Disclaimer: Deep in the jungle, there is a magical monkey that farts every time someone is born, by the time that monkey stops farting, I will still not own Harry Potter.

Warning: Explicit Slash (yaoi), don't like, don't read. If you still decide to read this and flame me, I'm just gonna laugh.

A/N: The names aren't distinct because in my head, this is how both James and Lucius broke up, and how Harry and Draco broke up. Also the text is in Italics because this is a Flashback, Okay?

Chapter One: Prologue

"Malfoy! Malfoy?! Come back here!!" yelled Potter frantically.

Malfoy whirled around to face Potter, and snarled.

"Why, Potter?! Why?! So I can have you ridicule me in front of your idiotic friends and call me a Death Eater when you know damn well that I have no intention of joining that madman now or ever?!" he spat, hurt and anger mingling in his slate gray eyes.

He crossed his arms and glared at him.

Potter looked torn between defending his friends and pleading his case to his secret lover of three years.

"Malfoy..." he whispered, his love for the blond boy in front of him winning, "I love you...but I can't let my friends know...I mean, you know how they'd react...I couldn't bear to lose them..."

"So you'd rather lose me?!" cried the blond, emotion choking his voice and filling his eyes.

"NO!" yelled the brunette, then softer, "No, of course not..."

"Then what are you implying?" asked Malfoy coldly.

The black haired boy grew frustrated.

"I'm not implying ANYTHING!" he yelled.

"Oh really?" said Malfoy, his gray eyes narrowing.

"Yes! Really!" yelled Potter.

"Then tell me this," said Malfoy suddenly, "If you had to choose...if you absolutely had to choose...who would you choose: your friends, or me?"

Potter's eyes widened.

"That," he said, through gritted teeth, "Isn't fair!"

Malfoy only glared icily at the tanned boy.

"Tell me, Potter, tell me," he hissed, "'cause I want to know."

Potter's eyes narrowed, recognizing the challenge in the blond's voice, and his quick, rash Gryffindor temper flared.

"And what if you don't like the answer to that question?" he demanded.

Shock and hurt flashed in the blond boy's gray eyes before his face once again became a cool mask of deceptive indifference.

"Then, we're through," he snarled, "So, what's it gonna be? Me, or them?"

Potter took a step back, surprised at the blond's persistence.

"Potter..." said Malfoy, warningly, when the brunette didn't answer right away.

Potter looked down, defeated.

"I can't answer that, Malfoy," he said softy.

Malfoy glared at the Gryffindor cooly.

"Why?" he spat.

"Because," growled Potter, "If I say them, I lose you, and if I say you, I lose them, and I couldn't bear either."

"Sometimes life requires risks and sacrifices, Potter," said Malfoy coldly, "You should know that by now..."

"And what if I don't want to take the risk!? Huh?! What then Malfoy?! What then?!" yelled the black haired boy.

"Then," said the Slytherin softly, "Then maybe we shouldn't be together."

Potter's eyes widened.

"But—" started the brunette.

"Look," cut in the blond, "If you don't know what or who you want, then maybe we aren't meant to be!"

Malfoy smiled a bitter, sardonic smile and then said, "Maybe we were NEVER meant to be? This always WAS a fucked up relationship, no?"

"No, Malfoy, I—"

"Don't say it Potter," yelled the blond suddenly, losing his cool, "Don't you dare tell me you love me, because I don't believe it!"

Potter just looked at him in shock.

"Please, just listen—" he began, but Malfoy once again cut in.

"You know what? Don't bother!" he cried, tears suddenly filling his gray eyes, "I've always known, that deep inside, you don't really care..."

"Malfoy—"

"NO!" he yelled, "Just don't! You don't love me, and I don't love you! So why don't you just go back to your red-haired whore and fuck her like you always did."

Potter looked at him in shock and hurt, before his face hardened.

"You know what?" he hissed angrily, "Fine! I will! Just don't come crying back to me when you get your heart broken by that money grubbing Slytherin bitch!"

Malfoy drew in a sharp breath before he said, "Don't worry, I won't!"

Potter growled, and with one final look at the blond, turned on his heal and walked away, leaving a broken hearted Slytherin behind.

A/N: Well, guys, there's the prologue! I hope you enjoyed it and I should be updating soon!

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Regina Artemis DeLuna