Author's Note: Oh boy I'm so excited! I wrote this at about the same time I wrote the first chapter in Anniversary which was a WHILE ago. Now, I've decided to put it up because I'm kinda getting bored of Anniversary (yes I'm still going to write it I just wanted something new for a change!). Anyway, this is a story about Draco. I know I put it under Romance and Adventure, but it really needs to be under "Coming of Age". Hahaha. There's just not a category called that... Well it's mainly going to be about him growing up and finding love. So it's not all romance but it's not all adventure either. I guess you will see, haha. So I have the second chapter written, I don't if I should post it right away or let you get a feel for it first? What do you think? Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Man, it's even a different story and I have yet to own it. Harry Potter and all related characters (e.g. Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Voldemort) belong to JK Rowling. I just like to take her dolls and play with them. :)

"I just want to see what's out there." Draco Malfoy lamely told a worried Pansy Parkinson. They were sitting on a park bench. It had been their place. And what better place to break up with someone? Draco thought heartlessly.

"No! You can't break up with me! We make sense together! We're meant to be, Draco!" she pleaded.

"Listen, Pans," he grabbed her hands in his, "I've been with you practically my whole life, but you can't deny it was because of our blood and families. Now that the dark lord has fallen and half of our families are in Azkaban, I just want to see who else is out there like I said." However, this explanation made Pansy look no less depressed. "Look," Draco said sincerely, "if I don't find anyone I'll give you a ring, okay?" But yet again, this had been quite the opposite of the right thing to say, and Pansy slapped him hard across the face. She brought her face closer to his and he soon realized that she had replaced her look of utter despair with one of utter hatred.

"I will not be your last resort, Draco Malfoy, so if you're leaving me now, you're never coming back!" Pansy half-screamed dramatically, but necessarily.

These words hit Draco like a short range stunning spell, but he did not show it. A life without Pansy scared him, but it also excited him. All his life it had been Draco and Pansy. Whenever he showed signs of fancying another girl, said girl would simply ask him, "Why? Are you and Pansy in a fight?" That annoyed the hell out of him. They were always a "we" or an "us", never a "me and you". He barely ever found himself walking alone if he could be walking with her. Sure he wasn't happy that most of his relatives had landed themselves full terms in Azkaban for what they did within the last few years, but it had also recently occurred to him just how much his purity had held him down. Not only to Pansy, but in other ways. It decided who he could date, who he could associate with, and where he could be seen.

On the other hand, Draco thought, Pansy was a huge part of his life. Crabbe and Goyle were his friends, minions really, but they never had anything intelligent to say. But Pansy, she was different. Draco talked to her hours on end about every little thing. She had been the one person he had confided in about Voldemort's plans for him, and the one person he had confided in the fear he felt about those plans. She was virtually the only one he could trust.

And after all of these realizations, a thought struck him like lightning when it's perfectly sunny. Why was he breaking up with her?

This thought snapped him back to reality like a rubber band someone had pulled as much as possible and let go of. Draco stared straight into Pansy's sparkling blue eyes, and he could see the hate and resentment swelling up in them. He was immediately flashing reasons for dumping her through his mind. "She's clingy, needy, not all that attractive, and I don't love her," he reassured himself to keep her look from paralyzing him.

"So?" she asked him impatiently, as he had sat there staring at her for what seemed like days, "What's it going to be? Are you staying with me or are you going to find some mudblood tramp?" Draco looked at his feet to avoid her glare. It was scary, her glare. He didn't want to leave, but those eyes of hers, usually filled with love for him and hate for everyone else, were now just filled with hate, and he couldn't stand it. He couldn't even stop the tears from falling down his face. He covered the tears up by a forcing a matching look of hate onto his face as he wiped his tears and looked up to Pansy to reply to her question.

"I have to go," he said softly, more to himself than to her. He didn't wait for her reply as he stood up and turned away, mostly because he didn't want to listen to anything she had to say that might convince him not to leave. Once he had gained enough distance, he looked back.

Draco could of sworn he saw a glint of love in Pansy's eyes before they filled with tears, and as those tears came crashing down her face.