Disclaimer: I don't own Hermione, but I wish I thought of her though. She's copyright of JK Rowling's.
Summary: A short poem Hermione scribbles on her notebook, stating her inner feelings before she boards the Hogwarts Express.
It's always a melancholy
When someone does insult me
Saying I'm a know-it-all
It's totally driving me off the wall
Perfect, I'm not as they think
The goody two shoes on the brink
I'm called the usual class nerd
They chatter about, my voice unheard
I once thought I had loyal friends
Who would be with me all through the end
How could I have been more cheated?
I was evermore so heated
I don't know if I'll have friends at this school
Will they accept me even though I'm not cool?
Shall they shun me, or shall they
Become my friends for each day?
I'll find out soon, the excitement overpowers me
I might seem very odd to thee
You see, I'm not a normal girl
I'm Hermione Granger, the girl with curls
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