(A/N) I am writing a series of short stories on the Draco/Hermione/Ron love triangle. I was inspried when making a video on the three of them for youtube (set to My Love my Justing Timiberlake) All these stories popped up in my head and I decided to give them a home. I'm starting you off with a little scenario per couple, just so you can maybe get a feel for them or something, maybe begin to understand what hardships and/or obsticles they will have to over come.
Starting with this one... obviously...

In amungst the tall bookshelves of the Hogwarts library a small group of students lingered while they did last minute homework before curfew kicked in. And in a small alcove a tall thin platinum blond wizard sat behind a table piled with Potions books. But he wasn't looking at them, oh no, he was looking at the brown haired Gryffnidor girl.

She sat there like the golden angel everyone saw her as, it made him sick! She flicked her hair back out of her freckled face and looked around the near empty library, the auburn eyes resting on his own and niether dared move. So much history flicked between them, its was a deadly flame that threatened to rekindle and consume them. Hermione took in a deep breath and gathered her heavy leather bound books and walked across the room to Draco's table. She set them down next to his books then placed herself in the seat across fom him in silence. Now that she was so close to him all thoughts of hate abandonned Draco, and all he wanted to do was fall to his knees and beg her to take him back.

"Hey Draco," She said quietly, still trying to catch his eyes as he looked as far away as possible. "Still studying for Snape's test, I see..." Tears were brimming his eyes as his hands shook feircly, he wanted to pull himself together and be the cold hearted bastard everyone believed he was. With a deep breath, he was finally able to face Hermione.

"How can I help you, Granger?" he asked in his coldest voice he could, sounding suprisingly like his father.

"Oh," she said in a high voice. "That's how you're going to act, like you hate me? Like nothing has changed?"

"Nothing has changed." he bit back at her, she shook her head forcefully. Covincing Hermione he didn't love her anymore would be a difficult task, but if he could convince himself, Draco was sure he could convince her. "You were just a notch in my bedpost."

Her eyes blazed with anger and malice as she leant further towards him. "Bullshit, Draco!" she hissed. "You said you loved me, try to cover that up with a lie!"

"Hey, don't make me sick!" Draco said but she just smiled at him, as if she had proven her point, but Draco had more insults to throw at her until Hermione gave up. "Ok, yeah, I said it! I was drunk, for merlin's sake! But now that you see its untrue, you can't let me go."

"I can let you go, I have let you go!" she said, suddenly flustered. A smile spread across Draco's face as he realised that she too was trying to lie. Hermione spotted his smile and rolled her eyes.

"You love me, don't you!" Draco almost cheered.

"Oh please," said Hermione. "I detest you."

"You want to detest me, god only knows what Potter and Weasley would do if they knew..." Draco said and Hermione just turned to look out the window.

"Knew what,? Like you said, there's nothing to tell them. We were, and are, nothing to each other." she said in a small voice that Draco ahd to lean in to hear.

"I wish," Draco scoffed before he could stop himself. He clasped both his hands firmly over his mouth as she turned and looked around at him, her eyes wide.

"I can't believe you said that!" she said in a wild whisper. "We have to hate each other!"

"I want to hate you, Hermione! And I do, but its so hard when you're so close and looking like something form heaven..." confessed Draco in a whisper.

In the blink of an eye Hermioen was out of her seat and on top of Draco, kissing him feircly. The feeling of her lips on his brought back memories he had tried to forget. Memories of late nights in the abandonned stadium seats of the quidditch feild or in the room requirement, fitted with one double bed.

"For the record," she said in a ragged whisper in his ear. "I hate that I love you."

And just as Draco was replying Hermione drew away and gathered her books before she belted away, narrowly avoiding the librarian, her arms claden with books. Before Draco knew it she was gone but he knew it wasn't forever – she wouldn't be able to resist him that long.