Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing related to Harry Potter or Inu Yasha, not the character, the book/ anime's storyline, nada. My claim to fame is this story's plot line and idea.
Author's Note: This is my first fic within this fandom, so let me know with constructive criticism or comments.
"Little lost lamb" she thought, with a wry smile at the odd term. With long black hair and bright blue eyes that were constantly changing shades, she was certainly no lamb. Trundling along with her trunk at Kings' Cross, she wondered at the odd quirks of wizards and their fractional platforms. "Platform nine and three quarters, ada's pointy ears!" she muttered as she headed towards the brick wall, "and the Ministry still complains about the threat to security."
Once inside, she stood listening to the noises of the other students and their families, around the turmoil of boarding. She sighed slightly; already homesick for the peaceful quiet that she was accustomed to. Squaring her shoulders, she boarded the section for fifth years a bit nervous. Her father had insisted she transfer over to Hogwarts to assist in the coming conflict, and to find her mate. "Easier said than done," she scoffed internally, "considering the swarms of testosterone-filled males." Moving through the corridor, she passed by a boy with a slightly strained smile listening to a bushy haired girl natter on about homework. She gave him a small smile and a wink as she walked into an empty cabin. Moments later the two entered the cabin. At that point, the yet unnamed girl had her feet propped up and was reading intently. When the two came in she glanced up, waiting just long enough to make them squirm slightly and then, raising her eyebrow, began speaking. "Hello" she stated blankly. The bushy haired girl started and began chattering with a slightly snotty tone, "My name is Hermione Granger, and this is Neville Longbottom. Are you a transfer student?"
"It's nice to meet you Neville, Hermione" she said pointedly, causing Neville to blush a little, "and no I'm a random stranger who decided to get on a train whose only destination is Hogwarts for a joke," she stated sarcastically.
"Uhh… well then" Hermione tittered nervously, "what is your name?"
"My name is Kagome Alatariel, but you may call me Kagome, I have found that most mortals find it hard to pronounce." And with that statement she proceeded to ignore them, or at least tried to.
Hermione in a curious, but condescending, tone interrupted, "Mortal?"
Realizing that she would have no peace, Kagome put down her book. "Yes. I am of the -." But before she could continue, the cabin door was slammed open.
"Well Granger, I see they have continued to pity the poor Muggleborns by allowing them into the school." A pale boy with shoulder-length ash blonde hair and silver eyes stepped through the door and swept the cabin with his gaze. When his gaze landed on the blue-eyed girl, his eyes widened, and he seemed lost for words. For a few seconds there was silence. Then his demeanor changed completely. His eyes lost their steel and his posture softened. Sweeping a small bow with a completely straight face, he asked, " May I inquire for the fair lady's name?"
"Only if I may request the inquirer's?" she replied in the archaic form of court language.
Smiling slightly, he took her hand and brushed it softly with his lips, starting at the small spark of power. "I am Draco Malfoy, scion of the Malfoys of the veela nobility."
"Lord Malfoy," she acknowledged, " I am Kagome Alatariel, daughter of Alanasar, prince of the High Elven." Winking mockingly, she suddenly dropped court form, slumping onto the chair. "Now if you don't mind? I am trying to finish this book."
Laughing, Draco dropped into the chair next to herm "And what are reading, Kagome?"
The two proceeded to chatter about books, never noticing the sparks that increased in brightness every time they touched; nor did they notice the bitter looks Hermione directed towards them as Neville joined the conversation on the topic of herbology.
As Hermione left for the prefects' meeting she was thinking quickly, " A member of the royal family of elves would be very beneficial to my support. I've already got the boy-who-lived, but the Muggleborn can never have too much backing in wizard society." Hermione was intelligent, but she was also manipulative, and willing to use others to get her way. "Now all I've got to do is get her away from Malfoy. A quick dose of Mudblood name-calling should do."
Wandering off, she did not notice the dark-haired boy glaring out at her from one of the cabins, his green eyes gleaming from the shadows. "So, you've 'already got the boy-who-lived' have you?" he murmured silently. "We'll see about that."
When the girls went to change into school robes before arriving, Draco stepped out to the cabin with his housemates. Seating himself next to a dark haired Italian boy, he looked up with some alarm at the glazed looks in some of their eyes.
"Draco, you're doing it again," the boy murmured dizzily
."I'm sorry Blaise. I'm just a bit… excited," he said, sounding surprised with himself.
"Not for the school year I take it" Blaise said slyly, "perhaps something to do with yon blue-eyed beauty?"
Growling, Draco grabbed hold of the other boy's shirt and jerked him up in the air. And then stopped, eyes wide open in shock. "I am sorry Blaise, I don't know what came over me."
"Must be a veela thing," Blaise muttered cheerfully as he brushed of non-existent dust. "You do remember I don't swing that way, don't you?"
"Swing what way?" a musically feminine voice asked from the door.
"Dios mio! I just might change my mind" Blaise said as he looked over at the figure clad in slim jeans and a white shirt that just barely hinted at stomach. All framed in a dark blue-black robe that accented Kagome's eyes.
" Ellos son sólo ropa Blaise" she responded with a small chuckle.
"No son las ropas las que son bellas, sino la mujer que las viste."
Blushing, she introduced herself. As the train came to a stop she exited with the group and entered the carriage with them, pausing to gaze sadly at the thestrals. As the castle appeared she leaned over and brushed Draco' ear, whispering, " It's almost like home." He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes.
When they entered the castle, she was immediately led off by Professor McGonagall to be sorted.
Sitting down at his house's table, Draco let his eyes drift around the Great Hall. Blaise was flirting with Theodore, who looked slightly uncomfortable, Neville Longbottom was talking animatedly with the youngest Weasely and pointing towards the Sorting Hat and, ah, there was Granger nattering at Ronald Weasely in a high pitched voice as he stared wistfully at the empty plates. He looked up as Dumbledore began his speech.
"This year we have among us, along with our first years, a new transfer student to be sorted. Kagome Alatariel, please step up to the hat." She gracefully seated herself on the stool and placed the hat on her head.
"Hmm.. Lady Kagome, it has been a long time since I felt one of your kind here. You know I have no jurisdiction over your placement."
"Place me in Slytherin. I feel a sense of prejudice set up by the headmaster that I feel is necessary to disrupt."
"Very well then… SLYTHERIN!"
She got up and walked down the row of tables to the Slytherin table. She did not notice the wary and suspicious faces of most of the Gryffindors, as her eye was caught by the brilliant green gaze of a black haired boy with a lightning shaped scar, who was staring at her with equal magnitude. She stumbled slightly, falling into Draco, who had gotten up to greet her. Their lips touched briefly and a brilliant flash lit the room.
When the light faded, Draco and Kagome were on the ground, knocked out. Kagome was shielded from the floor by Draco's body. A great commotion erupted, and Madam Pomfrey was called. The green-eyed source of Kagome's distraction walked over as if in a trance. He bent down and laid his hand on the clasped hands of the two unconscious figures, and then slumped over. This caused further chaos and the prefects were ordered to clear the hall.