My Life is a Movie

Chapter 6: Is That Me?

"Where the bloody hell could it be?" Draco Malfoy demanded out loud. He ran a hand through his silky blond hair in frustration, and scanned the top bookshelf again, hoping against hope that he would finally find what he was looking for.

That morning Draco had awoken with one goal in mind and had spent the better part of his day trying to achieve it. His main objective being to find a book, but not just any book, he was searching for his father's only copy of Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy.

The first stop in his mission had been the Malfoy library. Located on the second floor of Malfoy Mansion, the library possessed nearly every Wizarding document ever written. Massive shelves of books occupied almost every inch of wall, leaving only the windows and doors uncovered. It had taken him and the help of two house elves more than three hours to search the entire library. However, even after their meticulous search, they still came out empty-handed.

The only other place in the Mansion that would possibly contain that particular tome was his father's private study. Of course under regular circumstances Draco wouldn't even think twice about entering the well furnished study, but considering the fact that Lucius Malfoy was now gone, he figured it would be safe.

He ran a finger against the spines of the old worn-down manuscripts as he read the titles audibly to himself. "Let's see... The Dark Arts Outsmarted... no, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts... nope, A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions... nah, Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed ... no," he shook his head indignantly, "Fuck! Where the hell is it?" he groaned. He stomped over to his father's desk, flopped down in the chair and buried his face in his hands.

Lately, Draco noticed that he had been feeling increasingly aggravated. Day after day he found himself having to sit down and take a break from his life in order to alleviate himself from all the tension building up inside him. Cursing under his breath, he reminisced on everything that had happened to him since before school let out almost two months ago.

One of the first occurrences that lead to his progressive vexation came to pass during his first O.W.L.S. examinations, the practical Charms exam to be precise. Everything was going fine at first; his Levitation Charm was working out superbly. That is until he overheard one of the examiners fawning over Harry Potter. The bothersome distraction caused him to lose his concentration and drop the wine glass he was levitating. He hated when people made such a great deal over the sodding Boy-Who-Lived.

The next incident had transpired a week after, the day of the History of Magic exam. Draco was unbelievably thrilled when Potter and his gang had been caught by Umbridge when using her fireplace, and he became even more euphoric when she offered to perform the Cruciatus Curse on him as well. However, all the joy and excitement had dissipated when that wretched toad of a woman stupidly refused to allow any members of the Inquisitorial Squad to accompany her to the Forbidden Forest, eventually causing the rest of Potter's fan club to escape. Not to mention, allowing that annoying Weasley girl to perform a Bat-Boggy Hex on him when he wasn't expecting it. Stupid Weasel.

Yet the ultimate event that still had Draco fuming with rage took place later on that night. Just thinking about how Potter and his degenerate lackeys had landed his father in prison made his blood boil. Oh, how he despised those goodie-goodie Gryffindors even more for that feat.

Now that he thought about it, it seems that all the undesired incidents that had happened to him over the past few months had one thing in common...

Harry 'Fucking' Potter.

Damn Potter and his 'heroic' escapades, Draco thought as he moved his hands away from his face and balled them into fists. Everyone thinks he's so brilliant when he's just an effing little twit who was stupid enough not to die when he should have. He stood up abruptly, causing the chair he was sitting in to fall over. He swears he's so much better than everyone else, but I'll show him. I'll make sure he pays for all the shit he's caused me, Draco vowed, also recalling the event that occurred on the journey home on the Hogwarts Express. He was so humiliated when his mother had found him stuffed in a luggage rack after being hexed into resembling a gigantic slug.

Draco strolled over to the other side of the room to search the one bookcase he had not yet checked. I just know Potter has something to do with what happened the other day, he thought. He skimmed through the shelves, determined more than ever to find the book he was looking for. I just need to figure out what he's trying to pull.

*flashback*

Walking down Diagon Alley with his head held high in arrogance, Draco paid no attention to the looks and whispers he was getting from the people walking by. It was no surprise to him that he would receive this type of reaction being who he was. He knew exactly what everyone was thinking; There goes Draco Malfoy, son of known Death Eater Lucius Malfoy. The lout must be up to no good, just like his father.

However, Draco did not let that get to him. He just walked on, not allowing anyone the pleasure of seeing him react. He stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, and scanned the inhabitants of the room to make sure that he was not yet late. Good, she's not here yet. He sighed in relief. Hopefully something happened to her and she won't even show up, he hoped thoughtfully. His mind began creating multiple scenarios of Pansy Parkinson being attacked by different magical creatures, making her unable to attend the little meeting they were supposed to have. He smiled at the thought of her being attacked by a quintaped, one of those five-legged carnivorous creatures that seem to have a taste for human flesh. If only his mother had minded her own damn business and not informed Pansy that he would meet her today.

For the last week or so Narcissa Malfoy had been trying desperately to get Draco away from the Mansion. Since the beginning of the summer holidays, he had spent almost every single day locked in his room, and his mother was getting a little worried about him. She knew the rationale of his need for solitude was probably the result of his father's absence, but that didn't matter. All she wanted now was for Draco to snap out of it and get some fresh air. Hence the motive for the intended rendezvous between her only son and his little school mate.

Draco frowned when he spotted a table full of boisterous witches in the corner of the room laughing insanely about Merlin knows what. "Annoying chits," he muttered as he went to sit down at a table near the entrance to Muggle London. He wanted to be as far away from anyone as possible. He took out his copy of the Daily Prophet and began to read. Soon he became absorbed with an article about some Muggles that had spotted a jarvey and mistaken it for an overgrown ferret. The whole lot had to have their memories modified when it called one of them a fat biffa with the face of a bulldog.

About five minutes later, Draco heaved a sigh of annoyance when he heard the door to Muggle London open. Abrasive noises and guys shouting back and forth to one another could be heard from the outside. Bloody loud Muggles! They better shut it before I go over there and Avada all their arses, he threatened silently, not even bothering to put down his paper.

"Come on guys, we've got a table." He heard a familiar voice yell. Recognising the voice, Draco froze in his seat. Shit, don't tell me Scarhead is here, he cursed. He slowly lowered the paper from his face and peered over it, being careful not to be seen. He groaned softly when he found Harry Potter and the two Weasleys sitting at a table in the middle of the room. Well if it isn't the dream team and the little Weasel. He scowled, his eyes narrowed at the trio in front of him. But wait, someone seems to be missing. Where's Mudblood Granger? Noticing that the group was still looking towards the door, he turned to see what it was that held their attention.

By the entrance stood two figures with their arms intertwined. Seeing them made Draco's mouth drop open in surprise. Bloody hell! Is that me?! he thought in astonishment. His mind was spinning with shock due to the fact that one of the figures appeared to be the exact semblance of himself. He had the same platinum blond hair, same pale coloured skin, same sharp facial features, and the same slender but well defined body build. And what in Merlin's name am I doing with the Mudblood? he asked himself, finally aware of who the other person standing by the door was.

Draco watched on in wonder as Granger laughed softly, looking as content as can be standing next to someone who she supposedly loathed. She then leaned over to whisper something into the Draco look-alike's ear. Hmm... she seems a bit keen on me. He smirked, noticing the wistful smile on the brunette's face as she gently let go of his impersonator's arm and walked over to join her friends. But, it's not like anyone could blame her. Just look at me, Draco thought conceitedly. He turned his gaze back to the young man now standing alone by the door.

Wait! What the hell am I saying? That's not me. Draco berated himself, now recognising that he'd been thinking illogically. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He does have the Malfoy style and grace though, he observed, paying close attention to stranger's obvious good looks and respectable manner. He's probably related to me somehow, the young Slytherin concluded ingeniously. But why would he hanging around with those proletariats? Draco mused. He turned back to the table full of riffraff and sneered, wishing more than anything that he could hex them all to oblivion.

"There you are Draco. I've missed you so much." Pansy's voice announced, cutting through his thoughts. Draco glanced around the room and spotted Pansy hugging the young man that looked so much like him.

Ha, stupid bint can't even tell that's not me, Draco remarked. He began to laugh, but then remembered he needed to be inconspicuous. So, with a manner of sophistication, he slyly transformed his laugh into a slight cough, rustling his paper a bit to drown out the sound and cover his face once more.

How thick can you get? he questioned, hearing Pansy coddle his counterpart, still unaware that she was interacting with the wrong person. Wait... I thought he was me too, Draco realised in horror. Does that mean I'm as dense as Pansy Parkinson? he asked himself fearfully. Crap! I better not let anyone find out about that. Draco chastised himself for the second time that day for thinking irrationally.

"Draco, what's going on? Why are you sitting with this pathetic lot?" Pansy's overbearing voice demanded. Draco carefully peered over the newspaper again to monitor the predicament developing in front of him.

"Oh, well... err..." the stranger began. He appeared to be very uncomfortable.

Hmm... he doesn't seem to be too proficient with the Malfoy vernacular, Draco commented. And the Malfoy pose seems to have gone down the drain as well.

"You know, when I told you to meet me here I didn't expect you to want to hang around Potter and his little sidekicks. I wanted to be with you all by myself," came the whiney voice of his housemate. He then saw Pansy adamantly clutch his look-alike's arm as if she were hanging on for dear life.

Poor bloke, Draco thought with concern. He knew first hand how unpleasant it felt to be under Pansy's disdainful company, and for once Draco Malfoy actually felt empathetic towards another person.

Draco listened closely as Granger nervously asked Pansy something. Hmm... she seems worried. I wonder what she's trying to hide, he wondered to himself as Pansy spat back a retort.

"Hey Parkinson, nice shirt," the girl Weasley stated innocently.

Yeah right, Draco thought sarcastically, noticing the low cut, skin tight shirt the blonde was wearing. Nice if you're a tart.

"It goes really well with that pimple on your nose," the redhead warranted, causing Draco to laugh softly. Pansy covered her nose and gave an insipid whimper, then ran off to the girl's loo. He watched on as the occupants of the table stood up quickly and made their way to the door. They were too distracted to even acknowledge him as they passed alongside his table.

"What's wrong Todd?" he heard Granger ask.

"I thought Pansy Parkinson had brown hair."

"That's just in the movies," she explained as they exited the room.

Draco raised his brow in thought, Movie? What's that? However, before he could contemplate more on that question, the shrill voice of Pansy Parkinson greeted his ears once again.

"I did not have a pimple." she informed haughtily. Draco shrugged uncaringly. "Draco Malfoy, what is wrong with you? First you're hanging around with those worthless berks, and now you're acting all rude," she accused. Draco just stared back at her apathetically, causing her to cry out in frustration. "If you don't tell me what the hell is going on this instant, I'm leaving." she threatened.

"Fine," he replied immediately. Pansy smiled approvingly at his response and went to take the seat next to him. "Leave then," Draco replied indifferently. He got up from the table and walked briskly to the entrance of Diagon Alley, leaving behind a shocked and speechless Pansy Parkinson.

*end flashback*

Draco laughed openly remembering the stunned expression on Pansy's face when he left her sitting alone at the table. She looked like a dejected pug that had its only toy taken away. Now that was a sight worth seeing.

However, the issue that had occupied his mind since that very day was not the amusement of seeing Pansy Parkinson miserable, but the identity of the stranger that had looked so much like him.

The whole incident had left Draco extremely puzzled. The only thing he knew for sure about the stranger was that his name was Todd. That and of course the fact that he was a wizard. How else would he be in The Leaky Cauldron? What bothered him though was that this Todd character was actually hanging around Potter and his gang. Willingly too. If he really was a Malfoy like Draco expected, then why the hell would he want to associate himself with those lowly pieces of scum? He also wondered why no one bothered to correct Pansy when she mistook Todd for him.

Not knowing these bits of information bugged the shit out of Draco. He knew that in order to solve this enigma he would need to go to the source itself, and to do that he needed to find that book. He scanned the very last shelf at the bottom of the bookcase. It better be here, he thought, knowing full well that if it wasn't he'd be at a loss because he had no clue where else he should search. I know Father has that book, but where the hell does he keep it? he questioned. He bent down slightly in order to see the titles of the books more easily, "OK... Fifteenth Century Fiends... Notable Magical Names of Our Time... Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy... and lastly Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century," he read quickly.

"Damn it! Where could it be?" Draco yelled, slapping his forehead in irritation. "Oh wait," he uttered a few seconds later, recalling the names of the books he had just read. His eyes backtracked along the titles again. There on the bottom shelf was the very object he had dedicated his whole day searching for. "Finally," he exclaimed, pulling the thick leather bond text out of the shelf and walking over to the plush armchair in the corner of the room.

He sat in the chair and opened the book to the index page. "Malfoy... Malfoy," he muttered softly, his fingers trailing the page in search of the correct page number. He was rather excited to finally put his mind at rest, and this book was the one source he knew that could help him. It was the only document available that housed all current information on his family, being as how the tome magically updated itself once a year. It contained everything from the family's history to the family tree, naming each and every family member since the beginning of time and also supplying their current address. Once he found out where Todd lived he'd go there straight away and demand an explanation of what was going on. He wanted to know why the hell Todd was parading around as him and hanging around Potter and his gang.

"Ah, here it is page 684." Draco flipped through the book until he reached the correct page and began to read.

The extremely affluent and aristocratic Malfoy family is one of the oldest Wizarding families still around today. They are prideful not only for their wealth and nobility, but also for their strictly pureblooded lineage. From as far back as the Thirteenth Century, the first born male of each generation, as well as his immediate family and a trove of faithful house elves, has resided in the Malfoy Mansion, a huge four-story manor located in Wiltshire in the south-west portion of England. The very honorable Malfoy name is most commonly associated with the...

"Yeah yeah..." Draco grumbled, skimming through the next few paragraphs. He was already well aware of all that rubbish. The only thing he was interested in right now was the family tree. He turned a few pages of the book and found the chart he was looking for. "OK, let's see. Todd Malfoy..." he quickly glanced at the names on the chart, focusing mostly on the bottom portion because he knew Todd was around the same age as himself and would be listed further down the line.

"That's odd," he announced, slightly confused. He checked the chart again, slowly this time, making sure he read each and every name carefully. When he was done he gently closed the book and rested his head against the back of the chair.

"I guess he's not a Malfoy after all," Draco concluded, a bewildered expression coming over his face.

Draco sat silently for several minutes as he struggled to come up with a logical reason as to why Todd would pretend to be a Malfoy. He replayed the events that took place in The Leaky Cauldron once more in his mind, trying to determine if there were any clues that he might have over looked. Distracted by a range of different explanations running through his head, Draco barely noticed that he had once again opened Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy. He hardly paid any attention when one of his aristocratic hands idly began flipping through the pages as the other rested gently upon his pale cheek. A vision of Todd standing in the doorway to Muggle London with Granger on his arm suddenly popped into his train of thought while the soothing feeling of fingers running through his fine blond hair caused him to close his eyes and sigh in pleasure.

Ahh... that feels nice, Draco commented to himself. The fingers in his hair started to tenderly massage his scalp and he slowly closed the tome on his lap using both hands.

Wait. Both hands?

"What the..." he exclaimed, jumping out of his chair. Draco quickly turned around to see just who it was that was daft enough to sneak up on him when he was deep in thought.

"Pansy," he growled, his eyes narrowing drastically at the figure leaning casually against the side of the chair. Draco fumed with anger at the sight of his fellow Slytherin. "Who gave you permission to come in here?" he questioned vehemently. "And why the fuck were you touching my hair?"

The girl beamed contentedly at the disturbed blond, paying no attention to the harsh bite to his voice or the obvious glare he was sending her. "Oh Draco," she purred in an unappealing manner, her short leather miniskirt riding up her legs as she attempted to walk seductively over to him. "You just looked so sexy sitting there with your face all serious and alluring." Pansy stopped directly in front of him, her eyes gazing passionately into those tantalizing orbs of grey. "I couldn't help myself," she continued, raising an arm slowly to finger those immaculate flaxen locks once more. "I just had to run my ha..."

"Don't even think about touching me again," Draco warned. He grabbed her wrist callously, causing her to grimace in pain. "I asked you a question," he reminded. "Now, tell me who the hell let you in here."

Pansy whimpered slightly as his grip tightened. Seeing this, Draco loosened his grasp considerably, but did not let go of her wrist. He didn't want her getting away until he got his answer.

"You're Mum," she replied softly, her eyes focusing on anywhere but Draco for the first time since she entered the study. Having known Draco for almost her entire life Pansy knew that when the domineering pureblood got mad it was a good idea not to look him in the eye. If someone were to meet his gaze when he was angry, he would take it as a challenge and become even more irate. She supposed that he inherited that trait from his father.

"She owled me an hour ago and asked me to come over. She said you've spent the entire morning looking for something, and suggested that I come and help," Pansy continued.

Draco grumbled something incoherently and harshly let go her wrist. She immediately pulled her arm close to her body and rubbed the sore area tenderly. She watched as the caustic young man retreated back to the chair and picked up a book. He then made his way to bookcase and slid the book into the bottom shelf.

Pansy stood fidgeting uncomfortably as Draco went about his business. She had no idea what she should do now. When Narcissa contacted her earlier and suggested she come over for a visit, she had been somewhat hesitant. Ever since school let out, Pansy noticed that Draco had become more withdrawn. It's not to say that the egotistical Prince of Slytherin had ever been gregarious in anyway, but his attention did seem a little more occupied than usual.

Early on in the summer, after hearing from her mother that Narcissa mentioned in several letters that Draco would spend days at a time alone in his room, Pansy had developed a strong concern over her longtime crush. Several weeks into the holidays, when Narcissa recommended that she meet Draco for lunch in order to get his mind off of whatever it was that was bothering him, her worries began to quell. She was a bit curious as to what was holding the handsome pureblood's attention so thoroughly, but she was rather excited that she might be able to return him back to his normal overconfident, dogmatic, and sexy self; which in essence was the sole reason she agreed to the little meeting.

However, her fears had resurfaced when she saw him at The Leaky Cauldron three days ago. To think that Draco Malfoy was actually sitting down on his own accord with Harry Potter and the rest of those good-for-nothing Gryffindors; and in public as well! What the heck was wrong with him?

Pansy recalled the strange behavior he had employed that day, and the fact that he had abandoned her so uncaringly. Of course she was used to having Draco just up and leave without giving an explanation as to why, but this time was different. This time he left her to follow Potter, his pet weasels, and the stupid Mudblood (or so she thought).

Pansy's face began to fill with emotion as Draco observed the usually poised female squirm silently in the middle of the room. She seemed troubled at the moment, her eyes staring absentmindedly at a random spot on the floor, but her facial expression seemed to show just a tiny bit of distress.

Draco was accustomed to having Pansy inconvenience him when he least preferred (which was always). She constantly seemed to be flittering about annoyingly; trying to stick her head into places she had no business in knowing. Like Mother, he thought to himself.

Pansy Parkinson and Narcissa Malfoy had many things in common. They were both strong willed yet stubborn women who knew what they wanted, but not how to get it. That bothered Draco immensely. Don't get him wrong, he loved his mother dearly, and he even tolerated Pansy (you know, when she wasn't being an irritating, whiney little bint), but he believed that anyone who needed other people to depend on were greatly flawed. That was one of the many reasons he did not go after Pansy as a partner like his mother wished him to. If it weren't for that slight personality indiscretion, Draco would maybe be able to overlook all her other imperfections. After all, she was confident (though nauseatingly conceited), alluring (albeit in a whorish, prostitute-like type of way), and somewhat smart (no wait... that's not true). But Draco had to admit that Pansy wasn't that bad to look at. Although her nose was known for being a little pug-like, and her ears were a bit higher up on her head then normal, she was... OK. She did have a rather nice body with long legs and an average set of tits. Her charming blue eyes and nice full lips were also a plus, not to mention the long blond hair that went down to her waist.

Hmm... blond hair. That reminded Draco of something. "Pansy," he called out passively.

Startled at hearing something other than silence, Pansy looked up to see Draco sitting behind his father's desk. Regaining her composure, she put on her best sultry look and walked over to the desk. "Yes Draco?"

Draco rolled his eyes in disgust, but did not comment on her nauseatingly obvious manner. "Did you ever have brown hair?" he inquired, remembering the little conversation he overheard before Todd and Granger left to Muggle London.

Pansy was a little taken aback by such a random question, but she answered without hesitation. "No, I've always had blonde hair." Draco looked a little deflated at her reply, so she added quickly, "But I could always change it if you want me to."

He raised an elegant brow at her impetuous offer then shook his head. "What about when you're... in the movies?" he asked. Draco was still unaware as to what movies were, but if Granger said that Pansy only had brown hair in the movies, then maybe Pansy would know what Granger and Todd were talking about.

"I don't go to the movies Draco," she replied, looking at him with uncertainty. "It's a tad too Muggle for me, don't you think?"

Draco did not respond right away as he tried to analyze her answer. Movies are from the Muggle world? No wonder I didn't know what they were, he rationalized. But how can Pansy have brown hair in the movies if she's never been there? He wanted to ask her what exactly a movie was, but he didn't want her to know that there was something she knew that he didn't.

"Are you sure you've never been in the movies?" he asked instead.

"Yes. I'm positive."

"In that case," Draco began as he got up from his seat and strode over to Pansy. She smiled ecstatically towards him when he placed a hand gently on the small of her back and led her in the direction of the dark leather loveseat on the other side of the study. Finally, it was time for Draco and her to spend a little intimate time together.

"I think it's time that you leave," he announced. He led her passed the inviting looking couch and opened the heavy wooden door that opened to the hallway.

"But I came here to help," Pansy exclaimed in an attempt to get Draco to change his mind.

"Ah, so you have," was his only reply. He shut the door loudly and sighed, his new goal for the rest of the day being set in his mind. What the bloody hell is a movie?