Authors Note: I just found this in my computer, and I don't remember writing it. Oh well.

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Disclaimer:  I do not own anything but the plot.

Ironic Romance

Evening Star

"Twas noontide of summer,

And mid-time of night,

And stars, in their orbits,

Shone pal, thro' the light

Of the brighter, cold moon,

'Mid planets her slaves,

Herself in the Heavens,

Her beam on the waves.

I gaz'd awhile

On her cold smile;

Too cold-too cold for me-

There pass'd, as a shroud,

A fleecy cloud,

And I turn'd away to thee,

Proud Evening Star,

In thy glory afar,

And dearer thy beam shall be;

For joy to my heart

Is the proud part

Thou bearest in Heav'n at night,

And more I admire

Thy distant fire,

Than that colder, lowly light."

Evening Star by Edgar Allan Poe

"God!! I missed you guys so much!!! How come you never wrote?"

Hermione was all smiles as she gazed upon two of her best friends, admiring how much they had grown. Ron had gotten much taller, his bright red hair had become darker, and his numerous freckles had disappeared.

But Harry had changed the most, although he was not as tall as Ron, he was still tall, his messy black hair, had grown and now covered his eyes, her stomach did a flip when he smiled at her, with those bright infamously green eyes. His scar on his forehead was as prominent as ever, but it was forgotten just as easily.

"We're sorry, we were busy, you know Quidditch stuff"

Harry offered an apologetic smile, and Hermione was instantly won over. Not noticing Ron's hungry gaze on her legs, she had changed a lot over the summer too, they both mused. Her messy unruly mane, now fell gracefully into curls down to the small of her back, she was now a curvaceous beauty, fit to be in a muggle fashion magazine. Now the only problem was, who would she pick?

"I wonder who is gonna be the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher this year?" 

Hermione pondered, thinking about all the ones they had already gone through, a werewolf, Captain Hook, a beauty queen/king, a degrading centaur, and a twit with a turban. God only knows what Dumbledore was gonna cough up this year. A deranged veela perhaps?

"Probably some psycho form Azkaban. I mean who haven't we had?"

Harry replied, voicing her thoughts exactly. Ron chuckled, while munching on his chocolate frogs, stuffing him self greedily. 'Some things never change' Hermione sighed.

"Oh look! It's Pothead and Weasel, and where may I ask is your ever faithful groupie?"

Draco appeared, in the compartment door, followed by his dutiful minions, whom she suspected were both gay, puberty had done wonders for him as well. His hair that had been once slicked back with truckloads of gel, had now been thankfully left alone, falling perfectly into his face, He had gotten about as tall as Harry, and was now sort off……….cute.

"Oh shut it, ferret boy, go climb up someone else's arse"

Surprisingly she was the one to speak up first, brushing him off like he was nothing. She looked out of the window expecting him to fly away like the annoying little bug he was, but instead he stood in front of her, scrutinizing her every move, making her unbelievably nervous.

"Granger?"

He spat out in disbelieve, she felt her anger boiling, what the hell was his problem? Was he blind as well as dumb?

"No, Rowena Ravenclaw"

Her voice dripped with sarcasm, as she stared stubbornly back at the surprised Malfoy. Doubt clouded his eyes, but he took it none the less.

"Well, you cleaned up well, but I can't say much about Pothead and Weasel over here"

Crabb and Goyle snickered accordingly. Bringing a smile to Draco's polished face.

"Oh blow it up your butt, Malfoy , and get the hell away from me"

The whole compartment was silent, as they wallowed in disbelieve. She glared at the whole lot of them, muttering under her breath about stupid males with stupid penises. She smiled in appreciation when Ginny made her appearance.

Draco took the time to asses the new and much improved Granger, his eyes roaming over her long creamy legs, as a sly smile crept onto his face. Not noticing the Weasly girl who stood behind him.

"Get away from her Malfoy!"

Both Ron and Harry, stood up threateningly, towering over Crabb and Goyle, in apt satisfaction as the two Pillsbury dough boys backed up in terror. Malfoy just glared at them, and made his exit, but not before giving Hermione one more glance.

"Good on ya Hermione!"

Ron smiled at her, marveling that she now had the courage to stand up on her own to the threatening Ferret Face. She shrugged carelessly, glancing at the spot Malfoy had just been in.

"Had to learn how to take care of myself sometime, I not always gonna have the incredible Harry Potter here to protect me for the rest of my life"

They all laughed it off, recalling the look on Malfoy face. But it was soon forgotten when Harry and Ron, got into a heated conversation about Quidditch, she glanced at Ginny knowingly, and they both said at the same time.

"Boy's will be boys"

 Authors Note: Do you like it? I kinda think its short, if you guy like it I'll write another chapter, if not, oh well.