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A Small Rant: Alright, this is a prequel to 'A Dragon's Heart'. WhOOOPP…And it's weird because the sequel was written before the prequel…I find that out of sorts but oh well. uhh…it's not beta'ed..so there will probably be a lot of mistakes. But I do want a beta..sooo….who wants that post? Any way, this story is going to jump time periods—really, whatever hits my mood will happen. So, enjoy!

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Flashes: Glimpses of the Past

Prelude( or epilogue): Breakup

Harry didn't care. He didn't bloody give a damn what Draco Malfoy did anymore.

He pulled at his already wild hair before disapparating again. Once he was in front of his apartment building in muggle London, he made his way to the home he had made after the war. And once again, his anger flared. How dare he? Who did Draco Malfoy think he was, to treat Harry that way? Harry was way past the days of sullen depression and self-hate and he believed that he had done nothing to warrant that kind of behavior from anyone, especially his own boyfriend.

At the thought of the said boyfriend, his magic flared, ready to lash out. Too busy drowning in his anger, he didn't notice his out of control magic. He also didn't notice the poor muggle stumble at the sight of a young man with dark unruly hair, nice fashionable glasses wearing some sort of dress. The muggle stood stock still as light seemed to radiate from the man, burning anyone who laid eyes on him with its harsh rays. And the muggle promptly fainted. Good thing for Harry that when the muggle woke up, he dismissed his memory as a hallucination. His exact words were, "I can't already be going crazy, can I?"

Harry, still lost in his intense emotions, went up to his apartment, packed up clothes and necessities and changing out of his wizarding outfit, he also packed the wad of money he had got exchanged at Diagon Alley and promptly disapparated out again. He was so tired of London.

"What did you just do, Draco?"

Draco watched with caution as his mother stepped towards him, danger written in her every move. He looked to his father for help, but the cold bastard just shrugged as if to say 'your problem'.

"Mother," He started to say something, anything but was interrupted by the cold voice of his best friend, Pansy Parkinson.

"No excuses, Dray."

He looked around at the people who he thought would support him in his decisions to end his relationship with Harry.

"Why are you all hounding me? I did what I wanted to do. The relationship we had would have never worked out in the long run. Anyway, what I said was true-"

"A fling? To you, the months you shared with Harry were nothing but a fling?" His mother cut him down to the bone.

Before he could reply, his father spoke up, "Draco, I do believe I have taught you to be more polite than that. A Malfoy doesn't act as such." I am disappointed was written all over his face. Then his father strolled out of the sitting room.

His mother followed after, although stopping to say, "I hope you did the right then, for your sake. And even thought I do think you made one of the worst mistakes of your life, you are my son and I will stand by your decision and say not a word more."

"Thank you—"

"Don't thank me, you insolent child. I will stand by you but do not ask for anymore from me. And I am glad you let your intent be shown so soon into relationship, if he had fallen in any deeper, you could have pushed him over the edge." Then she left the room with a quiet dignity no one else could manage.

Draco turned to Pansy, "Pans—"

"Draco, you are so stupid and one day will realize this and I will be there to be 'I told you so' but for now I will complain silently."

"Pansy, I want children and I don't love him do I?"

She smiled and Draco knew it meant something, something he couldn't quite guess but it was sad and almost pitying.

"Then, I hope you find love, Dragon. A better love than what Harry offered to you."

He wanted to say something, what could he say to that?

"Now get yourself cleaned up, you look horrible."

And right at the moment, Draco felt intense pain on his side. He looked down and realized that Harry must have hit him with some curses that tried to cut and slice him up.

"What curses did he get me with?"

"I really don't know. I mean, he didn't even have his wand out when curses began shooting at you but they were non-verbal. We should take you to St. Mungos."

"Alright," He groaned as he felt a stabbing of pain bursting through his right foot.

He could go out into the world to find love after this. And he was going to be happy.

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