Author's Note:I'm warning you now that this chapter and a chapter later on will have a ton of movie references, so don't feel too put off when I use them a lot. I will always put the name of the movie sometime after it. If I don't write me to ask me where it's from. Movies are a hobby of mine, and I watch as many as I can, so I have the tendency of sometimes getting carried away.
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Chapter Four: Movie Maniacs
Draco watched as the girl put away all of her belongings, plus the book that she had been reading previously. He couldn't help but observe every movement she made, each one seeming to be echoing of a piece of memory buried in the back of his head. She seemed... not just familiar, but a comfort to be around, almost like... well... an angel. Someone that you feel is always going to look out for you and encourage you to do what you feel inside. Draco shook his head to clear his mind, and noticed a diary on the seat next to her, where she was currently stuffing objects into her carry bag. He slowly allowed his eyes to graze the book, which was a black hardcover with the image of a large film reel on the front, centered in the middle. He looked back to what the girl was doing, and realized that she had stopped and was now looking at him with a puzzled expression. Draco felt himself turn red.
"I just... looking... at... that's a nice-looking book," he finally managed to say, feeling as though his hand had been caught in the cookie jar.
The girl smiled, fingering the book as she sat down. "It was a gift from my mother," she said. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands. She sighed very gently, her eyes appearing almost to water up.
Draco hesitated for a moment, unsure whether or not he should say something. Finally, he decided. "You miss your mom."
She looked up at him and smiled. "A little."
Draco smiled and nodded. He looked out the window at the trees passing by. "So do I get to know your name or do we keep going on like this?" he asked, observing the bridge up ahead.
He turned to her, her lips beginning to form a smile. She shrugged. "I pretend that we are the oldest and dearest of friends as oppose to which we actually are: people who don't know each others names" She turned to the window.
Unknown to the girl, a smile began to play at the corners of Draco's mouth. He dropped his head. "You've Got Mail" he said, leaning back, looking at her.
Her head instantly turned, her eyes questioning him. She appeared to be truly surprised. "How did you..."
Draco shrugged. "I got lucky."
"Like the Hilton?" she responded quickly. "From the second Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie?"
Draco sighed and shrugged again carelessly. "It was a long summer. I had extra time on my hands."
She still didn't seem convinced, his eyes still unsure. Draco sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I met a guy this summer who knows a lot about... muggle stuff, I guess is the only way to describe it. I went over to his house a couple of times and he showed me some of the stuff he had collected with his family over the years. He had an extra VCR... it's this thing that..." Draco tried to move his hands to indicate a box shape.
"I know what a VCR is," the girl said smiling.
Draco didn't bother to ask how she had acquired this knowledge. "So he let me stay over at his house a lot, and we basically watched movies all summer. That was why I sort of dazed off while looking at your book... with the film strip on it." He paused, looking out the window again. "It was a pretty good summer."
"Didn't you spend any time with your parents?" she asked cautiously.
Draco didn't react, although he felt his heart ache a small bit, the image of his mother from this morning coming back to him. He shrugged, still looking at the green passing by. "I saw my mother every now and then, but my father..." his voice trailed off as Draco's painful memories came back to him of his father's years of abuse on both him and his mother.
His gaze crept over to her face, full of pity and remorse. He swallowed and shrugged. "It's not a big deal," he said, his head turning away. He leaned his forehead against the glass, trying to ignore her eyes on him, and the idea that he had turned his guard down, even for an instant.
"You miss her too, huh?"
Draco shrugged. "Nah, it's not that I miss her. I'm just..."
"...Pining for her?" she asked, a bit of humour in her voice.
Draco smiled at the window. "Men don't pine. Girls pine. Men just... suffer."
She smiled. "Thank you Fred Astaire with your line from The Gay Divorcee" she said, laughing.
He turned to her, grinning. Inside, however, he was surprised. That was an old movie, and most people his age wouldn't watch those kinds of movies, never mind movies in themselves. He smiled at her, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.
"What's your name?" he asked.
She remained smiling, but paused for a minute. "Well, my name is Jim. But, most people call me . . . . . Jim," she said, her voice breaking after the last word with a fit of laughter.
Draco smiled but stayed leaning forward. " Blazing Saddles" he answered.
The girl nodded and looked at him for an instant, appearing very comfortable. Their eyes locked for an instant, before she looked away, smiling. Draco smiled faintly, curious at the speed that his heart was going. This girl was... unique. She was unlike any girl he had ever met. She knew as many movies as he did, and he had been watching them all summer, exchanging favorite lines with Charlie. He smiled inside. He would play this game. He put out his hand.
"I'm Draco," he said, pausing for an instant to await her response. She was about to reply when Draco said, "It's nice to meet you, Jim."
The girl looked at him for a minute, then grinned, placing her hand in his. Suddenly, catching Draco off guard, she leaned over, pulling his hand and face toward her. She smiled.
"It's Sarah. My name's Sarah."
Draco grinned. " Serendipity is the movie, but it's my turn."
She smiled as they released their hands and both leaned back, Draco silently wishing for the warmth of her hand to return to his palm. He began to speak. "Try this one..."
"What happened to your father?"
Draco stopped and looked at her. "What was that?"
She took a deep breath and asked him again, slightly more hesitant this time. "What happened to your father?"
Draco studied her face for a moment. "What makes you ask that?"
She smiled faintly. "Because you never finished your sentence from before."
Draco stopped for a minute, then sighed.
"I'd rather not talk about it, Jim" he said quietly, all the while looking at her. "But I promise that I will tell you someday."
Jim shook her head. "Tell me now. There's no time like the present, and I don't think either of us have any pressing engagements."
Draco studied Jim's eyes for a minute. She was being persistent, yet not overly pushy. He liked that. For a moment, Draco felt like she actually cared. He sighed.
"Okay Jim. I'll tell you everything about me, but under two conditions," he said, leaning back, slouching slightly.
Jim nodded.
"One, after we finish analyzing me, we start on you. And second...," Draco paused, then grinned, "...I get to call you Jim."
She smiled, crossing her legs under her on the seat. "Deal."
Draco sighed and did the same with his sitting, and soon began the story that he had bottled up for the entire summer.
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