Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters...they all belong to J.K. Rowling...so please don't sue...okay?!...Good!

Author's Note: Okay...for all you people who are just tuning in...this story is the continuation of "Hermione's Affair", so if
you haven't read that story, here's what you have to know...Hermione is dating Draco Malfoy, and although it took awhile,
Harry and Ron have accepted Draco and now are really close friends...it sounds really stupid, but you have to read the
story to understand...so the first part is called "Hermione's Affair", I suggest you read that...and I hope you enjoy this
part! This has more action than the first...with a bit of romance in the begining.And please R&R (read and review), cause
I need to know what y'all think, and any suggestions for up-coming stories...enjoy!
- Baby T

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"Hermione?" Draco asked as he placed her hands in his.

"Hmmm?" She hummed looking into his crystel blue eyes.

"You know what today is?" They continued to walk to the Great Hall for breakfast. She paused for a second to
reflect on that question, and then turned to him and smiled.

"Our one year anniversary," she whispered. He nodded and pulled out a small wrapped package.

"Open it," Draco said as he handed it to her. They stopped just outside the doors of the Great Hall and Hermione
began to unwrap it.

"Oh Draco," Hermione whispered, "They're gorgeous!"

She held up a pair of yellow gold earings. She threw her arms around him and muttered a thank you in his ears.
She handed him a gift box, and he began to open it. To his surprise, he pulled out a black and white sweater from the
very expensive Club Wizard. He kissed her and pulled it over his head.

"Pefect fit!" He smiled. They entered the Great Hall and took their seats across Ron and Harry at the Gryffindor
table. Since the day that Hermione and Draco had began dating, Draco had abandonned his seat at the Slytherin table
to seat with his girlfriend and two newest friends.

"Morning fellows!" Draco greeted. Ron waved at the couple, unable to say anything, as his mouth was stuffed
with breakfast. Harry complimented Draco's new sweater (which he had helped Hermione pick out) and the four
continued to eat as they discussed plans for that cool early November weekend.

"Despite the fact that I'm hated over at Slytherin; I'm still needed for quidditch practice on Saturday morning,"
Draco told them.

"Aw Dracom, they don't hate you," Hermione said. He looked at Hermione, then turned to look at the Slytherin
table. All the Slytherins instantly returned the look, glaring at Draco with slitting eyes. Hermione, Harry and Ron
watched the intensity grow during the staring contest, then finally Draco turned back to Hermione.

"See?" He said with that ' I-told-you-so' tone of voice. Breakfast ended and Draco walked Hermione, Harry and
Ron to their first class;Care of Magical Creatures, before walking to his Defence Against Dark Arts class.

"Hey Malfoy! You still dating that Mudblood?" Crabbe sneered. With Draco gone, Crabbe had taken over as the
new Slytherin leader, and he and his crew enjoyed taunting Draco. Draco sat in his seat and just looked ahead, ignoring
the remarks.

"Malfoy with a Mudblood! Who woulda thought?" Crabbe announced to the class. Snickers and smirks came
from the Slytherins.

"Hey Malfoy! So you gonna get married the Muggle way? Have Mudblood kids? Live in the Muggle world?"
Crabbe continued. Draco gritted his teeth trying to stop Crabbe's insults from getting to his head.

"So Malfoy, is kissing a Mudblood like kissing a wizard? Wait...no, I'm guessing it's not as exilerating,
because she's just a Mudblood!" Crabbe exclaimed. The rest of the Slytherins burst into laughter, and that was all to set
off Draco. He jumped out of his seat and turned to face Crabbe, fists ready to fight. His eyes burned with anger, his face
red with frustration.

"Hey! Look everyone! Malfoy's gonna fight for his Mudblood girlfriend!" Golye jeered from the back of the
classroom.

"Actions speak better than words," Draco muttered, too quiet for anyone to hear his eyes never leaving Crabbe;
watching his every move.

"What's that Malfoy?" A smirk crept on Crabbe's face. Then, before another insult could leave Crabbe's mouth,
Draco threw a punch, hitting Crabbe straight in the jaw. Crabbe staggered back, absolutely shocked as he held his jaw.
Trickles of blood slowly dripped from his mouth.

"That was brave Malfoy," Crabbe commented, "Very brave."
He nodded his head and the rest of Slytherin all jumped Draco and pinned him to the ground. Then Crabbe walked over
to Draco, still nursing his bleeding jaw, as he towered over him.

"You'll regret ever doing that Malfoy," Crabbe said slowly, " You're dealing with Slytherins, and you know how
we work, you know how tough we are. You used to be one of us Malfoy. You used to be strong. The Mudblood
softened you."

At the word ' Mudblood' Draco tried to get out, but the crew of Slytherins held him down.

"Too bad Malfoy, people thought you had potential. The Dark Lord's rising again. You haven't been to the
meetings for a year now Malfoy. Your father worries;he know how badly you wanted that seat," Crabbe continued to
torture Draco.

"Wanted Crabbe; past tense. I wanted that seat," Draco spoke up.

"Past tense Malfoy? There is no past tense with the Dark Lord."