.

No doubt I was excited. I normally wouldn't really take advantage of a sleeping girl... But this opportunity was not one I wanted to let pass. I'd beat myself up later on for sure. My other hand went on the ankle of the leg she threw over my own and I moved my other hand which was on her thigh up in circular motions. She let out a soft moan which sounded like music to my ears.

As soon and my fingers reached her midthigh, her eyes flung open and I was caught like a deer in the headlights.

Oh shit.

SMACK!

Yep another slap right on my cheek. The same one too. It hurt like hell.

"YOU BLOODY PRICK! How dare you? HOW DARE YOU? You don't go taking advanatge of a girl like that when their sleeping! Especially when I hate your guts and told you not to touch me! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOUR BLOODY MANNERS? IF MY PARENTS FIND OUT THEY'LL CURSE YOU INTO OBLIVION!"

"But you're parents are muggles," I pointed out. I'm so stupid. I can't believe those are the only words I was able to say. Sure it was true, her parents were muggles but that wasn't the right time to point that out. Big mistake.

Her face got red, her wild hair in front of her face. She closed her eyes took a deep breath and then opened her eyes again to give me one of the most nastiest glares I ever seen.

"NO THEY AREN'T!" She yelled confusing me even more.

"But--"

"THAT'S IT!" She hollered. "OUT! I WANT YOU OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

The carriage stopped to an abrupt hault nearly making me topple on top of her. She flung open the door and when I made no move to get out, she took my hand and dragged me out.

"But Granger---"

"Shut up!" she snapped.

"I'm sor---"

But I couldn't finish the sentence for before I knew it, she got back in the carriage and the door slammed shut in front of my face, not allowing me to finish. The wheels of the carriage began to turn and soon it was back out of site. And as those wheels turned, the wheels in my own head were turning too. Fast. What did she mean that her parents aren't muggles? Something was wrong here. Dreadfully wrong. And if I'm not mistaken it says 'Parkinson' on the back of the carriage with the family cresent stamped on it.

Yes the wheels in my head were turning fast and my jaw was left hanging open in complete and utter shock.

I can't believe I'm doing this. Allowing him inside the carriage. I knew it would be mean to leave him outside like that but him? And if he touched me? Merlin help him, I don't know what I'll do.

He had a stupid little smirk on his face. I refused to look at him. Refused to see the satisified look on his face. He even had the nerve to sit next to me! The door closed which made him squeak a little. I had to stop myself from laughing. It was really funny.

He scooted over to me so his thigh was touching mine. As much as I hated the thought, I liked the feel of it. It sent jolts up and down my spine.

I had to stop this. No touching. No touching at all.

When I told him that, he was left sulking as I sat on the seat opposite him. I had to admit he looked cute with his lip pouted like that. Real cute. I almost wanted to kiss those little soft pouty lips of his. I almost did so but when his knees touched mine, my reason came rushing back. This was getting ridiculous.

I was so mad at myself I told him to get out. Pretty funny way of venting out my inner frustration. He told me it was an accident and I knew that too so I let him off the hook.

He told me he was staying at a hotel. I wonder why. Nah I know, maybe to bring the bloody whores there to screw or something.

I still asked him. Being the bloody peverted boy he was he made a suggestive comment. I was so disgusted by his sense of humor and his overall perverted character that I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

I knew he was peverted. I just wanted to see how far he could go on without touching me. I guess I was thinking too highly of myself. After all why would he want to touch me, but then again he always did have that urge to kiss me so I wanted to test his patience.

My knees touched his and I ignored the pleasurable jolts I got from the contact.

A second later I felt his hand on my knee. He didn't even last for more than 3 seconds. Tsk tsk. How much more sex-driven can one get?

When I felt his fingers riding up my thigh I was getting pretty scared by then. Not because of what he might do, I had my wand with me now so it's not like I couldn't defend myself but because of the fact I didn't want to stop him.

When I felt his breath in my ear it tickled. Geez why did it have to feel so bloody good? And why the hell was his fingers feeling so nice on my thigh? And why the hell am I not moving away?

I decided to play around a bit more and lifted my leg so that it landed on his lap. He immediately put his hand on my ankle while his other hand was teasing the skin of the inside of my thigh. Shit it felt so good. I couldn't stop that moan from coming out my mouth. His fingers were so soft.

Get a hold of yourself! I shouted at myself. I shook my head, gave me another one of those mental slaps and flung my eyes open.

He looked so funny with his eyes wide open like that. Like a little boy found doing something mommy told him a million times not to do.

I was still mad though.

I shouted so much I lost track of what I was saying.

I even talked about my parents.

His first words got me so mad, I kicked him out.

And now as the wheels turn in the carriage and Malfoy is left in the middle of who-knows-where, the wheels in my head were turning too. How much have I revealed about myself? My parents? I was supposed to break it to him in a completely different way, now he'll suspect.

Shit. I just realized that the Parkinson cresent is marked on the back of the carriage.

The wheels were turning rapidly in my head, confusion, shock, plans of revenge, all mixed into one facial expression of my jaw left hanging wide open.