Turned Tables

by Queen of Serpents

Chapter Eight: Stripped

Man, I was lost. So goddamn lost. Damn Granger for leaving me here alone. Who does she think she is? The bloody bitch. And the crescent on the carriage. A Parkinson crescent? What did that mean.

I scratched my head and kicked the rock in front of me, heard it skip on the ground and then squashed a weed underneath my feet. I felt like squashing Granger just like it. The nerve of her leaving me like this.

I looked up at the sky and wondered where in Merlin's beard I was stranded at. There were trees everywhere and two roads. I just wish I remembered which one Granger went on. That way would be my best bet to get out of this godforsaken place.

The sky was beginning to grow pink by now. Clouds were beginning to form and the sun was setting. How long was I standing there? Since sunrise to sundown?

It was all Granger's fault. And now even my stomach was growling.

Why didn't anyone come this way?

Suddenly, while looking up at the sky, I remembered how the wind felt tugging at my clothes and my face while I was up there, riding fast on my broom. The feeling was incredible. I felt as though I was truly the master of the air while up there.

Which then made me finally realize what a complete idiot I was.

I took his wand out of my pocket, cursed myself for not getting my Apparation license and then Accio-ed my broom.

Screw Granger for leaving me and not helping me out. But I didn't need help from a worthless Mudblood. I would get myself home.

My broom went up, I climbed on and took off fast.

But as I was up there, I realized I had no place to go.

I also realized I needed to get my mind off the bitch. There was only one thing that would get my mind off of her and the fact I was officially a half-blood: going to the Strip Club with Zabini.

I liked Strip Clubs a lot. Especially a Strip Club called Sir Lancelot's Lance.

And I liked the strippers even more.

I finally reached the threshold of the Parkinson Manor. It's wasn't too grand but the property was about 7 acres large, the manor 14,000 square feet. Basically it was big and I was amazed. I went from a small, ½ acre cozy house to this.

Even the thought of leaving Malfoy alone, stranded there, didn't matter to me. Nor did the fact that he might figure out my secret. But then again, he wouldn't know about all of this unless Pansy told him. And the possibility of him finding out that way was pretty great. But I hoped fate was on my side and my plan would go smoothly. I just needed to wait until school reopened.

The massive mahogany doors opened and I was looking straight into a huge foyer with 2 intertwining wooden staircases in front of me. I figured the door was opened magically and took a step forward until a squeaky voice scared me and made me jump a mile high.

"Hello, Miss Parkinson. Frilly was waiting for miss to come. Frilly will take miss's belongings and take her to her room. Please, follow me miss!"

I looked down and saw the elf that greeted me. She was a female house-elf, clad in a bright pink, frilly pillowcase that reminded me of Pansy's frilly pink dress she wore at the Yule Ball in 4th Year.

"Hello, Frilly," I said, bending down to look at her. She had big bright almond-colored eyes and a huge smile. I decided to free her by giving away my only pink hat. It would fit perfectly between those two pointy ears of hers. I wondered how many other elves there were and whether my new parents would object if I would free them. They better not. Or if they do, I don't care. There will be no elves in any place I live unless they're paid. It was final.

"Follow me, miss," the house-elf squeaked, pleased I didn't yell at her.

The house was so big, that by the time I reached my own personal Wing, my feet were tired and I fell straight face first on the pink fully bed. Everything in the East Wing was pink. It was sickening at times. I wanted to puke.

"Frilly will be making miss a nice hot bath. Master and Mistress Parkinson will waiting for you at Dinner."

With the snap of her fingers, the elf was gone.

The bath was warm, refreshing, and I didn't like the fact she was quickly falling under the spell of luxury. I wasn't the type, yet it felt so natural. Tsk tsk, Hermione, I told myself.

When I went downstairs, I wore a pink dress that Frilly picked out for me. I just couldn't say no to her and tell her pink wasn't my color. It would be mean and Frilly was so happy…

Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson, my real parents, were already seated by the table. Another house-elf, a male this time who did not speak, helped me into my chair. The dinner was in silence and I tried eating as politely as I could. Mrs. Parkinson (I couldn't really call her my mother. She was so cold!) kept looking at me and scrutinizing my eating habit. She looked at me as though I wasn't her long lost, daughter but a filthy Mudblood which I believed I was to be all this time.

Her gaze stung.

Mr. Parkinson, however, was not looking at me at all.

Gee, I felt so much at home!

Not.

Dinner ended and I didn't know what to do from there. I just wished Frilly would come soon and tell me what I had to do next. I could really do with a nice hot bath right now…

"Hermione—ack, what a hideous name that Muggle has given you, but at least it's better than Pansy--," my mother told me as we walked toward the family room. "Now that you are apart of the Parkinson family, a family with a Pureblooded lineage that dates back as far as the Malfoys, you must adhere to the basic rules of the family that a Parkinson female must obey."

My father still didn't look at me. He was smoking a cigar exported from South America.

"As a Parkinson female, you have strict rules to follow that sets up how you must act, talk, and even think. A Parkinson female is created to marry Pureblooded men and have lots and lots of sex only for the procreation of Pureblooded heirs for your family and raise good, Pureblooded girls for the purpose of keeping Pureblooded men happy. Your purpose is to look pretty, act nice among your Pureblooded peers, insult those beneath you, and please Pureblooded men."

I blinked once, stared at her, and then blinked again.

What the f----?

Then, my father began to speak. This time when he spoke, he talked to me by looking at my breasts.

Eww…

A bit sicko-sexual in my opinion.

"Hermione," he said, puffing on his cigar. "Women are created for the simple purpose to keep Pureblooded men happy. You must please them. By pleasing them, you may keep the Dark Lord happy and when the Dark Lord is happy we all are happy. Pleasure has no boundaries when for the reason of keeping Pureblooded men happy. And thus…just as our non-Pureblooded daughter who was here before you were, we are letting you know about your night job as a Stripper at Sir Lancelot's Lance. It will not only get you to please Pureblooded men, but it may also give you an opportunity to finally seduce one, marry him, and start a nice Pureblooded family."

"Frilly will take you to your room for your 1-hour nap and then you will get ready to go to Sir L's Lance. May you keep our name by picking up a fine Pureblood boy and please him."

With that, he stood up, finally looking away from my breasts. Mother stood too, kissed me on my forehead and said, "Welcome to the family," before leaving.

And I stood sitting there in pure disgust. My mind reeling. My lips dry.

I felt stripped out of my dignity as a woman, and as a person. I felt cheated and dirty and I wanted to leave this place, run away.

What kind of sex driven, insane people were they! No wonder Pansy was such a slut.

And now I had to be a real, live stripper.

Damn.

Authoress's Note: Okay what a weird-ass chapter. I don't know where I come up with this stuff.

At any rate, I finally got struck with this idea and I hope you guys enjoyed so far. I''ll have more about Draco and Hermione in the next chapter and in the one after that, I'll have more of Pansy.

Whoopee!

P.S. The words "sicko-sexual" comes from a cute little phrase Mary Anne always uses in the book, The Great Santini by Pat Conroy. Mary Anne is my hero sometimes...haha

All Hail,

Queen of Serpents