Hello all!

Right, I guess before anything else I should explain why it's taken me so long to post this chapter (which by the way is one of Crystal's, I wasn't even the one to write it so I guess saying it was writers block wouldn't work).

You see for a while now my computer hasn't been login in onto things, no matter what I try. I couldn't even get into Hot mail and tell Crystal I wouldn't be able to post the next chapter. I still can't get into Hot mail, so Crystal if your reading this please understand why I haven't e-mailed you with the next chapter after this.

Also my original intentions were to post two chapters at a time, one of Crystal's and one of mine but this time Iam just posting one of Crystal's, although Iam sure it wont be long until I post my chapter I just have to find a way to send it to Crystal first.

Well I think I've gone on for far to long! So let me get the legal stuff out of the way and let you nice people read the fic and (hopefully) leave a review!

Disclaimer: Harry, Draco and all other Harry Potter related stuff belongs to a very lucky lady (and if you don't know who, well than do you even know who Harry Potter is?) Crystal and my self are just borrowing them, ok?

Warnings: Slash, slash, wonderful slash! But if you don't happen to think that about male/male relationships then why are you reading the third chapter of a slash fic? You have been repeatedly warned and I will continue to do so and you have no reason to flame us.

Chapter 3 -

Harry awoke slowly to the sound of a flute playing, the soft but beautiful song caressing his senses. The eight-year-olds eyes fluttered open; the first thing meeting his gaze was the moist ceiling of a cave. Normally, Harry would have been startled since he didn't know where he was. But the flute's song made him feel safe.

Pushing himself to sit up, Harry turned his head. Draco was sitting near the mouth of the cave, his back against the side wall. His eyes were closed gently as he played the flute, his fingers dancing on the instrument's holes.

Harry stared, transfixed at the elf boy. His silvery-blonde hair made him look like a child of the heavens, and his body seemed to radiate a warmth that Harry couldn't place, but one he could feel all the same.

Draco finished playing, and opened his eyes. He smiled at Harry as he lowered his instrument, before his gaze focused on the pouring rain outside the cave.

"I knew it was going to storm," he said.

"How?" asked Harry, truly curious. He'd heard about elves, but like unicorns, he'd never actually seen one.

"There's a distinct smell in the air," said Draco. "It smells like... moist grass and leaves. Besides, the dark clouds are a dead give-away." He looked once more at Harry; "didn't you notice?"

"No. I was looking for a unicorn."

"Unicorn? You'll never see one."

"Why not?"

"Humans are not allowed."

"Are you really an elf?"

"I am."

"What's your name?"

"Draco."

"I'm Harry," the raven-haired boy said, sliding closer to Draco. He felt cold, and clammy. Not to mention his head was pounding. Sitting at Draco's side, Harry leaned his head on the other boy's shoulder. He wasn't afraid, and felt safe with the elf.

Draco was surprised at the other boy's boldness, then smiled and brought the flute back to his lips. He played a soft, gentle tune as his new friend slept some more. Draco made a silent promise to always protect the other boy, and he intended to keep it forever. Outside, the rain continued to patter against the rocks, earth and trees, playing it's own melody.