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His Sister
Chapter 3: Uncertain
"You see Mr. Malfoy, you and Professor Vivien are going through the same isolation from people. You are both alone against the world, and I thought that this is the right time for you to find comfort in each other."
"How could she feel alone…after she left us?"Draco said shakily.
"You have been misinformed by your parents, Mr. Malfoy. Your sister never wished to leave you; she was disowned by your parents after refusing to join the Death Eaters. Your mother and father still felt sympathy for their own daughter, so, instead of letting Voldemort kill her, they disowned her and refused that she was ever related to them." Professor McGonagall explained briefly.
Draco was dumbfounded by Professor McGonagall's words. He couldn't believe his ears, he has never thought that was the reason his sister left them, after all, he was just five years old at that time. Draco looked down at his knees, feeling stupid that he had to shout in class.
"I expect you to apologize to Professor Vivien, Mr. Malfoy. Even if she is your sister, she's still your professor." Professor McGonagall snapped sternly.
"Yes…Professor." Draco added hastily.
Draco walked out of the stone gargoyle and proceeded to his next class (Potions). During Potions, he got dirty glances by Harry and Ron and the other students which he ignored. What bothered him was Hermione's inquisitive looks; it was as if she was scrutinizing every inch of him, as if to find some sort of disease.
All through Potions, he pondered whether to apologize to his sister or not. That was why all his concoctions were messed up; he added Dragon heartstrings instead of powdered moonstone to his supposed-to-be Draught of Peace, stirred clockwise when he was supposed to stir counter-clockwise for seven times. Potions ended with Draco looking like a mangled monkey with singed fur. Nobody actually laughed at him, but he saw Hermione give a stifled chuckle out of the corner of his eye.
'Yeah Granger, laugh all you want, just because you're a stinking mudblood, know-it-all.' He thought furiously. Draco decided to go to Professor Malfoy's office at lunchtime, so nobody could overhear him apologizing for the first time ever; sincerely.
He knocked at the door three times and heard an inaudible come in from inside. He opened the door and was amazed to see how the room had changed; it was the simplest of all the Defense against the Dark Arts teachers' offices. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and he remembered his sister loved to read (He was vaguely reminded of Hermione Granger) several portraits were hung (some even including him when he was just a child) cheap sofas were seated near the fireplace, and a desk was situated next to the bookcases.
"Draco!" she exclaimed uncontrollably. "Is there something wrong?"
"Vivien, I…I," Draco stammered. "I just…I just wanted to apologize to you, for, you know, earlier." She embraced him once again, but did not cry anymore.
"Oh Draco, I should be the one apologizing for leaving you there with mum and dad." She muttered while suppressing her sobs. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"I already have." Draco whispered, while tears threatened to drop from his eyes; but it didn't.
"I take it that you are comfortable to have me as your Professor?"
"Yes." Draco replied.
"Then, you shall have to address me as Professor, understand?" Vivien said sternly, but with a smile on her face.
"Yes…Professor." Said Draco, emphasizing the last word.
"Would you like to have lunch with me here, Draco?"
"That would be great." Draco replied with a bright grin.
"We have a lot to catch up with each other don't you think? It has been thirteen years after all."
Hermione stared at Ron with utmost disgust, for he was stuffing his mouth with everything he could reach.
"You do know that's repulsive, Ron." Hermione snapped at Ron.
"Whassamader? Imangery ermyni." Ron mumbled through his full mouth.
"Ewk." Hermione simply exclaimed. She noticed that Harry was staring blankly into space and fiddling with his broccolis. "What's the matter, Harry? You haven't even eaten one bite.
"What?" Harry suddenly came to his senses and became aware that Hermione was talking to him. "Sorry, I just…I was wondering why-,"
"Malfoy had a sister?" Hermione finished.
"Yeah, nobody really said the Malfoys had a daughter did they?" Ron said, finally finishing his food. "There's something dodgy about that Professor."
"Well, that makes sense." Hermione retorted matter-of-factly. "But what about Malfoy's reaction when he saw Professor Malfoy?"
"You know Hermione, hearing two Malfoys in a sentence, sounds…weird." Harry suddenly cut in.
"Well, you wouldn't want me to call Malfoy, Draco, would you?" Hermione smirked.
"That's even more bizarre."
"Well I can't call a Professor by her first name, so it's either Malfoy or Draco, or would you like me to call him BF instead?"
"What?! Boyfriend?" Ron yelled angrily.
"No silly," Hermione giggled. "Bouncing Ferret."
Both Harry and Hermione chortled.
