Blink. Eh. What was that annoying clicking sound? Blink. My vision's fuzzy. Blink. Groan. My neck hurts. What am I lying on? It's so soft. Some sort of fur? Funny. Why am I not in my bed at Hogwarts? Hmm. The last thing I remember was…

Potter.

Draco sat right up in bed and winced as his head gave a painful thud. His neck stung, and he reached up to it. His fingers brushed over a bandage. His fingertips found the edge and pulled slightly.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A smooth voice that sounded like a running river made Draco jump. He spun and stared at the doorway. Leaning against the doorframe, was Potter.

Potter's hair was even longer than it had been the day before. His face was a creamy pale colour, and his eyes gleamed the most amazing greenish grey. He had no glasses, and one pointy canine stuck over his pale pink lips. His pointy ears were up, still rotating slowly.

He had no shirt on, and everything about him was muscle. He had his muscular arms crossed over his chest. His six-pack poked through his thin skin. He had a trail of black hair below his outie belly button that traveled down and disappeared beneath a pair of worn black jeans. Draco gulped as his eyes moved down, taking all of Potter in.

He had strong legs, which were clearly visible beneath his pants. He wore leather boots and had a single red and green ribbon bracelet around one wrist.

The Elf smirked.

"Like what you see?" Draco's eyes flew back up to meet green.

"No." He said as strongly as he could before turning around and burying his head in the soft pillows.

"Such manners. And after I let you sleep in my bed." Draco had never sprung out of a bed so fast. He shot over to a wall. Potter pouted. Draco, even though he didn't want to, had to admit that he looked adorable while doing it.

"Am I really that revolting?" Potter frowned, though he had amusement dancing in his eyes. Draco looked at the floor. He realized that he was wearing a green sweater and denim jeans. He had bare feet. They were cold. In fact his entire being was cold. His teeth chattered.

"How are y-you n-not cold p-potter?" Draco breathed, and a tiny cloud formed in front of his nose.

"I have special warming abilities. We prefer not to wear shirts."

"Can't you g-give some w-w-warming abilities t-to me?" But Potter only chuckled.

"Nope. Well I could. But I'm not having you walking around shirtless. That's for me only to see."

"What if I don't w-want people to see you're b-body then?" Draco asked, not even realizing what just came out of his mouth. As soon as it hit him, he blushed deep scarlet, something a Malfoy nearly never did.

Harry laughed out loud.

"Oh? Already warming up to me?"

"You wish." Malfoy averted his eyes to a bow hanging on the wall. Harry followed his gaze.

"That's my hunting bow. I'm out of arrows though." A frown marred his features. "I need to make some more today."

"M-make some m-more?"

"Yeah. Well, others offer doing it for me, but I enjoy it."

"Others o-offer to do work for you?"

"Yes. Come on Mate. You don't honestly think that every Elf has a room like this. This is only for the chief." Draco blinked.

"You're a-a c-chief?" Harry nodded, looking smug.

"Indeed I am, and stop that teeth chattering. It's getting on my nerves."

"W-well S-SORRY." Draco spat, his teeth clanking. Harry groaned and moved over to the shivering blonde, placing a hand on his shoulder. Draco tensed.

"Chill. I'm not hurting you." Warmth spread through him. Not warm enough to want to take the sweater off but just right. Draco breathed out happily.

"Why is it so cold anyways?"

"Well we are in the mountains. It only makes sense."

"Oh."

"Come on. Shoes are there. We need to go to the fire pits, and I bet your hungry." Right on cue, Draco's stomach gurgled. He hadn't even realized how hungry he was.

XXX

Draco sat across from the chief Elf on a wooden log. A fire roared between them and Harry was busy banging a shard of silver against a strangely shaped rock before dunking it into cold water and tied it onto a wooden pole. Snow fell around them, and a wooden roof kept the wetness from them.

Harry grabbed a handful of feathers from a sack and fastened them onto the back.

"These are Veela feathers." Harry said to no one in particular. "They actually donate them to us when they die." Draco looked up from his piece of stag meat.

Harry said no more. So Draco started eating again. It was surprisingly good.

A couple of female Elfs had tried flirting with Draco on their way here, but Harry had given off such a growl that they scattered. He hadn't let go of the blondes arm for about half an hour after that.

Just as Draco was swallowing his last mouth full, Harry put the last bow into his sheath. He walked over to Draco and wrapped his arms around him, burying his nose in his throat.

"Um… Potter?"

"That's not my name." A voice rasped. "Say my name."

"Um… Harry?"

"That's it darling." A kiss was placed where his throat connected with his shoulder. Draco shivered, before moving away. The Elf let him.

"Sir?" A male voice asked. Draco looked around Harry's shoulder and saw another Elf who had brown hair running past his shoulders. He had bright yellow eyes and looked very intimidating. Draco slunk back and hid behind Harry's chest.

"Jet." Harry said without turning around. "What is it?"

"The dark lord requests your presence." Draco's eyes widened. He looked up into emerald eyes, which were studying him carefully.

"Very well. For the de marking?"

"That's what he said sir." Harry nodded, still keeping eye contact with his mate.

"Bring me two travel cloaks."

"Straight away sir."

XXX

Draco didn't understand why they had to fly there.

"Why cant we just apparate?"

"We cant, because these mountains are protected against it. Elfs don't really like wizards." Draco blinked.

"But I'm a wizards." Harry shook his head.

"Yes. But you're an Elfs mate. That's okay."

"Oh." This time, Draco was prepared. He climbed slowly onto the black Pegasus back.

"Why are you moving so slowly? Are you still sore?" Draco winced, memories of yesterday coming back to him.

"No." He whispered. He glanced at the Chief, who had his perfect brows raised. "I just… Don't want to see my parents. And… I don't like the Dark Lord. I'm still… A death eater."

Harry flung his leg up behind him and took hold of the reins. He squeezed his mate softly with his elbows.

"No your not. Why do you think we are going? He's removing your mark." Draco's eyes widened and he spun his head around. Harry started the horse in a walk.

"Really?" Harry nodded, and the horse started trotting. Draco managed to turn around slightly and wrapped one arm around the startled Elf.

"Thank you." He whispered before turning around and relaxing against the broad chest.

XXX

"You are ready Draco?" Voldemort asked, raising his yew wand. He felt Harry shift besides him. "This is going to hurt him." He told the restless Elf. "Do you want me to? Tie you down?" Harry looked at him.

"Promise he wont get hurt to bad?" Voldemort nodded. He waved his wand and Harry was tied down into Voldemort's own throne. Harry started sweating. There were Death Eaters all around him, and Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were still in shock from the news of their son being mated to an Elf.

"How could you Draco?" Bellatrix hissed. "Mated to this scum and now having your mark removed? You are a disgrace." Draco looked down. Harry snarled and Bellatrix looked up in alarm. Voldemort sent her a warning glare.

"Hold out your arm." Draco obeyed, and Voldemort pressed his wand into the boy's forearm. Draco screamed. Harry struggled. He wasn't like a Veela, but he hated his darling's screams.

The black mark was pulled slowly from Draco's arm and up the yew wand. Voldemort was concentrating hard. Sweat dripped down Harry's handsome face as he watched. Draco was nearly sobbing now, and Harry gave a warning growl. Voldemort was nearly done, and finally the last of the black disappeared up the wand. Draco collapsed.

Voldemort released Harry from his bonds and the raven nearly flew forwards, scooping his now unconscious mate into his arms and rocking him gently. He studied Draco's now blank fore arms and rested his forehead against the blonde's.

"Harry?" Voldemort said quietly. Harry didn't look up.

"Make them go." The Elf whispered, and Voldemort dismissed his death eaters. The Malfoy's were hesitant but after a couple of fired curses they bolted.

Voldemort took Harry to a sitting room. Draco was lying across Harry's lap with his head on Harry's chest. Voldemort sat down opposite him.

"Congratulations." He said, and Harry looked up at him. "So. The book?"

"You'll get it. The elders are currently working on it." Harry said, stroking the blonde hair.

"When? I grow impatient Harry. I need it to get to Dumbledore."

"I know. Soon you will have it."

"And the immortality potion?"

"I need one more ingredient. I know not what."

"You know the deal. You get me the spell and book, and I clear your name and no one will ever bother you again. You'll disappear with your tribe and mate."

The Elf nodded.

"I know. I plan to leave as soon as Draco gets used to things. A week at the least."

"I'm not a patient man Harry."

"I know. You get the book and potion, and my tribe and I get my freedom."

Voldemort nodded. Harry sighed and looked down at Draco.

For Draco.

A/N: So here it is! Hmm. I wonder what will happen. So Harry has agreed to help Voldemort with this potion and book in return for his freedom. I have a lot of ideas so I cant wait to get started.

Please, please, PLEASE review. It would mean a lot and help me get encouraged.

Ill update real soon!

Okay, until next time! Bye di Bye!