A/N:Hello guys!! This is definitely something you haven't seen before. As the title already implied what the story is all about(literally!) I will not tell you anything more! haha. I just hope you'll like this fic as much as you did with Sealed Lips. So you may know, the Romance part is a little cliche'd, so I hope you won't sue me for that. AHA!!

His Sister?

Chapter 1: Unexpectedly Expected

The Hogwarts Express couldn't have been more peaceful. You could no longer hear the usual babble in the train made by the anxious first years or the regular shouting about dung bombs by fourth years. Yes, everything was as serene as ever, except for one compartment where three seventh years conversed animatedly and rather skeptically.

"I cannot believe that the war is over." Said Ron Weasley, a gangly teenager with red hair that had brown highlights and a rather enormous amount of freckles.

"Don't be stupid, Ron. Voldemort is still out there, he may not have his follower's anymore, but he's still got his Horcruxes," said another teenager with pale brown and wavy hair, which was Hermione Granger.

"That's why professor McGonagall asked us to return for our last year in Hogwarts," said Harry Potter, still the same as ever apart from his now sleek hair . "She said the extra knowledge will help us to defeat Voldemort."

"Well, not that it's needed, really, with Hermione around." Ron replied sarcastically.

"I still have a lot to learn myself, too." Hermione snapped.

"What I can't believe is why McGonagall made that slimy git return to school." Harry retorted furiously, almost crushing the licorice wand he had in his hand.

"I thought we already got over this, Harry. He returned to our side, he said he seriously repented all those things he'd done last year." Hermione explained indifferently.

"Yeah, but that doesn't stop him from being a git." Ron replied angrily.

Unaware as they were, Harry, Ron and Hermione didn't know that Draco Malfoy, who'd become slightly thinner and paler over the summer, was in the next compartment, alone, overhearing everything they were saying. Everyone turned their back on him, even his old friends, for fear of being killed or simply because they loathed him for being a Death Eater. His mother convinced him in going back to Hogwarts before she died, because he had no where to go, obviously. And she didn't want him to be killed; he was the last of the Malfoy's living descendants, after all.

When the train halted, Draco was already in his billowing school robes; his once oh-so-sleek hair was now lank and hanging by the sides of his face and his eyes with dark circles underneath them. He had the appearance of a person who's never seen sunlight before.

On the way out of the train, Draco collided with Harry. Harry cast him a dirty look and strode away, while Ron pretended as if he didn't exist, and Hermione looked at him, with a blank expression on her face, shook her head and followed Harry and Ron out of the compartment.

'I might as well skip the Feast, I'm not hungry anyway.' Draco thought miserably. And so, he proceeded towards the dormitories and shut himself from all living beings.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at their usual seats in the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall, now the Headmistress, rose to make a few announcements.

"Good Evening to everyone, I assume you all know that the Death Eaters have all been rounded up and returned to Azkaban with top-notch security, however, we must not calm down and loosen up just yet. He-who-must-not-be-named is still on the run, he will regain power, somehow, someway. For now, I'm pleased to inform you that we have a new Professor joining us this year who will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts; Professor Vivien Malfoy." A tall woman around her mid-twenties with pale brown (just like Hermione's recent hair-color) hair and light cerulean eyes stood up and smiled brightly to the crowd. Everyone burst out in their own buzzing conversations.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and said altogether; " Professor...Malfoy?!"