Summary: Draco is working the magical underworld with his partner, Adrianne Marquette, trying to take down the Death Eaters from the inside. Life is proving to be harder than he expected living a lie…but then he meets someone who might be able to change that. Eventually DM/HP. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously…although I'd like to own a Draco…maniacal giggle

Do you ever wonder what that other person's thinking hen they pass you – on the street, in a store, in the car next to you? Wonder what that look meant – that look of sadness, distress, anger, elation – when your eyes met? Have you thought about why the girl's smiling, joking and laughing with her friends while her eyes are clearly screaming of depression; or why the guy on the cell phone's saying, "Alright, sweetie, I love you! Kiss the kids goodnight for me." while he checks out the guy's ass two steps ahead of him.

These are the things I think about. I categorize people, psychoanalyze them, and I can never stop thinking about them once I start. Its like an addiction…I'm addicted to people.

Is that weird?

Hell, I don't care. I should have gone to one of those muggle universities and become a psychologist. Gotten a job in their world, as opposed to working undercover in ours. I hate the lie I live…but I have no choice. There's only so much deceit a person can take. Its funny, sometimes I get so into what I'm saying or doing, that I start to believe I am Lucas (called Luke) Marquette. But I'm not. I'm not a half-blooded would-be noble, recently graduated from Beauxbatons. I don't have naturally dark hair and blue eyes. And my "sister", who's the only person I can truly confide in, is an Auror assigned to help keep me alive – and keep up my disguise.

Its so ironic how well she and I get along now. We fought like cats and dogs (or real siblings) in the beginning. She's the only thing holding me together and keeping me sane. Oh, Adrienne…

Damn shame I'm not into girls.

But she looks so much like me – or, like Luke – there's no way. With her mahogany-brown hair that gleams red in the sun, her pale white skin and her adorable freckles on her nose, and her beautiful blue eyes. We could pass for twins if she weren't younger looking. And if my hair and eyes weren't the result of frequent dyes and contacts.

So many ifs. My life is full of ifs. Nothing can be certain when you're working in London's magical underworld. But I'm Draco Malfoy, and this is my life.