Title: Bad Faith
Author name: badfaith

Chapter: 5/?
Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com

Author website: http://www.undisgusied.net and http://nightfall.undisguised.net
Category: Angst
Sub Category: Drama
Rating: R
Summary: Draco Malfoy learned a few things he didn't want to know, and as a result he is plunged into a war. Will Harry Potter be able to save him before it's too late? Or will Harry learn things that might condemn Draco to death?
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The plot and title are mine, though!

Warning: This story contains slash, which is a boy-boy relationship. If that's not your cup o' tea, I suggested you find some that is, or you'll miss your teatime.

Chapter Five

Denial On A Train

One Month Later
Hogwarts Train

Draco saw the black hair first. Then his eyes swept in the smooth white skin, sensuous lips, and beautiful long ebony eyelashes fluttering against perfect skin. The black hair was scattered messily everywhere, but it just added to Draco's growing desire for the sleeping figure curled up innocently on the train seat. Behind him, a voice broke his train of thought.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" A baritone voice hatefully called out. Draco then realized, too late, that the figure he had been staring at was none other than Harry Potter. Had he been looking at Potter with lust? Draco shook the absurd thought away as he turned around quickly to face his interrogator. Ron Weasley stood in front of him with Hermione Granger beside him. Hermione had a terrified look on her face. Over the past two years, ever since Cedric had been killed by You-Know-Who, Draco had grown crueler, colder, and downright unfeeling.

"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Literally. If it isn't poor Weasel and his ugly Mudblood girlfriend." Draco sneered at the couple standing before him. Ron's face turned red.

"You git!" Hermione grabbed Ron's cloak and held him back. "Let me at him, Hermione!"

"Ron, stop it! He's not worth it." Hermione shouted at Ron.

"Yes, Weasel. Listen to the Mudblood. She's smarter than you, after all." Draco snarled.

"You know, Malfoy, with all the free time you have, seeing as you have no friends, you could have come up with something more unique for your insults" A smooth, low voice wryly said from behind Draco. Draco whipped swiftly around in a flurry of robes and faced the speaker, both hands on either side of the doorway into the train compartment, bracing himself for a verbal fight, like it always was with Potter. Nothing as intimate as touching -- fists or hands. What he saw made him falter. Harry was sitting there with an amused smile on his face-- his eyes were still filmed from recently waking up. His face was flushed, he was leaning back, and his legs were spread far apart. Draco's knees went weak, and he had to hold onto the door to keep from falling, and breaking pretense. A wave of hot desire and want flushed through him.

Composing himself, Draco cleared his thoughts, and pulled together his suddenly cold figure. Draco smirked, "The great Potter finally stands up for his dirt poor and Mudblood friends. Decided to show how strong you are, Potter? Or are you afraid of the truth?" he finished, clearly pleased with himself.

"Go use your insults on someone else, Malfoy. They're getting repetitive." Harry spat back, a look of boredom on his face. Draco was stunned. When had Potter gotten the guts to stand up to him, Draco Malfoy? And how come no one had informed him Potter had grown into a man?

It must have been over the break, because last year, Potter had just stared at him like he had ever since Cedric Diggory's murder a blank black stare. Now, Potter had grown. In more ways than one, Draco mused.

What Draco's eyes had seen before, his mind hadn't fully registered. Because, the Harry Potter sitting on the trains seat in front of him wasn't a boy any longer. A man was sitting there, and with blatant sexuality oozing out of every pour and fiber of his being. At that moment Draco knew what to do next. A true smile lit up Draco's face. Climbing all the way up to his eyes, lighting them with a welcoming twinkle of merriment.

"I see you've finally found yourself, Harry. Good luck, you'll need it." Draco said sincerely, reaching out his hand, and taking Harry's in it. A quick shake of an enemy turned something else's hand, a swish of robes and three startled faces were all that Draco left behind on that meeting on the Hogwarts train.

Draco, having left the Trio to exchange rumors about his wild, erratic behavior contemplated the new addiction that was silently growing, and the orders his Master had given him: befriend Harry Potter. Draco thought that where he had started was better than anything else that would have come along. The only thing that bothered him was a tingling something was dreadfully wrong on the Hogwarts Train at that moment.