Title: Bad Faith
Chapter: 10/?

Author name: badfaith
Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com

Author website: http://www.undisguised.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 are two boys who are in a sexual relationship together. If that's not your cup o' tea, I suggested you find some that is, or you'll miss your teatime. ^_^

A/N: This is my longest chapter yet. BlancheM. told me my chapters were too short, so I decided to buckle down and write a long one. Hope you enjoy. Some mild (er…kind of) slash in this chapter. Next chapter will be the slash you're looking for. Oh, and this chapter features tutu!Snape. (Couldn't resist.)

Thank You's to Reviewers: BlancheM. – Thanks so much for reviewing! *Huggles*

Thank You's to Others: I must thank Andie, because she gave me an idea for this chapter. ^_^ And Dan, who read my story because he was bored.

Chapter Ten

Whispers

Harry.

At first it was quite soft, a figment of imagination shattered easily, but then it became gradually more insistent.

Harry.

Come with me.

He saw a hand -- pale, slender fingers reach out to him admidst the dark. He wished he had a face to go with the phantom apparition.

Harry.

Look at me.

He looked up. He knew he shouldn't have. His eyes traveled the arm connecting to the hand, then to the shoulder, with soft white hair cascading on it. Then the face. He was beautiful. Everything single feature etched on him seemed to call feverishly to Harry, invading his senses. He longed to fall into the angel's arms, to feel comfort.

It was Malfoy.

Harry recoiled. Malfoy? Since when did he like Malfoy? His mind's feeble rational thoughts where pushed out when Malfoy spoke again.

Harry.

Come with me.

Be with me.

Harry bit his lip with all the concentration he could muster.

Please, Harry --

Harry stood, wavering on the point of defeat.

Love me.

He fell into Draco's arms, and it felt like it was meant to be all along. He felt safe from all the cares of the world.

Harry looked up into Draco's eyes, and saw them shining with tears. "I love you," Harry whispered. "I love you, D -- "

And he sat up, bathed in sweat. It was dripping from his long, black hair into his eyes, salty and stinging.

What in bloody hell was that about? Harry thought.

The curtain whipped open.

Ron's concerned face appeared.

"Harry, you okay mate?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Ron. Just a nightmare." Harry reassured his best friend.

"So it wasn't…?" Ron flapped his hands around to elaborate, and pointed at his head.

"No, Ron. It wasn't about Voldemort. It was about – It was about Malfoy."

Ron sighed. "Well, I know how terrifying that could be if Malfoy was in your dreams. Can you just imagine him and Snape in tutus dancing around Potions class?" Ron struggled to keep a straight face.

Harry burst out laughing. "Why, Ron! Wherever did that come from?"

"I did have a nightmare like that once!" Both boys were laughing hysterically.

"Quiet it down over there! Some people are trying to actually sleep, you know!" Seamus yelled.

Both boys stopped laughing, and Ron's look once more became serious.

"Get some sleep Harry. You'll be all right?"

"Yes, Ron. I'll be all right. And if the nightmare comes back, I'll just envision Snape in a tutu."

Ron giggled and nodded, heading off to his bed.

Harry wondered if Ron had noticed he hadn't mentioned seeing Dra-Malfoy in a tutu. Because Harry was sure if he had he would have sported an erection right then and there. And that would have been most embarrassing.

Because Draco Malfoy sure had some nice legs.

Harry wasn't sure if it was because of the dream he had had the previous night, or something else, but today he actually noticed Draco Malfoy. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. Dark circles underlined his drooping eyes, and his body looked ready to fall over any second. But still, Harry found him very attractive.

He thought that liking a boy might seem a little weird, but when he thought about he had always known. He didn't totally like boys, he still thought some girls were cute, and he supposed he could date some, but right now his eyes were only on one.

Talk about teenage hormones.

Plus, Potions Class proved his theory. Draco Malfoy did have nice legs.

When they got back to the Common Room after Supper, some of the Gryffindors sat in hushed bunches, avidly whispering.

Harry caught snatches and bits of conversation as he waded through to Seamus, Dean, and Neville.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked them.

"It's Hannah Abbot. She's dead." Dean spoke up, his face grave.

"What?!" Harry half whispered half yelled.

"Yeah. They found her body in one of the unused corridors. She'd been missing all day. I heard, well it's just a rumor, but I heard there was something wrong with the way she died. The Professors won't say anything about it, and there's been a school ban like Second Year. We have to stay in our Common Rooms after dark, and not go anywhere without a Prefect or a Professor with us."

"I reckon it 'twasn't the Wizardin' Way." Seamus piped up, a sort of musing look on his face.

"What?" Harry asked, and all of them looked expectantly at Seamus.

"Her death. See, if it 'twas the Wizardin' Way, all wands and spells and hexes and such, they would 'ave told us already how she died. We already know 'twasn't natural. So that only leaves one way. The Muggle way."

Blank faces stared back.

"Oh for heaven's sake." Hermione shook her head in disgust. "He means someone killed her naturally. With a knife or strangulation."

"Oh…" Neville said in understanding.

"Or someone killed her with Avada Kedavra." Harry softly said. They all looked at him. "That would explain why it was unnatural. Who here has the Power to cast it? Or to Cast that Charm on the wall?"

"Why, you do Harry." Neville said.

"Neville!" Hermione said patronizingly.

"No, no. I didn't mean Harry did it. I was just saying that if Harry had Power to do that, someone else must too. But who?"

No one spoke up, but a name slithered across Harry's thoughts.

Malfoy.

Harry lay in bed, thinking about that week's disturbances. He was also thinking about Malfoy.

Harry didn't know if Malfoy would have been strong enough to pull off Avada Kedavra. Sure, his ancestress was a Prophetess, but was that grounds to place the blame on Malfoy? Just because he might have the power to cast that spell on someone?

He tossed and turned for hours, unable to get to sleep.

Harry finally decided he was going to go for a walk, school rules be damned.

He swung out of bed, pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt and his boots. Then he picked up his Invisibility Cloak, and went out for a nighttime walk.

Draco had seen Potter staring at him all day. It quite disturbed him. At first he thought Potter must just be shooting scathing glares at him, and so Draco ignored him. But as the day progressed, Draco noticed that Potter wasn't exactly looking at the upper portion of his body.

Why, Potter. I didn't know you swung that way. Draco thought, highly amused. Potter making goo-goo eyes at him was better than anything this day might yet offer, and Draco reveled in the newfound information. It was certainly better dwelling on Potter than what had happened that morning.

Draco had woken up, stretching and yawning. He had plodded to his private bathroom. (Of course he had one.) And had nearly screamed at what he had seen in the mirror. He had nearly scrubbed it all off, but some rusty colored flakes were still underneath his manicured nails, and he was pretty sure his white hair had a reddish brown tinge to it. He tried to figure out when he had taken a blood bath, and why in bloody hell he had done it. For surely enough, he had been covered in dry blood.

He still wasn't sure if it was good or bad, even after he had heard of the "unnatural" death of that one Hufflepuff girl.

Draco thought on sending his Father a letter informing him on what had happened, but he was sure that somehow his Father already knew.

So all this thinking gave Draco Malfoy once again a restless night. Even though he couldn't remember the night before, he was sure that had also been equally as restless. Or more so.

On went the leather boots, black pants, black shirt, and long cloak.

Out went Draco Malfoy into the deepest recesses of Hogwarts for a nighttime stroll.

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