This is an entry for a writing challenge. The challenge was to write a fic that:

1) Contains a Draco/Hermione/Harry love triangle. It's up to you who Hermione chooses.

2) Is over three chapters long. The length of the chapters is again up to you, within reason.

3) Must include Draco and Harry having an argument over Hermione. Other areas of conflict are again up to you.

4) Can be set either during, or after, their time at Hogwarts, but must be rated between G - PG-13.

5) And lastly, there must be a certain event in which Hermione makes her decision. It could be a ball, if the story is set in Hogwarts, or a party if it is set after Hogwarts.

So, here it is! As usual, nothing in the story belongs to me.

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Hermione Granger, soon to become Hermione Malfoy, was staring at her ring. It was an expensive ring, a thin band of platinum, crowned with an exquisite diamond.

Nothing but the best for her.

She held it up to the light, admiring how it caught the light and filled with millions of rainbows, splitting the light into the seven colours as easily as she might accio something.

There were no doubts in her mind that she was doing the right thing. Her best friend, Ginny Weasley, had married Neville Longbottom two years ago, and had doubted herself every step of the way. Now they were settled down in York, with a young child.

The ring was taken off, examined from every angle, and then slipped carefully back onto the finger.

Hermione had known for the four years of her engagement that this was the right thing to do. Draco was a gentleman. After the war was over he had used much of his fathers money to help rebuild the Wizarding world. He paid for St Mungos to expand and train more Healers. He was polite, courteous, handsome, and loving. So different to the Draco Malfoy that had taunted her at Hogwarts.

But, the war had changed everyone. Draco had seen the light, and had become best friends with Ron. Finally Harry and Hermione accepted him, and they made, in Ron's words, a bloody brilliant team. Ron had become less protective and much more studious, finally becoming a top auror. Harry, well, was still Harry. Famous as always, but now just as famous for his Seeker skills as his scar. She hadn't seen him for five years, but she knew he was well. Ginny had blossomed during the war, proving herself a more than capable witch, with a temper matching that of Molly Weasley, and a beauty that rivalled Lavender Brown's, now a top model.

And she herself had changed, becoming less academically inclined and less of an introvert. Even though she had graduated with the highest scores ever seen and was apprentice to Severus Snape, she still enjoyed herself, something she would never have even dreamed of doing in her younger years.

Hermione bit her lip thoughtfully, staring at her ring again. This was the symbol of her future life, her love for Draco, her hopes and dreams. Her chestnut curls fell into her eyes as she lowered her head and smiled secretively. Draco Malfoy had gathered a reputation as a player. The Wizarding world would be shocked when after their quiet wedding, he announced his marriage to her.

The ring symbolised this. Symbolised her marriage. Everything she had ever wanted.

The rainbows disappeared and darkness shot through the diamond as a shadow fell over her. Hermione jumped in fright, drawing her wand in one smooth movement and casting a hex behind her.

"Whoa, calm down there 'Mione." Behind her stood the Boy-Who-Lived-Again, five years older and wiser. Still, she noted, with the same messy hair, still with the sparkling emerald eyes, still with the-

She sighed and held out her wand. "Reparo! "

-Still with the broken glasses.

"Thanks 'Mione," he said sheepishly, smiling at her. "How have you been?"

Hermione smiled and reached out, hugging Harry. "It's so nice to see you again!" she squealed, unable to contain herself and retain her ladylike charm. He hugged her back and grinned.

"It's great to be back here. Give the Phoenix time to cool down." He was referring to his broomstick, an even better model than the Firebolt 3000.

"But what are you doing back? I thought you were touring America!" Hermione sat back down and gestured to the seat opposite her. Harry dropped into it and gave the waitress a boyish grin, instantly winning a free coffee.

"We were. Oliver gave us the week off. Must have come down with something." Harry and Hermione shared identical smiles, remembering how even at Hogwarts, Oliver Wood had been intensely passionate about quidditch.

"So why didn't you say you were going to come and see us?" Hermione ordered a cappucino and stared at Harry, amazed at how little he had changed since they had parted ways.

"Thought I'd surprise you." His mischievous eyes dropped to her hand, casually draped across the table.

"Hermione? What's this?" He reached out and took her hand, examining her ring. Startled, Hermione sat up quickly and tried to pull her hand back.

"It's nothing," she said a little too quickly, and Harry, refusing to let go of her hand, stared at her.

"You got engaged? To who?" Harry could feel the anger rising inside him. Someone had taken her, someone had won Hermione over and was taking her away.

"To me," drawled a voice from behind them. "She got engaged to me, Harry."

Harry turned as Hermione snatched her hand back and went to greet the man. She kissed him on the cheek, and fell happily into his arms. Once the man rose his head. Harry stared into the deep grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.

"Draco? You two got engaged? When? Why wasn't I told? 'Mione?" Harry fired these questions quickly, and Hermione hid her face.

"We wanted to keep it small. You are invited, we just haven't sent the invites yet," responded Draco. "I don't particularly want reporters hounding Hermione. We've been engaged for four years. And the wedding is in two weeks."

"I was going to come visit you tomorrow," said Hermione turning to stare at Harry's angry face. "I was going to deliver your invite tomorrow and come see you."

Harry looked at Hermione, and then transferred his gaze to Draco. Both were so happy, so radiant, so, in love.

It sickened him. He fored himself to smile, whilst inside committed murder.

Hermione should be with me.

"Congratulations!" he smiled, full of charm, hugging Hermione and then shaking Draco's hand. In doing so, internally challenged Draco.

I have two weeks to get her to love me.