A/N:

This is an edited chapter, since I chose to change the POV. I don't think I can continue the story with the one I had. and I want to continue this! So I went through, edited it up a bit, changed the POV, and i'm in the process of writing chapter two! There aren't a LOT of changes, very few. A few words added or taken out so it flows and makes sense, nothing major, so don't worry about rereading this if you don't want to. Just letting you all know c: Also please take a second to vote in my poll? Thanks~ C:

- Matty

Draco Malfoy had never really been prepared for things to end up how they did. He never thought it'd be anything like this. Not in a hundred years. Not one of the many possibilities he'd thought of had been this. He'd been taken off guard by it, by everything.

After having control over every tiny aspect of his life for so long, it was strange for him to be powerless, to not be in control. He had no idea what would be next, what to do next, what was happening from one minute to another. Everything that came at him was entirely new, and he'd never experienced anything like it.

He was scared of it. Scared and excited, and curious. He wanted him to teach him everything. He wanted him to show him things he could never find without him.

But it wasn't that easy. He felt stupid for assuming it would be.

How could anything like this be easy? How could there not be problems and complications? A Slytherin, this Slytherin, with a Gryffindor? One like him? No one would understand. How could it be that someone like him had fallen in love with that boy? Had fallen in love at all?

Draco knew what his reputation was, after all it'd been he who had formed it. He made sure everyone knew how he was coldhearted, selfish prick. And for the most part it was true, and it was who he was.

But he changed him, in subtle ways to everyone else, but they were large differences to the blonde. He felt things he'd never known before. The word love was never tossed around in the Malfoy home, it was never given, nor taken and felt. Kindness, friendship, the type of things everyone else seemed to thrive on was nothing more than curse words in his world.

They were two people in two different worlds, so incredibly different and seemingly unsuited for one another.

Even he didn't understand it. So how could anyone else? They wouldn't.

The Slytherin didn't want to lose his perfect Gryffindor. The persecution, the glares and judgemental looks.. he would never be able to handle it. He'd would cave. He'd do something wrong, make a mistake, and it would be all over.

So Draco Malfoy decided to make Seamus Finnigan his secret.

They kissed when they were alone. He let him hold his fingers and press up against his slender body. He ran his fingers through his singed hair and lost his breath to his lips on his neck in the corners of the halls, in empty classrooms, even in a bathroom stall or two.

They spent late nights trying to stay quiet as they panted and sweat beneath the sheets of their beds. Draco felt like he always needed him kissing him to keep from shouting at the top of his lungs when the brunette fucked him the way he did. He always saw his eyes light up whenever he'd lose himself in ecstasy with him.

The blonde knew he hated how they both had to stifle ourselves at school. He knew he wanted to walk to their classes, hold his hand, be able to joke and tease with him whenever either of them messed up. Seamus wanted what the other students, the normal ones, had. He wanted to snog in the hallway and get embarassed when his friends teased him about it. And Gods, Malfoy wanted that too, more then anything. He wanted to stop hiding, as if they were ashamed, but they couldn't do that. Not there, not in school with everyone else.

During holidays the pair stole away to somewhere quieter, with more privacy, where they could make all the noise they wanted, and that was when the Gryffindor was happiest. He loved the way the Slytherin could freely cry and moan, and Draco loved the way he could lose his control, grunt and pull his hair and whisper disgusting things into his ear.

He never called him Malfoy, not when they were alone together. Not once. And the way he whispered Draco, it made his spine shudder and electricity run through his veins.

It worked for a long time. Almost an entire school year had slipped by and the two were still in the clear.

Malfoy had thought it could stay that way.

The final weeks of school had arrived. Exams were nearly finished, and everyone was packing up, preparing to go home. Celebrations and parties for the last day or two were being planned, and already talk of plans for the Summer had begun.

The blonde knew it would only be a little longer, and then there would be nothing but perfect days ahead. He and Seamus had planned already to spend most of the Summer holidays together, travelling. Draco had been looking forward to it, to getting away from all the suspcious peers, from the questions and the looks, and from all the close calls they'd had recently. Everything would be incredible. He couldn't wait, and it had seemed like his boyfriend couldn't either.

But something was strange about him that day when he met up with the younger boy. If he had paid attention in Dvivination earlier that week maybe he'd have been able to predict what was going to happen, but Malfoy never paid attention in classes, not many. They were too boring. That was his excuse to everyone else. In reality he was always just too busy staring him down to care much for what the oaf teaching had to say.

When he strode into the empty classroom and up to the desk he was sitting on, he didn't notice the look on his face, not at first. Draco kissed him and tugged on his little Gryffindor tie to pull him closer. When he didn't really kiss back, he'd let him loose and that's when he noticed his expression, and his eyes, the way he avoided looking into his. It made his heart stop.

He pressed him for what was wrong, and at first he denied it being anything, or he avoided and didn't answer his questioning.

Finally though, as he always did, he gave in.

"I'm tired of this, Draco."

He felt his lungs suck in the breath he was taking much too fast, and coughed hard, choking over it, and stared at him, terrified, frozen by fear, not sure what to say. Scared to say anything at all.

"Tired of what..?"

'Please, don't say me. Don't say us.. fuck.'

"Tired of being a secret. Tired of hiding.. tired of acting like this is all wrong." Seamus took in a deep breath and squeezed Draco's fingers, like he always did when he was nervous. "I hate it!" He was looking away from him and at the floor, walls, everything but the Slytherin. "I thought I could handle it, but I just can't.. not anymore. I see everyone else so free and happy.. I want that with you, I want that with us. I'm tired of us walking ten miles apart, i'm tired of sneaking around our friends just to talk.. you act like we're the perfect couple when we're alone, but in public you treat me like we're enemies.. and i'm sick of going to your home for the holidays and being introduced as a classmate!" Draco wanted to tell him to lower his voice, but he held his tongue. It wouldn't help the situation any. He just let him continue. "Why can't you tell anyone? You aren't some kid anymore, so what if some people don't like it, huh? Does public love really matter that much to you? Does it mean more to you then I do? Why won't you at least tell your friends? Tell someone!"

Draco didn't know what to say, he stared at him, mouth ajar, and struggled to form an intelligent response.

"It doesn't matter! Not more then you, never more then you.. I just.. I don't.. I don't want to deal with everyone if they don't like it, because they can't understand.. I would rather not have to have them on my case or something.." He paused, frowning and furrowing his thin blonde brows at him. "And i'm not the only one who should be speaking!" He argued, defensive of himself and his actions and thought process. "I haven't seen you open your mouth and tell any of your friends either! And when we were at your home, you never said to your mother; 'oh this is my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy mum, he's staying for a couple days.', you didn't say anything!"

"I thought you would deny it, or run out of there if I said it!" He got off the desk then and threw his hands up in the air. "Fine! I'll tell them right now! I'll tell every one of my friends! Is that what you want?"

"I-" Draco didn't answer. He couldn't. He didn't even know how.

His shoulders slumped and he heard him sigh as he climbed from the desk and moved away from the pale teen. He drew his arms around himself, back to Malfoy, and spoke again. "Tell them, Draco. I'm not ashamed of us. I don't want to be your secret anymore, and I don't want you to be mine. If you don't, I can't do this anymore."

Draco looked up at the back of his robes and let his eyes move to his short locks of hair, and desperately he wanted to run his fingers through it and hold him and kiss him and do merlon knew what to him.

It happened almost too quickly for his brain to register.

He started walking to the door, rejected and defeated, and as he moved Draco saw his entire world going with him. It felt like parts of him were breaking off every step closer to the door he got. But it wasn't until his hand hit the knob that his brain finally seemed to get the words to his tongue and out his lips.

"Seamus wait!"

When he turned and Malfoy saw his eyes, the hopeful light in them pleading him, he didn't even think.

"I'll tell them. I'll tell everyone. Right now."