**Coming Together**

Chapter six: Of kisses and Veela hairs

A/N: Oh wow it has been a long time once again! I'm sorry! I couldn't help it I've been extra busy lately what with school and such. I had really bad writers block too! I couldn't figure out a way to keep the story going...so I listened to music which gives me inspiration for a story. And thank god it worked! So now I have ideas for chapters seven and eight in my head and hopefully you guys will enjoy them. Chapter seven is under construction but should be out soon. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter and please REVIEW! REVIEW! REVEIWS MAKE MY DAY!! So PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! Hopefully I can get at least 10 reviews I hope, more! So I can have a whole bunch of cool reviews! Well...if you like this chapter at least. So without further ado here is chapter six...

~I recognize the way you make feel~

~It's hard to think that you might not be real~

~I sense it now the water's getting deep~

~I try to wash the pain away from me~

~Away from me~

~'Everywhere' By Michelle Branch

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Hermione sat in the middle of the dungeon which she was imprisoned in. She was completely miserable. Other than being locked in a dungeon, (where she kept half expecting Voldemort to barge in and kill her.) her head was throbbing, the open gashes on her wrists from struggling in the metal shackles were swollen and she was quite sure they were becoming infected, her body was drenched in cold sweat, and worst of all Hermione was beginning to think she may have feelings other than hate for Draco Malfoy. Hermione cradled her head in her hands and leaned back against the cold stone wall. Draco...a few nights ago, how many she didn't know any more, she had actually kissed him...Hermione shuddered. Why had she done that? The same boy that had called her mudblood in her second year, the same boy who she had slapped in her third year, the same boy who she made fun of for being transfigured into a ferret in the fourth year. God, she had made a huge mistake.

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"Has Potter come for the girl yet, Lucius?"

"No," he replied, speaking to a face the lingered in the flames of his fireplace. "He hasn't. We are expecting him though."

"It better not take to much longer, Lucius." said the voice. "Master will not be pleased."

"Oh but he will, he will come." Lucius pressed. "Be sure to tell Lord Voldemort that."

"I will." a sharp knock on the door of Lucius' office interrupted the conversation.

"You must go, I will contact you later with further details." The face in the fire nodded and disappeared. Lucius turned from the fire and pretended to busy himself with papers on his desk. "Come in." He said calmly, looking up at the visitor. "Ah, Draco. Sit, please." Lucius motioned to the maroon colored leather chair in front of his desk. Draco nodded and walked into the office, sitting down in front of his father. "Have you written to Potter yet? About coming to 'help' you and the mudblood?"

"No, father, I haven't." Draco replied.

"Well, get to it. The Dark Lord certainly doesn't want to wait longer than necessary, is that clear?" Lucius asked his son sternly.

"Yes, it is."

"Good. You're dismissed." Lucius looked back down at his work. Draco blinked, he hated when his father spoke to him like one of those muggle army generals. He stayed in his place.

"Father, what does Lord Voldemort plan to do with Potter?" Lucius looked back up at his son, a trace of annoyabce in his eyes.

"Kill him of course." Draco flinched, although he expected that would be the answer. "Finish what he started years ago. To get rid of Potter once and for all." Lucius once again started on his paperwork, but Draco stayed put.

"And the mudblood?" His father looked up at him, the annoyance showing in his eyes much more clearly.

"I don't know, Draco. Whatever he pleases." Lucius paused. "Why?"

"General interest." Draco lied.

"Fine. Now leave please Draco, I'm busy." Draco obeyed this time and left the office. Draco sauntered down a few flights of stairs to the kitchens. A few house elves were busy running around the large kitchen preparing lunch.

"Hey! One of you things, I need some help here!" Draco practically shouted to the house elves running around him. One house elf which wore a dirty pink apron and had large watery blue eyes, approached him.

"Yes, sir? How may I help you, sir?" The house elf squeaked.

"Yeah, could you make me a sandwhich of any kind and a jug of pumpkin juice? Put it on a platter too, so I can carry it." The house elf nodded eagerly and ran down to the other end of the kitchen where she quickly began making a sandwhich. In a moments time she rushed back to Draco and held out a silver platter with a small jug of pumpkin juice and a turkey sandwhich.

"Here you are, sir. Will that be all?" the house elf asked, her voice so high pitched it hurt his ears. Draco accepted the platter.

"Yeah, Yeah that's all." He turned around and walked out the kitchen, carefully avoiding guards who may wonder where he was taking the platter of food. When Draco reached his destination the man who was supposed to be guarding the door to the dungeon cells, sat slumped over in his chair snoring. Draco rolled his eyes and walked past the guard down to Hermione's cell. " 'Alohamora'." he muttered and he heard the lock click, he pushed open the door and spotted Hermione leaning against the far wall. Draco walked toward her slowly, and kneeled down next to her holding out the platter. "Hungry?" he asked. Hermione looked up at him and took the platter.

"Thanks." She mumbled. Hermione began to eat her sandwich silently and looked up at Draco one more time. "You don't have to stay you know."

"I know." he replied simply. Hermione looked back down, sipping at the pumpkin juice. "How're you doing?"

"I'm locked in a dungeon, my two best friends are off who know's where, my head is killing me, I have a feeling my wrists are infected, and I can't sleep because I'm pretty sure if I do, Voldemort will walk in and kill me." She paused for a moment. "I'm just fine." she added sarcastically.

"Well that's great." Draco said feigning cheerfulness and a cheeky grin. Hermione rolled her eyes. "You can sleep you know. Voldemort won't kill you until Potter comes.

"Oh that helps so much." she said sardonically.

"What no 'Malfoy, you're a saint' or 'Thanks for releasing me out of the shackles the other day'?" Draco asked.

"You kissed me." The words flowed out of Hermione's mouth before she could stop them.

"And that has so much to do with being locked up in a dungeon...?" he asked.

"It was a mistake." Hermione said.

"Oh yeah big mistake, Granger. Are you trying to tell me you fell forward and to keep your balance your lips locked onto mine?" Draco said smirking a bit.

"You kissed me."

"How could you tell? I mean, you were pretty busy kissing me back."

"I was not." Hermione argued.

"Why are we talking about this in the middle of a dungeon, while at the same time Voldemort is off planning you and your friends' deaths? God, this is turning into one of those cheesy muggle movies where the people start talking about their love lives and snogging while they're waiting for some monster to kill them." Draco said, exasperated.

"There is no love life to be spoken about and we were not snogging." Hermione said, annoyed.

"Fine." Draco agreed.

"And can we forget the whole kiss thing?" She asked.

"You were the one who brought the kiss thing up."

"Do you argue with me just to annoy me?"

"Yeah." Hermione let out an exasperated sigh.

"Can we forget about the kiss?" She asked again.

"What kiss?" Draco played along.

"Good." There was a silence for a few more minutes while Hermione ate her sandwich and gratefully drank her pumpkin juice. She was the one to break the silence as she handed the platter back to Draco. "Thanks for the food again." she said reluctantly, a stiff edge to her voice.

"Welcome." Draco replied with the same edge. Draco got up, taking the platter with him and walked out. That was the end of their conversation.

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Harry rolled his eyes as Ron sat and goggled at Fluer Delacour as she spoke, as usual, about herself.

"So, Fluer." Harry interrupted her, and she looked over at him, slightly annoyed. "Where is your grandmother? We need to get that hair from her." Fluer leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and pouted.

"You are quite ze impatient one." she said to him. Harry gave her a 'so?' look and Fluer sighed and went on. "Fine, I will take you to her." Fluer got up and motioned for them to follow. The three of them went up a few flights of stairs until the reached a long corridor which Fluer led them down. At the end of the hall Fluer opened a door to a gigantic lavender colored room, which was decorated royally. In the middle of the large four poster bed in the middle of the room, amongst cream colored satin sheets, was an elderly woman with light blue eyes and wrinkling skin. Her once platinum blonde hair was now gray almost all over and was thinned in areas.

"Fluer, my dear who are ze vizitairs?" her grandmother asked kindly.

"Grandmuzzer, zis is 'Arry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Zey were hoping you might be gracious enough to let zem pluck one of you hairs for a potion." Fluer said in a gentle voice to her grandmother.

"Oh, of course. Get on with it zen." Harry approached the elderly veela cautiously, tweezers in hand. Carefully he plucked one hair from her head and placed it in a small plastic bag, thanking her as he did so.

As they left the mansion Harry spoke up again. "Ron, this just isn't right."

"What isn't?" Ron asked curiously.

"Us and no Hermione. Shouldn't we be off trying to find her? I mean, since when do we actually trust Malfoy enough to let him find her? He's probably off becoming a death eater somewhere." Harry told Ron.

"But what about the potion?"

"Forget the potion, if Malfoy isn't helping her, Hermione's life could be depending on us."

"How do you expect us to find them?" Ron asked.

"Well... if Malfoy is really trying to help, he won't mind telling us where he is." said Harry, making it up as he went along.

"What if you-know-who is there?"

"I've escaped Voldemort before, I can do it again." Harry said.

"Oh good plan, Harry. Good plan." Ron said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he began to mount his broom.

"Wait! I'm going to use Fluer's owl, I'll be right back." Harry said, running back up toward the mansion.

"I can't believe you actually think that's going to work!" Ron shouted after him. "This is getting so sad."

A/N: Okay guys that was chapter six! I'm sorry it took so long but I just didn't have any time. Chapter seven is in the works RIGHT NOW and I will have it out by Friday or Saturday at the latest. I'm on Thanksgiving break right now so that's why I have time to do this. After chapter seven I can't really say when chapter eight will be out but HOPEFULLY by the first of December! I hope you liked that chapter...it was kinda short and I usually say the next chapter will be longer but I can't make any promises on that. Thanks for all of the great reviews! You guys rock! If you guys have any suggestions on upcoming chapters let me know! So with all of that said REVIEW, REVIEW and REVIEW!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!! REVIEW!! DO YOU GET IT??? REVIEW!!!!!!!!

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