A/N: Well I just finished the fourth chapter, and now I'm starting the fifth, so I decided that I would post this chapter now. Yeah I must warn you that it gets more messed up from here on out. Sorry if you don't like it, but I do, so If you simply don't like where I'm going with it, I suggest you don't read it...because I really don't care, if you leave me flames telling me what a piece of crap it is..because I know it's not. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!

WARNING: Vulgar humor.

Hermione walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hello dear." Her Mum said when she saw her walk in the room.

'Dear? What the fuck, I don't have four legs? I don't live in the woods!' Hermione thought to herself. "Heylo Mum, Heylo Dad!" She said sitting down at the breakfast table.

"Would you like some eggs? Toast, anything?" Hermione's mother asked.

"Mum, I'm too punk rock for that! I want some Captain Crunch!" Hermione said getting up and walking over to the cupboard and grabbing her beloved punk cereal. "Man, I could live off this stuff forever." Hermione said back tracking to get a bowl, and a spoon.

"So, are you all packed?" Her Mum asked taking a bite of her un-punk eggs.

"Yeah, I just finished actually." Hermione said before taking a bite of her cereal.

"Did you pack warm clothes?" she asked.

"No!" she answered through a mouthful of Captain Crunch.

"But-" Her Mum barely got out before her dad interrupted.

"Hun you go through this every year! She'll be fine!" Her dad said.

"That's right!" Hermione said taking another bite. "I'll be fine, I can always barrow a jumper from Harry or Ron. They're flaming twigs." Hermione said drinking the milk that was in the bottom of her bowl. "Daddy will you help me with my trunk?"

"No! You're so punk rock, you can do it yourself!" He said over the corner of his News paper.

"Uhh..fine then, I will!" She said getting up and putting her bowl in the sink.

Hermione walked back out of the kitchen and into the hall, then of course walked back up to her bedroom.

"So, how the heck am I to do this?" Hermione said looking at the brown beast in front of her. She tried pushing it, but it didn't move, she tried dragging it, and she said fuck you. Finally after about five minutes her dad appeared at her bedroom door.

"Here, let me help you!" He said pulling the handle. So five minutes later her trunk was safely put in the back of their car.

"Hermione are you coming?" Her Mum yelled up the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" She said grabbing her red book and her messenger bag. "Bye room!" She said walking out and closing the door.

A little while later Hermione and her parents arrived at Kings Cross station. Her dad walked over and got her a cart, while she and her mum were talking.

"Mum, really, everything is going to be okay!" Hermione said giving her a hug.

"Well, here you are, darling!" Her Dad said.

"Oh thanks Dad, I love you and I'm going to miss you!" She said giving her father one last hug. "Bye! I love you both! See you soon!" She said as she began to push the cart through the doors of the station.

She ran, no walked, through the barrier between platforms nine and ten and was now on the other side looking for Harry and Ron.

"Where the hell are they?" She asked herself. Finally she saw them. "Harry, Ron!" She yelled then running over to them.

"Hermione!" Harry said when she finally reached him. "Oh my God, look at you!" Harry said. "You look fantastic!" He said hugging her.

"Ron, what's the matter?" Hermione asked.

"Wow, who is this person standing in front of me?" Ron asked looking her up and down. "Oh...it's Hermione...so where's you little plaid skirt?" He asked finally looking her in the face.

"Ron, I'm not a whore, I never wore...little plaid...anything..." She said.

"Sure you did you f-ing tease!" Ron said. Harry and Hermione stood there staring blankly back at Ron. "Hermione I was kidding, God, I don't think about you like that, you're like a sister to me!" Ron said.

"Come on guys we should get on the train." Harry said ushering the to the train.

"Yeah, I hate to bother but could you all help me with my trunk, well, it's not really a trunk, it's more of a beast." Hermione asked.

"Sure I will!" Harry said walking over and helping her while Ron stood there with his thumb up his ass.

"You know Ron you're about as useless as a bra with three cups!" Hermione said.

So finally they got Hermione's beast on board the train and they took off to enjoy yet another year at Hogwarts. They all sat there for a hour telling each other about their summers.

"Oh my god, you should have seen the look on Aunt Petunias face when she caught Dudley with that boy!" Harry said. "I tried so hard not to laugh, but I couldn't, I had to, she was so mad. They tried blaming the 'Gay' fact on me! I was like I didn't turn little Dudders into a homo." Harry said.

"Oh my God, Harry that was good!" Hermione said wiping the tears from her eyes.

So about an hour after that Harry and Ron had unexpectedly fallen asleep so Hermione was alone with her thoughts.

"So, I'm on my way back to hell, is hell too strong of a word?
No, I don't think it is, I hate this place sometimes
It likes you see in them American films.
All that matters is how much money you have, who your ancestors are, and even what kind of broom you have.
It's stupid and meaning less. I just wish that this place could change some.
When will it change when will it all change?

I mean it's no wonder people take guns to school and shoot their classmates.
If you're not just like them, you're not anything, you're shit to them.
A stain on their perfect Abercrombie shirt.
And teachers who are there to help don't, some just say well maybe if you tried to fit in, people wouldn't tease you so much.
That's great school trying to ruin your individuality.
I hate school they try to brainwash you, I don't want to be a carbon copy of anyone else.

I love learning don't get me wrong, but I don't want to learn in a place where if you're not the norm you're hated.
No one can take me, away from me, I am who I am, and I don't care if this world likes it or not, I have a voice, and very strong opinions and I will voice them whether or not this world's ready to hear them. They don't like what I have to say, it's not my problem. You don't like it don't listen...it's not like I care, now is it? No! "

Hermione wrote, not even noticing that someone was watching her.

"Well, well, if it isn't Hogwarts favorite Mudblood." Draco Malfoy said.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Dumb ass!" Hermione said trying not to show she was startled.

"Well, you certainly have changed." Her said looking at her.

"Well, you haven't, still the egoistical little Pureblood you've always been." Hermione said. "What the fuck are you still doing here cum bag?" Hermione asked. Just now noticing that Harry and Ron had woken up.

"Cum bag?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, that's what he is!" Hermione said. "I mean come on I bet he sucks his father off nightly!" She said looking up at him. "And probably his fathers little death-eater friends. So Draco do you swallow or spit? I bet you're a swallower!" Hermione said.

"You fucking filthy bitch!" Draco said.

"Oh don't be jelly because your father took your virginity, and my father didn't! Of course no ones taken mine!" Hermione said looking back over to him. "So does he make you bark like a fucking dawg?" Hermione asked in a New York accent, but Malfoy never answered.