Turned Tables

by Queen of Serpents

Chapter Nine: Turned Tables

I leaned back against the counter, sitting on top of a barstool and sipping my firewhiskey allowing the burning sensation to glide down my throat. A girl with very flimsy clothing past by and winked at me. I smirked and watched her walk away, her hips swaying hypnotically. Just as I was about to put my drink back on the counter and walk towards her, a solid obstacle blocked my view of her.

"Zabini, what is it?" I growled in annoyance.

I looked up at him and noticed the angry gleam in his black eyes and stepped back from him.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me, Malfoy?" he spat, pinning his glare directly into my eyes. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"What are you on about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about you filthy Half-blood!"

I gulped, and looked around to see if anyone had heard. "Shh!" I told him, and then grabbed his arm pulling him away from prying ears. He was yelling the entire way, telling me why I haven't told him anything before. I finally found the lavatory and pulled him inside, locking the doors.

I looked around to see if anyone was there, an old man was by the urinal. After body-binding him and making him become mute, I turned back to Zabini whose recently tanned face was now red with anger.

"You're a fucking Half-blood," he said again. This time his voice was low and he was shaking his head.

"Who told you?"

"Lucius told my father and I overheard. I can't believe this. All these years I could've had Pansy. I could've had every single Slytherin follow my orders. I could've ruled over Slytherin house. But it was you because of your father, and your wealth. And now here you are standing in front of me, a mere Half-Blood whose mother was thrown away as soon as her use was done. We all followed the orders of a Half-blood, it's despicable."

"But now, things are going to change. Wait till I tell everyone, Malfoy. This news is the greatest one I've gotten in years."

"Oh no you don't. You can't tell anyone," I told him reaching out for my wand.

Before I was even able to touch it, Blaise smirked and sent his curse first. "Petrificus Totalus!" I was instantly paralyzed. Blaise looked at the old, fat man who was stuck by the urinal, smirked at me and said, "Let's see how you get out of this one."

I merely set him an icy glare and watched him leave the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Screw him!

I waited ages, wondering if anyone would come and see me here and set me free. A few hours passed by with no such luck. My nose was itching, and I couldn't scratch it. It was the most horrible feeling in the world.

Suddenly, I heard sniffles and a girl's voice shouting, "Alohomora". My heart was beating fast, willing the door to open quicker. At the same time, I wished for the door not to open. I distinctly heard a female voice. What would happen to my reputation if a girl saw me like this?

The door opened seconds later, revealing a girl with a heavy huge cloak and a hood thrown over her head. She didn't even look my way, and instead hastily closed the door behind her, locked it, and leaned her back against it. Her eyes were closed and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. She looked familiar.

She opened her gold-colored eyelids slowly, and I noticed dark tearstains trail down her cheeks, her makeup wiping off as the tears fell. I felt a pang of pity for her, and raked my mind, wondering who this beauty was. Even with the hood covering most of her forehead, and the cloak draped around her body, her eyes were breath taking. Her lips were pouted and utterly kiss-able. If I wasn't body-bound, I wouldn't have hesitated to jump her and snog her senseless.

Her eyes were big and brown, and when she stared at me, those eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. A hand fluttered to her mouth and she gasped.

"Malfoy?" She looked nervous and scared, and as if ready to flee leaving me here. She seemed to be debating whether to set me free or run away. In the end, she approached me and muttered the counter-curse, pulling her hood away from her face. My arms and legs were cramped and sore from standing in that position. I rubbed my arm and then looked up at her. This time, I gasped and looked nervous.

"Granger? What the fuck are you doing here?" This was the bathroom to a strip club, not a bookstore. Why was she here?

She lowered her eyes and began to shake uncontrollably. I saw fat heavy tears fall down her cheeks from her eyes, which were shut tightly. I felt a pang of sympathy and, before registering what I was doing, I approached her and wrapped my arms around her trembling body. She immediately stiffened but then melted into my arms when I began to rub my hand across her back soothingly. She sobbed for minutes on into my chest and I stood there confused by my actions but afraid to let go and run.

"What's wrong?"

She pulled back and wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her gold eye-makeup smearing across her face. I thought she looked funny and cute like that, all disheveled and vulnerable.

She hesitated and then looked up at me. "Those bastards made me come here to…to…" she trembled again, and then continued, "to strip."

I blinked rapidly a few times. "What? You? Strip? Who told you to do that?"

"Mother and father."

"Those Muggles want you to strip in a Wizarding strip club?"

She looked up at me and nodded her head. She then shakily revealed a part of her body by parting her cloak and then covered herself up as quickly as she revealed her gold-colored bra and matching panties. I blinked again, wondering if this was all a hallucination.

"Not my Muggle parents," she told me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "The Parkinsons. I was switched with Pansy at birth. I'm really a Pure-blood."

My jaw dropped and landed on the floor harshly. I stared at her and didn't believe a word of it.

The tables have turned: Pansy was a Muggleborn, Granger was a Pure-blood, and I'm a Half-blood.

Is this too much of a coincidence or what?

By the time Hermione was dolled up, she was ready to throw up. Her appearance was so sickening to her that she was ready to throw a hard object on the mirror to break it and her reflection.

When they pushed her out into the stage, she was trembling, the music and the other girls in their slutty poses were making her tremble. Her ears were ringing with cat-calls.

She dashed back out to the makeup room, dogged a few guards, snatched her wand from the counter, grabbed a huge cloak, and ran for her life.

When she realized she didn't know where she was going to run, she stopped for a few seconds, and decided to go to the bathroom and Apparate home from there.

She finally found it, but then decided to slip into the men's room instead. They'd look for her in the women's room, but they wouldn't ever think that she was going to the other one.

She cursed when she found it locked, screamed out Alohomora and slipped inside, leaning against the door and panting heavily.

She never ran that fast before.

When she opened her eyes, however, she found herself staring directly at Draco Malfoy.

Oh shite.

But when I saw that he was stuck, the effect of the body-bond curse, I decided to set him free. It wouldn't have been nice if I left him there. Even if he was Draco Malfoy.

But when I saw him, I couldn't help but cry. Just seeing someone familiar to me was enough to set me off. I couldn't handle being a Pureblood. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't deserve this, and I didn't want to be a Stripper.

When he asked me what was wrong, I told him. His voice was actually sincere and soft. I liked it. And I couldn't help myself but tell him my true identity.

When I realized what I said later though, I nearly smacked my head.

Damnit, he wasn't supposed to know!

"…and I'm a Halfblood," he whispered to himself but I was able to hear him anyway.

I widened my eyes. Him too?

Is this too much of a coincidence or what?

Author's note:Is this story WEIRD or what? Dang…I'm serious. I thought about abandoning this baby when HBP came out but this idea was driving me nuts and I HAD to continue with the craziness. This chapter aint so messed up, but I couldn't have Hermione stripping for real. Sorry. I didn't want it to be THAT cliché and predictable. And I know Hermione's POV was crummy, but I didn't really know what to say since Draco's POV covers most of it. I was going to take her POV out completely, but I like symmetry. Since I began the story using both POV's, I'm going to stick with it.

Anyway, the next chapter will have some more yummiess. Normally Pansy's chapter is supposed to be the next one, but I may have different plans seeing as how we are near the end of the fic. At any rate, so I finally gave you an update. It was about time, eh?

All Hail,

Queen of Serpents