A/N: Yeah sorry if the last chapter was a little Vulgar, but I was in a really good mood writing these, and I have to admit when I'm in a good mood I do get Vulgar...yeah I don't often talk that this in real life. Thanks to those of you who reviewed...Sorry if anyone's doesn't like this but I do and that's all that matters. Well, if I feel like it I will start Chapter Seven today...surprisingly these don't take but a half hour to write. That's because it's plot less fun. Hehe.

Well after Hermione's little show Ron and Harry went to see if they could find some of the others, they just had to tell them about what Hermione had just done to Malfoy. So Hermione sat in the compartment alone writing, like she always did.

"I'm a little tea pot!...


That was fun, a little war of the words with Malfoy.
I don't think it's over, but it might take him a while to recover from the embarrassment.
That was so much fun, he looked liked he shit himself, I bet he did, that little putrid fag.
I hate you, you always try to rain on my parade. Repugnant jerk.
I didn't mean what I said about his dad, I mean Lucius maybe a lot of things, but pedophile, I doubt it.
Maybe if he's a good little bitch I'll walk over to him, call him a bitch and apologize to him.
But I don't think that will happen, he's to much of a pansy."

Hermione wrote letting her mind run away.

"I like to walk with you beside the rushing water
I like holding your hand.
I liked watching the sun set with you.
I didn't like it when you tried to rape me.
So I bashed in your skull, and dragged you into the raging water.
I don't know if they ever found you. Then again I don't care."

"Okay where the fuck did that come from?" Hermione asked herself when she was done. "Crazy bitch!" She said before she returned back to her thoughts.

"Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
we're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us!"

Hermione wrote singing along while she did.

"One day I'm going to write about Hogwarts and all the people I know.
I think that some of the world that isn't brainwashed would like it.
I think they would find it fascinating, like I once did.
This world has lost it's charm, it's no longer appealing to me.
It's jut the same as the Non-Wizarding World.
Full of Hate instead of acceptance. I wonder if they would be mad at me? I told people about them, now they'll know, and I couldn't care less.

Hermione wrote, with a smirk plastered on her face.

"Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Yeah?" Hermione answered being brought back to the real world.

"What are you smiling about?" Harry asked sitting down.

"I don't know, I was just thinking about something." Hermione said closing her book and setting it down on her lap. "So where's Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Off flirting with some third year Hufflepuff." Harry said.

"Oh sounds like fun!" Hermione said.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked catching her off guard.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, there's your clothes, and what the hell you did to Malfoy!" Harry said.

"What's wrong with the way I dress, and would you have rathered me sit there and keep taking the crap that he tries to force feed me? I like who I am, maybe I'm not the one who has changed maybe it's you who has? I'm still the same person, but I'm just not hiding who I am anymore, sorry if you don't like it, but I'm not changing back to the fake person I was, I'm not letting anyone walk all over me ever again." Hermione said taking a deep breath.

"Sorry I asked." Harry said turning to look out the window. While Hermione went back to writing.

"Am I the one that has really changed?
I don't think I've changed that much, I just stopped hiding who I am.
Is that so fucking bad? That I don't want to be everyone else?
Is it so bad that I might just want to ME?
I just don't want to be controlled and told what the hell to do, how to speak, and what to feel.
People, I could live without them sometimes."

"Harry I didn't mean to snap at you, but I just don't want shit from you okay!" Hermione said.

"Okay." He some what snapped back.

"Wow, that girl was finnnne." Ron said opening the door and walking back into the compartment. "I swear I'm going to get all up on her!" Ron said making some rather vulgar hand and body gestures.

"God, Ron that's totally repugnant." Hermione said.

"Well, excuse me!" Ron said.

"Hey, Harry want to come with me? She wanted me to sit with her." Ron said.

"Sure, nothing better to do." Harry said.

"Fine, fuck you too!" Hermione said as they both got up and walked out the door.

"You know, I get my best ideas when I'm taking a piss, or a shit, it doesn't matter which.
But I do, I come out of the bathroom with a head full of ideas.
I don't know why I get good ideas sitting on that porcelain pot, but I do.
Maybe it's because no one can see me, and I'm free to think.
I hate when people stare at me, it makes me and my thoughts uncomfortable."

Hermione wrote, she didn't care she didn't have anything to be embarrassed about, they were her thoughts, in her book, even if someone from the world saw them she wouldn't feel embarrassed, because they're here, and if they don't like it they can kiss her lily white ass.

"I wanna be a Air Force Ranger...
God, do I love that movie, "Don't mess with the bull or you'll get the horns."
God, I wish I could put lipstick on with my tits, instead of my foot.
Gross, I hate make-up! Blahhh!"

She wrote wishing she could watch that movie right now. "Oh WD-40 cowbells!" She yelled.

A/N: And I just wanted to take a second and say thanks to Matt A, James, NikkiEvans, yep thats me, Fiona McKinnon, and LeoGirl45. Thank you, for your reviews.