To my reviewers: Sadly today I can't reply to you all individually. So, I will answer all the comments that has been repeated somewhat, which is really only one main one:

No, this is really not a Hermione/Draco. I am terribly sorry about this. I understand that some of you are upset by this, but it's my part two of the story, remember? I will put Hermione and Draco back in later chapters, but right now the way I'm going with my story they would be in the way. I WILL PUT THEM BACK IN! Just, not yet. You will see them gradually through chapters but this story is NOT based on them anymore, as you all can tell. This story is about the life of their daughter. Again, I WILL PUT THEM BACK IN! Just, not yet.

For the rest of you and your other comments and compliments, thank you all! I enjoy have you ALL as readers/reviewers so please continue your reading and reviewing!

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Times came and times went, as life normally does. Draca was free of Tom, for the moment, as she was wrapped up in her new love Sango. She found herself happy, for once in a really long time. She felt more then love but protection, when Sango was around no one could harm her or even touch her.

They had grown closer over the last three months, and no one knew about their love. However, everyone knew that Sango and Draca were best friends and you never found one with out the other.

As always, Draca didn't speak to her parents often. She made up clever excuses to get away from them, such as, "I must do my homework."

In Sango's private room is where Draca was, Sango sitting on his bed and Draca on the couch. He had a small smile on his face and she had her face in her hands.

"I can't do it, Sango." Draca said frustrated.

"Yes, you can, your just not applying yourself fully." Sango replied; she took her hands away from her face and sighed.

Catching his eyes with hers, as always her insides tightened.

"Sango…"

"Kitten…"

Draca caught a small laugh, "Are you mocking me?"

"Never, now, try it again." Sango demanded sweetly.

Draca looked in Sango's eyes and concentrated on his mind, Can you hear me?

Always… Sango thought, yet, she just sat there.

"I didn't hear it, did I?" She asked, sighing deeply.

He smiled, "I don't know, did you?"

"No," She simply replied with her hands over her face once more.

Knock, knock

Sango yelled, "Come in,"

The door opened and Hermione walked in with Draco.

"Sango, sorry to interrupt your extra lessons with Draca but Professor McGonagall sent us a message to give to you." Hermione handed a piece of rolled up parchment to Sango.

Sango unrolled it and read it to himself:

Sango Devicon,

I need you to go on an investigation with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. Some strange and unusual activities have been arousing in downtown London. You will only be gone a week, but the Aurors need your sharp nose. You will be leaving tomorrow morning.

M. M.

Sango rolled the parchment back up and nodded at Hermione and Draco.

"Let me finish my lesson with Draca and then I will be right up with my things for tomorrow." Sango said, putting the parchment in his back pocket.

"Alright, good luck on your lesson Draca dear." Hermione told her daughter, yet Draca merely smiled and looked away.

Draco and Hermione left then and Sango walked over to his closet and began searching through everything.

"What did McGonagall want?" Draca asked him naturally curious.

"Umm, I'm going to be leaving for a week. She said Aurors want me to go sniff out something. Even though I'm not a bloody dog, that's what they want me as." Sango told her, sounding angry.

The next morning Sango, Hermione, and Draco left for London. Sango in his wolf form, of course, lead the Aurors to where they needed to go.

Draca was left alone at Hogwarts; the only one there that she talked to often was Viktor. Yet, even he was no help to her lately. Three days went by and no word from anyone, Draca was beginning to feel alone… like she was once before.

Down in the Slytherin common room is where she sat, all alone. No one was awake because it was so late. She looked over into the fireplace and began to wonder about life.

Sango and I would never work out in the long run. He's too busy being the most powerful wizard of our time. He's not even though, Harry Potter is… I think. Draca thought deep thoughts of everyone around her.

She sighed, "Even my parents hate me, who's to say anyone else wouldn't?"

"Well, my dear, I don't hate you." The voice of Tom rang through Draca's ears. She looked up and saw him standing there, he gave her a small smile.

"Tom," Draca quietly said, her breath finally caught up with her, "Are you angry?"

"No, why would I be? Oh yes, of course, you ditched me for some guy and then you are taken to his room and you two make harmonious love. Then you hide it from your father, and then, you think to yourself, oh pitiful me I'm all alone." Tom said, making it clear that he was angry but wont hold it against her. "You made a mistake, that's all. Are you ready to come back home and make that potion that I've asked of you?"

Tears came to the edge of her eyes; she knew what was right and what was wrong. She felt something for Sango, yet she wouldn't be with him forever. She took a long breath, "Yes, I will start on getting the ingredients."

"Good," Tom said sweetly. "Now, off you go."

The next day Draca was her old self. Her eyes shot of coldness and her heart was numb. Her fingertips were as cold as ice and her face showed nothing but hate.

After getting dressed into her Slytherin robes, she walked up into the common room where she found Viktor.

"Back to normal, Draca?" He asked her with a smile.

"Of course," She replied, "I'm doing an experiment with Potions class, my teacher wants me to gather ingredients for a project. Will you help me with it?"

"Of course, always," He said sweetly, "what do you need?"

"I need you to get me hair of a werewolf, blood of an enemy, and blood of… you." She told him.

"Ok, my father knows a werewolf, I will send him an owl right now. I'll give you my blood later too, and I'll get blood from an enemy. Don't worry, you can count on me." Viktor said sweetly and then brushed past her.

Draca then looked over at the fire and saw Tom smiling at her. Just as soon as he appeared he was gone. Like that, he was gone.

Over the next couple of days Draca found herself back to normal. No more butterflies in her stomach, at least until she walked into Potions class Monday morning. There stood Sango, she couldn't help it but a large smile spread across her face.

He caught eye contact with her and winked, which made her insides twitch. She sat down in the front of the class.

Soon the lesson was over and Draca stayed in her seat. Everyone was finally out of the class and when the door shut Draca stood and went into his arms. Their lips connected and soon their kiss became passionate.

Then their lips parted, "Oh, I missed you kitten." He told her breathlessly.

"I missed you as well, Sango." Draca replied, holding him to her.

They caught eye contact once more and their lips touched again. This time Draca and Sango went a little further. Draca was leaning up on the desk with Sango pressed against her.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?" Such a familiar voice yelled, Sango immediately parted his lips from hers and stood back.

Draca looked in the doorway, there stood a very angry looking father, her father, Draco Malfoy with Hermione behind him looking furious.

Draca's heart gave in and tears swelled up in her eyes. "It doesn't matter, father, what's going on. You would know if it wasn't for you, and how you HATE ME!" Draca ran down the isle of the desks with her books in her hands. She pushed her way past her father and around her mother. She ran out of sight with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Draco and Hermione looked to Sango who had no expression on his face. He just stared right back at them, no fear, no anger, and no hate.

"How long have you two been going together?" Hermione asked as Draco and her walked in the room more.

"Three months," Sango replied honestly.

"AND why wasn't I informed of such information?" Draco somewhat yelled in a furious rage.

"Because as she said, you probably wouldn't have listened and only judged. She feels that you both hate her because of your ignorance to realize that she is in need of someone's love." Sango said smoothly and calmly.

"How dare you tell me what my daughter wants or needs?" Draco said, his eyes raging with anger as his heart begins to beat faster.

"Well," Sango began, calmly and smoothly as before, "She needs someone to talk to and have love with or else she will parish into nothing. She will fall inside of herself and become depressed." Sango sighed, "I'm sorry Malfoy, but I care for your daughter, and if your not going to give her the love and attention that she needs and deserves… then I am."