"Don't!" Harry screamed sometime later, dodging in front front of his door, blocking Draco from leaving.

Said Draco huffed, waving his hand as if it were a wand. "Get out of the way, Potter."

Harry winced. Draco had taken to calling him Harry ever since that strange "almost kiss", but now his words were laced with a venom that made Harry's heart sink. Still, he held his ground, shaking his head defiantly as his black locks flew back and forth. He crossed his arms. "No."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Get. Out. Of. The. Way."

"Where are you going?" Harry tried to buy himself time, no doubt in his mind that Draco would find a way to hex him, even without a wand. His sheer power of bratiness could overwhelm Harry.

"Chess," he said dismissively, taking a step forward.

Harry raised his wand. "Not today! Why don't you, er, stay here and, uhm, clean?"

Draco's eyebrow shot up, silvery irises squinting at him with indigence. "Clean? CLEAN? I am Draco Lucius Malfoy, I do not clean for silly half-bloods who think they can walk all over me just because he gave me a place to stay. I'd rather be out on the street! Besides, your the one who makes a mess of things, not me."

His hand flew to his chest in a faint gesture. Ever since Harry tried kissing him, Draco had been acting like his old self, that is, a complete pain in the arse. "Okay, okay fine, don't clean. But I can't let you leave."

Harry knew that if Draco were spotted out in the world, he'd be caught easily - he didn't exactly blend in very well, even with magical concealment. Draco took another step towards him. "What's going on? Why the glamours and all the secrets? No one will find me with this."

Draco gestured to his glamoured features. Harry could see through the magic, but to anyone else he had black curls and dark eyes. Harry made him look like the actual Tom Riddle.

Chewing the inside of his mouth, Harry shrugged, "What makes you think something is wrong?"

He knew it was only a matter of time before Mythas Lester realized that "Tom Riddle" was in fact Draco Malfoy. Then it would be Azkaban for the both of them. Harry shuddered at the thought, he couldn't lose Draco, not now that he finally found him, the real him. The Draco behind the mask of snobiness.

Draco knew something was up, but what that something was, he had no idea. Harry was acting way too Slytherin right now for a Gryffindor. He took a few more steps toward Harry, who flinched, back against the door, hand firmly locking it, as if Draco couldn't easily unlock it again.

"What are you hiding, Potter?" he asked menacingly.

Harry stood his ground, a look of pure defiance on his chiseled features. Draco should his head, looking towards the ceiling. "Stupid Gryffindors."

"Stupid Stubborn Slytherins!"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Nice use of alliteration, no let me pass you insufferable infuriating ignoramus!"

"Now who's using alliteration?" Harry said, leaning towards Draco.

It only took a moment for Harry to realize how to stop Draco from leaving. He took a step towards the thin man, only a few inches away. Silently, he cast a nonverbal locking charm at the door, looking directly into Draco's mercury eyes. "Hi."

Draco took a step back, only to have Harry come closer. "So Potter," Draco said, trying to hide his nerves, "this why you wanted me, trap me up in here, tie me down?"

Harry shrugged, "I was thinking more you tie me down, but there's time for that later."

With that, Harry smashed their lips together, grabbing Draco's collar. Draco unwillingly melted into the kiss, figuring as long as Harry thought...Whatever he thought about him...he'd have a place to stay. If he gave into Harry's freaky fascination with him, he could manage to have his way with him.

Harry tugged on his lower lip, demanding entrance as he shoved Draco against the door he'd been trying to get through for the past ten minutes. A part of Draco wanted to push Harry away and run through the door, but most of him wanted to stay right where he was. And he did, letting Harry's tongue slither into his mouth.

After spending what felt like hours crying alone over Harry, who somehow knew. Knew what he had never told anyone. That Draco Malfoy, sole heir to his family, was gay.

Draco shuddered at the thought, but began to kiss down Harry's jawline, sucking at his skin as he went down his neck, licking as Harry tugged his shirt - one of the Weasley sweaters.

Draco easily slipped the shirt off, a little too eagerly. He'd never been with anyone intimately, and as much as he hated to admit it, Potter was gorgeous.

Harry pulled away, breathless. Draco instantly kissed him again. Harry laughed against his lips.

Draco snapped. Something in his head went off and he immediately pulled back and groaned, out of his headspace. He realized what he had done and shoved Potter away, face in his hands. He collapsed onto the rickety couch and glared at Potter. "I hate you!" Draco cried as he grabbed the stupid Weasly sweater. "Not enough for you to hate me in school, you have to make a fool of me now too? Is this a joke to you, huh? Weasellete didn't want you so you decided to try and fuck your charity case? Well FUCK YOU POTTER! You don't get to do that!"

Potter opened his mouth to speak but Draco stopped him. "Shut up! Don't speak, you intolerable prick. Not everyone just loves you because you defeated the Dark Lord. It's old news! You can't stop me from doing chess and you can't stop me from doing anything I want. Good day to you."

With that Draco marched to the door and glared at the charmed lock. He felt his magic stir inside of him. He knew that in times of great emotion, magic could flare up. He turned on his heels to glare at Harry before pointing at the door. His magic began to stir and Draco closed his eyes in concentration.

BANG!

The door flew off its hinges, almost hitting Harry in the face. Draco sniffed, turning his nose up, about to walk away. He had every intention of never returning to that place, but Harry leaned into the air, grabbing Draco's arm. "Danger," was all he said and it was enough to keep Draco's mouth shut. For now.

Harry flung his Invisibility Cloak over Draco and grinned at the smoldering doorway, "Why hello!" he said to the person in the doorway, "sorry about the mess, my wand has a mind of its own sometimes."

Draco moved around to get a better look, mercury eyes widening at who he saw.

Auror Mythas Lester.

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Did I just say I was going to update every Tuesday and Friday? Yes. What did I do? Update like a million times in a  couple days. 

Oh well. 

Do you guys like Mythas Lester as a character? 

I usually like to stay as true as possible to reality in a fan fiction. I don't like when writers take too much liberty (making Harry have siblings for example, or making him a Neko or something) because I come to read about Harry Potter, not some other dude with the same name. That's just my opinion though, so I like to not introduce new characters that I made up, but I figured this is more of a different world anyways... 

So let me know what you think!