Yo, its me again! I'm sorry for taking so long, but I was really busy (with a bunch of crappy school stuff) and the internet didn't work. Now that I've got a Windows XP in MY ROOM, things will probably go a lot faster! I'm so happy (I used to have Windows 1998 in my room. Windows ME was in the family area. But you don't need to know that)!! So, on with the story! I warn you though, its very stupid and not at all to the point. I wasn't in my zones. REVIEW, because I won't continue with chapter 5 until I get 5 or more reviews, got it? Those of you who want to know the rest of the story, but are too lazy to review, I suggest you move your little mouse and click the review button. Saying, "CONTINUE!" is good enough for me. Just REVIEW!!

HERMIONE'S POV

I took the Sorting Hat off my head, looking dissapointed. Sure I asked for a change in House, but honestly... SLYTHERIN?! God, that's sick! I never imagined myself to be power-hungry...
However, the frown on my face was immediately replaced with a smirk when I saw the horrified look on everyone's faces. Truly a sight to remember! Even Snape was shocked!
Feeling a little smug, I walked over to the Slytherin table where my fellow Slytherins (The ones that have been sorted) were gawking at me like I was some demonic creature. I caught Malfoy's eye, he looked as pale as a ghost. My mood dropped a bit. Was he that horrified to have me as a housemate? I quickly swallowed that feeling and told myself not to care about what people think. Caring was for the weak.
I put on a smirk and directed my attention to Malfoy, "Are you THAT surprised I'm a Slytherin, Malfoy?" I taunted.
The look on Malfoy's face told me that I had pulled him back down to reality. He sneered at me. "Slytherin or not, you're still a Mudblood!" he spat nastily.
The colour drowned from my face. How DARE he!! That bloody, good-for- nothing, disgrace for a human FERRET!! Anger boiled up inside me, I had never felt so angry at being called a Mudblood in my whole freakin' life. My brown eyes flared menacingly and I gave Malfoy a cold, hard glare (One that can give Voldieshorts a taste of his own medicine).
"How dare you say that...," I whispered menacingly (Everything about me seemed menacing at the moment) at him. "How the f hell dare you say that...,"
Everything went dark. It was as though a shadow had fallen over the Hall. The only source of light came from my eyes, which burned madly. Malfoy and I were the only two LIVING beings at the moment. Everyone else (Including the all mighty Dumbledore) looked petrified or something.
I saw Malfoy shudder. His steel gray eyes emited fear beyond all fear. I hated him. EVERYTHING about him. His bloody eyes, hideous pale skin, disgusting blonde hair... I wanted to choke him, rip him limb from limb...
"Get the hell away fom me, Malfoy...," I spat at him, "Don't try to read me... Don't dare talk to me... You know NOTHING about me so DON'T bother me!!"
I thought that Malfoy would nod his head yes, shudder in fear; scream at the top of his bloody sickening voice... but he didn't. Instead he looked at me. Looked at me straight in the eye and said, "No."
I stared at him, extremely shocked. "Fine, Malfoy...," I said through clenched teeth. "But just so you'd know... I may be a Mudblood – but I'm a powerful Mudblood... so watch your back!"
Malfoy just sneered. "Back at you, Granger!" he spat, trying to act brave – but I knew better. I knew he was scared out of his mind.
I gave him one final glare before everything went back to normal. Swearing under my breath, I spun my head around and took a seat away from Malfoy.
"Hey," a voice said from beside me.
I turned to my left to see whoever it was that greeted me. It was a boy with copper brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, dark skin and a very nice smile. "Hello...," I muttered in reply. I was still angry at Malfoy but I hid all emotion from him.
The boy stuck an arm out in front of me and dazzled me once again with his brilliant smile. I rolled my eyes. What a liar... "I'm Rowe Arcentosh," he said, "And you must be Hermione Granger! Pleasure to meet you!"
I rolled my eyes again. Maybe he didn't know what I was... Its best I tell him now... "Look, Arcentosh," I said flatly, "I'm a Mudblood, so I understand if you're disgusted. You may put that hand of yours down and be sure that I won't utter a word of this meeting...,"
Arcentosh continued to smile. "I don't mind. Blood is not what makes the witch as I always say," he said cheerfully, "And seeing how high your grades are, I believe my theory is correct!"
I felt a smile creep up on my face (I quickly stopped it with a frown). He didn't care! He didn't care!! I was practically bouncing with joy – though I didn't dare show it. Slowly, I took Arcentosh's hand and shook it. "Pleasure is all mine!" I said, making Rowe smile again.
I actually have a FRIEND!

DRACO'S POV :

I stared at Granger as she took Arcentosh's hand and shook it. As angry as I was at her, I couldn't help but feel a little scared for her as well. Didn't she know? The Arcentosh family is VERY powerful and knows a lot about the Dark Arts. They hated dirty blood and are huge supporters of Voldemort. Why on earth is he (Rowe) mixing with Granger??
Tired of thinking to much, I scanned the Not-So-Great Hall and spotted Potty Boy and Carrot Top. I sneered and made my way towards them. This might just be my chance to find out what happened to them last year...
"Hey, Pothead and Weasel!" I said, giving them a smirk. "Still Gryffindores I see!"
Potter didn't say anything. He just stared blankly at me like I wasn't there at all. Weasley however pounced right at me, screaming horrible curses in the process. Since nobody bothered to hold him down, I was stuck with a bloody nose.
"Ahh... f---, Weasel!" I shouted, wiping the blood that dripped down my nose. I felt like punching him back but decided not too. I was, after all, Head Boy. "You know what, Weasel? Fifty points from Gryffindore!"
I watched in amusement as Weasel grumbled and fought himself from jumping on me again.
"What's that, Weasel?" I said, putting a hand behind my ear to pretend I didn't hear him. "Malfoy is a slimy git? Oh... I think this calls for another fifty points from Gryffindore, don't you think, Pothead?"
Potter didn't answer. "Brilliant!" I said, smirking again. "Fifty points from Gryffindore then!!" I gave them one last sneer before walking back to the Slytherin table. Weasel was looking furious at me, but being the NICE boy that I was, I didn't bother taking fifty points from Gryffindore again. Instead I settled with fifty-five points! HAH! Aren't I sweet?

Moments later (one in a half hours to be exact), the Sorting Ceremony ended. Students and professors that were having an uncomfortable snooze on their empty plates (the food didn't come yet. So you can imagine Weasley's face) were awoken by Dumbledore's insufferable Phoenix-thing (The stupid bird kept pecking on my beautiful hair!! STUPID, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING BIRD!!).
"Students!" Dumbledore said, his voice booming throughout the Not-So- Great Hall, "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I do so hope you had a peaceful nap," The stupid old man's eyes twinkled and everyone who'd been pecked by his stupid bird cursed. "Now, to get a few things settled – I'd like to warn you, as I do every year, NOT to enter the Forbidden Forest. I am very sure that none of you would like to suffer a bloody death... Now, it is, as you know, tradition that I read out everything you shouldn't do at Hogwarts, but since by the look on your faces...we wouldn't read that out... Instead, I'd like to get straight to the point... Students, I'd like to introduce you to your new Defence Against Dark Arts professor, Professor Nymphadora Tonks (A/N: I forgot how to spell her name... I don't have the book with me at the moment)!"
A tall woman with moss-green hair and a rather long nose (Hah! Reminds me of Weasel!!) stood up. She gave the Hall a clumsy curtsey (Nobody bothered to laugh because they, including myself, were too tired) and sat back down.
"Now, the moment we've all been waiting for...," Dumbledore did a little thing with his wand and all the plates were filled with food, "Now we EAT!!"
The Not-So-Great Hall was filled with swears of all sorts. I nodded in agreement to what Blaise Zambini said ("This stupid school should be sued! Letting us starve like that! There should be a law for this! I'm telling my Father about this-this—crime against humanity!!) and took a large bite out of my turkey sanwich.
I let my eyes trail off a bit. Nothing caught my fancy... until I found Granger... She was busy chomping down on a drumstick and talking to Arcentosh. I felt angry again. That bloody Arcentosh fool! I felt like ripping him apart! From the expression on Granger's face, people would think she was unhappy – tired even of talking to Arcentosh. Of course, knowing her... she felt the complete opposite. I knew she was happy. I knew that that was the best feeling she felt in ages... I knew I should be happy for her, but I wasn't. I wanted to crush Arcentosh to little pieces. I wanted Granger to be happy, sure... But I wanted her to be happy with ME.
Wait a minute! HAPPY WITH ME?! Where the f did that come from?! Ugh. This is so confusing! Bloody hormones...

An hour later, everyone had a satisfied and sleepy look on their faces. Same went for me. I was practically nodding myself to sleep.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger," said Dumbledore from behind me. I wasn't the least bit surprised that he suddenly came up... I was much to sleepy to feel...
"Yes, Professor?" I said, straining the yawn that was trying to escape my lips.
"Please follow me to the Head Dormitory," said Dumbledore. Both Granger and I gave a nod and followed sleepily to where he was going.
A few minutes passed, and I felt like fainting in exhaustion. We finally arrived.
"Here you go," said Dumbledore, "Go ahead and think of a suitable password... pleasant dreams."
Once Dumbledore left, Granger said, "Is Shit an okay password for you?"
"Yeah, sure... whatever, Gran Yawn... Granger...," I mumbled, my eyelids practically closed.
Granger shrugged and said the password.
"Oh, my!" I heard the portrait said. I didn't see how the portrait looked because my eyes were closed. "Are you sure you want to name it that, dearie?"
"Yes," Granger growled, frightening the portrait.
"Alright, dear," said the portrait, opening itself up.
I let out another yawn and stumbled into my room. Too tired of explaining how the room looked, I stumbled into what I assumed to be my room and immediately passed out on my bed. Dear bed... how I love thee...

HERMIONE'S POV :

My head ached badly and my whole body felt numb with weariness. I flopped down on the bed (Seeing what mood I'm in now, you don't expect me to explain how the room looks, do you? If you do, then you're a selfish brat! Just get a mental picture, will you?!). Mmm... I felt so tired... but my mind was still spinning with activity. I tried to swallow away the little incident I had today, but Pansy Parkinson's horrible voice still rang in my ears.

Flashback

"Ew!" Pansy screeched. Her voice sounded like a dozen nails scratching on a blackboard. It was THAT bad. "Look at THAT hair! It's horrendous! Who styled it – her Muggle grandmother?!"
I clenched my fists. "Ignore her," Rowe muttered beside me. "She's just a slut. Ignore her...,"
"Does she THINK she's PRETTY?!" said Pansy – a lot louder than before. Did I say a dozen nails? Please excuse me. What I meant to say was TWO DOZEN. "Can you believe Arcentosh even hangs out with HER?! EW!! Isn't it great how Pothead and Weasel finally got rid of her? About time too!!"
That's it. Parkinson has gone too far. She just placed her troll-like foot passed the sacred line. "Shut up, Parkinson," I spat menacingly. It was barely above a whisper but as deadly as a thousand daggers.
Pansy twirled her body around. She locked her eyes on me and smirked. "Oh! Looky here, girls!" she said, calling in her little posse. "The little THING talks! F------ good, isn't it?!"
I grinded my teeth together, determined not to blow. "Shut up, Parkinson," I repeated. Poison dripping acidly down each sentence.
"What's that, Granger?" mocked Pansy. "I believe there was too much dirt coming out of your mouth. It blocked your sentence!"
Anger ranged inside me. I stood at my full height (I was usually slumped back) and gave her a glower. "I SAID SHUT THE F--- UP, YOU SLUTTY A--ED B---- !!"
Pansy stared; bewildered at me. "What did you say...?" she finally managed to choke out.
I gave her a piercing glare. "You heard me...," I whispered nastily. "Shut up."
Pansy fell back in fright but quickly regained herself. "You should be grateful, Mudblood," she mumbled. "You made it to the best house. Slytherin! We may be housemates, but that doesn't mean you're one of us."
"Thank God!" I muttered; loud enough for Pansy and her gang to hear.
Pansy glared again. "Enjoy it while you can, Mudblood," she muttered. "Enjoy it while you can..."

End Flashback

I did not feel the least bit intimidated. Pansy wants a fight...? She's got it. I wasn't Hermione Granger, smartest and strongest witch in Hogwarts for nothing.
My lips twisted into a smirk. Hmmm... maybe this change of house wasn't such a bad thing after all... Heh. This is a very nice change of things. VERY nice indeed...

Hey!! How do you like chapter 4? Terrible, wasn't it? I warned you! I did this to quicken the pace and I was kind of er... happy that time. I'm not always in a pissed out mood so it doesn't come out very gothic-ish, you know? Please review if you want me to finish this story!!

PS: DO NOT FLAME!! Please keep your nasty swears to yourself! I repeat, DO NOT FLAME!! You think its stupid; criticize. There are DIFFERENCES between a flamer and a critic. I AM ONLY A FREAKY 13 YEAR OLD INTERESTED IN SPILLING OUT MY ANGER/THOUGHTS!!! That's the whole reason of Fan Fiction. You release your thoughts! If you WANT the characters to be OUT OF CHARACTER, so do it! I don't like Ginny and Draco shipping, but that doesn't mean I flame people who do. I'm sorry about this extra long author's note, but I need to get this out of my head. Please REVIEW!!