A/N: Sorry about the delay, my teachers have been loading me with projects and reports. For example, I had to write a seven page paper on some random quote from the Bible. Mine just happened to be two pages long. So there's me bsing on and on. Then there were math and history projects I hate. And English reports.

Then there was my computer that was completely off on a wack. So, yeah done rambling and enjoy.

Chapter 2: Dudes are Dumb; Girls are Weird

"Harry! Ron!"

Hermione watched the pair of them turn around, Ron having a dim-witted look on his face. She jogged over to meet them but wasn't watching where she was going, and therefore collided with something.

"Hey watch it space cadet!"

"Oh sorry," Hermione said looking upwards dumbfounded. Her back was flat on the ground and all she could do was glance upwards to see who she hit. Above her was a teenager with long, black hair with streaks of silver going through it, very dark brown eyes to a point of raven black, and pale like-gold skin. She was wearing all black, not in a Goth or punk way but more toward a casual, I just threw on the first thing that I pulled out of my closet and it just happened to be black, approach.

Hermione watched the girl extend her hand. Pulling Hermione straight up off the ground the girl said, "Sorry about that. First words that came into my head, the space cadet thing is kinda rude, cuz' it's not like I was looking where I was going either. So yeah, sorry."

"No, no, it's my fault. I wasn't-"

"Hermione are you okay?" a worried voice called over. Watching her two friends run over she rolled her eyes.

"Of course I am guys."

"Oh, okay. Who's your friend?" Ron asked checking out the new comer.

"Ron…" was all she had to say, although menacing would be an understatement on how her voice sounded.

"Uh…"

Harry elbowed both of them and Ron, in his idiot mode, whined, "Ouch, what was that for?"

In response to Ron's former question, the female answered, "Oh sorry my name is Liandra, and you are?"

"Hi, I'm Hermione and these are Harry and Ron."

"Kool. Or. Er. Nice to meet you. Sorry I totally suck at this. I'm from the states and I'm not up to the er… I think your term for it is brandy, and I tend to be thoroughly laid back around people like me. I mean at least I'm not saying off the wagner. And I'm just jabbering."

She said all of this at the speeds of a machine gun off on the rounds or something. (Translation: she said it at top speeds like a gun that doesn't stop shooting.)

"Uh…wow, nice to meet you too," Harry replied first, though he had to blink off the shock. And even then he had a stunned look on his face.

Suddenly the train gave the warning signal.

"We better go. Do you need a hand with your trunk?" Ron asked Liandra as Harry picked up Hermione's.

"Trunk? Oh this thing. No, I got it, but thanks for the offer," she said, "Heavier than bejesus God knows what but eh," She added before swishing her hand and levitating it onto the train.

"Bloody brilliant," was all Ron got out and his mouth hung a gaping. Harry stood there surprised before saying to Ron in an undertone, "you never told me witches could perform wandless magic." All Ron could do was shrug, it's not like he knew either.

Also shrugging Harry asked her if she would care to join them in their compartment.

"That'd be cool."

"Alright."

Grunting, the two boys lugged Hermione's trunk over to the back compartment where they settled down.

"Bloody hell Hermione, what do you have in there? A bookstore?" Ron exclaimed dropping the chest down simultaneously with Harry.

"No, but that's a good idea for next year. You could do with the work out," Hermione threatened innocently.

Liandra picked it up and moved it so she would be able to sit down properly. "She's right Ron. Not to be mean or anything but the thing isn't exactly a ton yet, it weighs about as much as my elementary school bag. But then again I had a five pound computer in that thing. And you did carry it for a longer time," Liandra added, "never mind I take my comment back. Cuz' I carried it for about five seconds, you carried it for about a minute. That's six times longer. When I carried it, it felt like it weighed twenty six pounds. So 26 time .1 is 2.6 add that on so 28.6. Multiply that 28.86. Then 31.746. Add that on…34.9…38.4…42.239. Divide that by two, because the weight was split between you and Harry, so 21.1195. So, hey I carried more weight…"

Harry and Ron gave her a brainless look, their eyebrows raised in bewilderment. Hermione understood perfectly though. "She found how much it may have seemed to weight to you by the end of the walk. She multiplied the weight of the trunk by .1 and added the number to the original six times, six times because you carried it six times longer than her. Honestly, it's not that complex."

Dumb looks still in place they nodded.

"One plus one is two," Ron said.

The others gave him a weird look before Harry replied, "That was random."

Ron just shrugged and started up a conversation with Harry about Quiddach. Hermione rambled on about the school's curriculum and gave her own view on each teacher to Liandra, who surprisingly appeared interested.

"I wonder who the new DADA teacher is going to be," Ron mussed; apparently he was eavesdropping in on their discussion.

"Hopefully not Umbridge, I still remember that fifth year, and it being our last year I don't even want to imagine the horror…" Harry groaned. Just the though of having to deal with that monstrosity was enough for him.

"Hold up did you say Umbridge?" Liandra asked eyes widening in surprise.

"Uh…yeah."

To their outmost surprise, she bursted out laughing. "Thee Umbridge? The short, ugly, puggish-looking Umbridge?" When they nodded she cracked. "I'm sorry laugh I had her two years ago and gosh, I wreaked complete havoc on her."

"What happened?" Ron asked curiously.

"It's kind of sad really. I completely destroyed her while making her life hell. I mean normally I'm really cool with teachers, but first day and I already disliked her. I mean cocky I can stand, but when people are pathetically stupid but think they're smarter than me, that is what pisses me off."

"What did she do?" Hermione inquired.

"Called me an intolerable ragamuffin and a few other things. I kind of questioned her teaching style. So after a few more sugar coated insults I got lost my temper. Well not really, I just kind of went dark. It's happens, the thing is when I'm angry and don't voice it my anger grows and my deadly sin is vengeance. But most of the time my conscience holds me back so the world's safe.

"Anyhow, the thing that got to me the most was how she didn't treat all students equally. I mean I can understand favoritism completely. But she hated me for no apparent reason. All honesty I didn't really hate the woman, I have to get to really know someone for me to hate them. But she kept pulling my strings and kept tempting me to lose my temper. Lucky her I didn't lose my temper in class.

"Then the teachers had to choose to do a muggle sport to encourage us students to kind of accept them. And just as I side note I love playing all sports American football, volley ball, soccer, anything that doesn't involve water and a racket.

"Well back to the story. Next thing I know she took a wrong step; well actually she made a huge mistake by double crossing me in the first place, and she chose to so-called throw for track. Well I do track too, and I just happened to know the coach. Umbridge left early one day because she just didn't want to do it and I didn't exactly tell on her I just told my coach to check to see if everyone was still here by the end of practice. And the next day she was in so much trouble. She had to run with the sprinters and I decided to come along too. I had no problem because I ran for the past two years half the season. But she was lagging behind and it took her soo much more time to cross the finish line. Then I suggested to the running coach that she should run instead of throw because it would 'help' her build the leg strength needed in throwing. They took my advice and she had to run for the rest of the year every single day. She resigned a month later but she still had to do the sport for five more months.

"And well it might not seem all that great but if you see how hard she had to struggle to simply run, well you'd think it was punishment enough too."

"Bloody hell you had her run?" Ron asked disbelievingly.

"Yup, and I also had it written in her file that she verbally abuses teens and her magic is limited by her inability to perform magic properly due to the fact that she didn't complete school, which technically she didn't. She had to pay to drop two classes that she flunked, three if you count gym."

"That's so cruel," Hermione said.

Liandra shrugged, replying nonchalantly, "Which is worse, firing a woman and making sure that she can't get a job as an educator or letting an unskilled person teach your children incorrectly and destroying their future? She can always get a job as something else, for example a receptionist, she can't do any harm there without getting into legal problems, and I doubt she'll want to deal with those. But teaching a group of teens, who are the world's future, and discouraging them from being their own person, destroying creativity, now that is intolerable. Get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah," Hermione responded, "I never though of it that way."

"Besides like I said before, I can't stand imbeciles who stunt around like they're all high and important. She abused her power as a teacher, if she was a leader in some country there would be revolts hitting all around. She's such a power abuser. She's like Voldemort thinking that she has so much more power than she actually does stunting around commanding even the principal around."

She watched the golden trio blink a few times out of shock.

"Was it something I said?" she asked with an adorable I'm sorry look on her face.

"You said you-know-who's name," Ron said looking form Harry to her.

"Eh?" she asked tilting her head to the right.

"No one ever says his name except Dumbledore and Harry. I mean-"

"Ron, names only have the power that we give them. Names are meaning less things if no one responds to them. Besides you-know-who is soo long," Liandra reasoned.

"That wasn't why I was gaping. Ugh…" Harry grunted.

"Huh?"

"Stunting around…that sounds so much like Malfoy. Stupid bouncing ferret..."

"Oh, you mean Draco Malfoy, right?" Liandra asked.

"Uh, yeah, you know him?" Harry asked scrunching his nose lightly.

"No I randomly gave out and- sorry sarcasm's one of my bad habits. Yes we know each other but I don't want to get into it," Liandra replied.

"May I assume an ex-boyfriend?" Hermione inquired.

A disgusted look crossed Liandra's face and, "Ew…sorry but ugh, his uncle's on is married to my sister. So he's like my relative and ew- it's like intermarriage but not it's inter-dating instead. Gross…" Her arms went up and she did a motion that resembled a waterfall, and she shook off the though. "Sorry but the thought of it is just completely revolting. Being in bed with a distant relative. Ew…"

"Sorry," Hermione said uncomfortably.

"Hermione would you date him?" Ron exclaimed. Harry shook his head feeling an argument come on. Apparently Liandra could too.

"Er, Hermione I'm gonna go change into my robes. Can you show me where the bathroom is?"

Silence.

"Bathroom?" was all Harry got out. He honestly didn't know what else to say and the tension was thickening.

"I'm sorry, oh what was it-W.C.? or loo? Or whatever the word is, yeah."

"Sure!" Hermione said jumping up, glad for an excuse not to answer.

Walking out of the compartment they heard Ron say pathetically, "They have tons of time to change, its not even lunch time yet!"

Liandra smacked her head lightly and smirked. "Men are so oblivious aren't they?" she stated laughing.

"I'm use to it. I've been friends with them for eight years now," Hermione replied although she couldn't suppress a chuckle. "But yes they can be. Can't tell when someone's upset opposed to that time of the month."

"Oh gods, my guy friends were soo stupid. I mean they catch on when I'm angry but honestly you ask them a simple question and they're like what?"

"I know what you mean and they're constantly eating."

Both of them double up, attempting to hush up but failing. Once their laughter ceased Liandra added, "That is beyond true. I mean I love to eat. I can eat like a ton but I had six guys in my house one time and they cleared out the kitchen. Ant there I was completely psyched up cuz' I finished a medium size pizza all by myself."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, my friends thought I was binging at first because I was so thin but they finally accepted that I wasn't."

"Wow, but then again I doubt anyone can out eat Ron."

"I don't hold any uncertainties on your opinion, he's soo freaking' tall!"

Meanwhile…

"Women are so weird," Ron said moronically.

"Mmm…" Harry agreed.

"I mean they have the strangest mood swings," he mused.

"If you're taking about that time of the month-"

"I mean out of no where they burst out laughing and two second later they've bursted into tears."

"What are you talking about Ron?"

"Never mind, anyways new plans for Quiddach?"

"None yet, I mean it's our last year here and all but I mean something's bound to happen. Something always does. Who knows maybe Professor Lockhart will escape from Mungos and jinx me and I'll have to regrow all my bones again."

Both of them bursted out laughing but their glee was cut short as Malfoy stepped into the cubicle.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't scar head and weasel bee," he chuckled. Goyle and Crabbe guffawed stupidly as usual.

"Bugger off Malfoy," Ron grumbled.

"Manners, Weasley, you wouldn't want to end up on the wrong end my stick," he said drawing his wand.

Next thing they knew BAM! Malfoy was flat on his front with someone on top of him.

"Pansy! Get off!" he yelled.

"Pansy? Who the hell is Pansy? That's such a gay name."