Kagome and Harry made plans to meet at the inn that evening for supper,
then the two groups parted to finish their shopping
Scroll Three: The Three Broomsticks
When the Inuyasha tachi walked into the little pub later that night, laden down with bags of robes, books, quills, and an array of other supplies they would need, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were already there. The three glimpsed his silver hair before anything else and waved. Gratefully they sat down, looking forward to a nice hot dinner together then crawling into bed.. not together.. And sleeping like a petrified log. Ron signaled for a waiter and a short stout little man who looked like an overly plump cherry waddled up to the table and passed out menus.
"Wha' can I ge' fah yah?" he asked in a strong Cockney accent. Harry was the first to speak.
"Eight pumpkin juices and roast chicken dinners with eight hot fudge sundaes for dessert." The waiters piggy little eyes seemed to grow to the size of dinner plates and bulge out of his head and he took an instinctive step backwards, or tried to but his feet managed to get tangled together.. How? Don't ask how, the authoress doesn't know, she only writes this fic. After he managed to regain his composure he bowed deeply.
"Y-yes sir Mr. P-Potter sir. T'was an honor to have served you." He stammered before stumbling back to the kitchen to place their order. The newcomers turned to Harry, wondering what had just happened, but his explanation was interrupted by a herd of intoxicated -
[ Inuyasha: More like stoned.
Koneko: Shush! _* ]
Wizards walked in, filling the air with their loud, drunken peals of laughter and the stench of stale whiskey. One of them noticed Harry and jabbed another in the ribs. A deadly silence fell over the room..which unfortunately didn't last long.
"Blimey! That's 'Arry Potter!" One of them shouted. A tall, lanky wizard in bottle-green robes took out a scroll and quill pen and begged Harry for his autograph. Harry's ears burned and he looked fairly annoyed as he quickly scrawled his name across the parchment while , keeping his eyes averted to the floor. With a cheer of triumph the wizards thanked him and filed into a private room for another round of ale. Harry smiled weakly at the gawking foreigners.
"What was that all about?" Inuyasha questioned.
"Erm..nothing." Harry murmured and started to drink his pumpkin juice and avoided eye contact with them. Just once he would like to get through a day without people making such a big deal over him. Just once he would like to be treated normally, just like everyone else.
"Do you get the same reaction from girls?" Miroku asked casually, sipping his drink. There was a low growling sound and a second later Sango brought her ridiculously large Hiraikotsu crashing down violently on his head. Harry, Ron, and Hermione froze with their forks poised about halfway to their lips. Hermione looked at Kagome in concern and she replied with a shrug, nodding slightly.
"Yes, Miroku's always perverted that way. Yes, she does this a lot. You'll get used to it." Hermione nodded slowly, looking like that was the most shockingly barbaric things she had seen in all her years of existence, while Inuyasha continued to eat, completely unfazed and Sango proceeded to chase Miroku around the inn while swinging her weapon angrily.
"Ecchi!" She shouted. After a few more minutes she lost interest and sat back down at the table. Inuyasha, who had almost finished devouring his chicken, looked at Kagome eagerly.
"You think they have that yellow stuff here?" he asked through a mouthful of mangled poultry. Kagome grimaced at this display of table manners and shook her head. Inuyasha shrugged and turned back to face Harry and Ron.
"What was that all about anyway? With those drunks.."
"Oh that? Nothing really, it happens everyday. Y'see, Harry here's famous!" Ron proceeded in telling them the story of Harry's life and all his encounters with the dreaded Voldemort, throwing in so many exaggerations and variations of his own that he made it sound like a highly stretched urban legend.
"It. really wasn't that great." Harry muttered.
Kagome squealed in reply and whipped an autograph book out of her pocket.
[Kiba: her pocket? How convenient. ::gets whapped:: ]
"Yes it is! Can I have your autograph?!"
Harry sighed heavily and signed his name underneath a tiny fox-like pawprint and the kanji characters Nobunaga. "Wow! This is so great! I can't believe I got to meet a hugely famous warlock!" she babbled. [A/N: And the urge to retch continues to haunt me. ]
Inuyasha groaned, getting a strong sense of déjà vu and started to tear his roll in half. Leaning forward across the table, he literally stuffed the bread into her mouth in hopes that it would get her to shut up. It worked too, she stopped gushing and blinked stupidly at the piece of bread while everyone else burst out laughing.
"Well Well. Look what the cat dragged in." Someone spoke up sarcastically. Draco Malfoy walked up to their previously peaceful and contented table, followed by his two simple-minded and brawny henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy fell silent, looking impatient as if he were waiting for something to happen. His eyes turned to Crabbe expectantly. Finally he got onto his tiptoes and whispered into the giant oaf's ear. Crabbe looked shocked.
"You mean.. we were supposed to laugh?"
"Never mind, you idiot." Malfoy snapped. Inuyasha snickered and Malfoy reeled at him.
"Oh, you think I'm funny do you? Want to know what's really funny, freak? Your cat ears. And-" He never got a chance to finish his sentence. Inuyasha lunged forward, curling his fingers around Malfoy's throat and lifted him off the ground. He growled and tightened his grip, watching as his claws started to pierce the skin and crimson drops of blood rolled down his neck. Malfoy whimpered pathetically, trying to wiggle free from his grip.
"OSUWARI!" Inuyasha's eyes widened in panic and he and Malfoy were both thrown full-force into the polished wood floor. Malfoy scrambled to his feet and attempted to straighten his tousled hair with an air of dignity.
"Shame you have to get your wench to rescue you." Malfoy's lip curled in disgust as he spoke. "Or you would have regretted the day you crossed -my- path."
Kagome twitched - a first sign of danger.
"She is NOT my-" Inuyasha started to advance on Malfoy, who ducked behinid Crabbe for protection, but before he could do anything Kagome let out a whooping war cry and jumped in front of him. He stepped back and stared at her incredulously. Kagome growled and lunged at Malfoy, starting off by clawing at the side of his face.
Five minutes later she got off of him. Malfoy was sprawled on the floor with spots of blood appearing on his cheek, his arms twisted behind his back, a nasty-colored bruise discoloring his face, and bite marks o n his hands and shoulders. She huffed her way past a gaggle of gawking waiters, too afraid to stop her, and back to an astonished Miroku and Sango. She flipped her hair haughtily over her shoulder.
"Besides, we couldn't ever be together even if I wanted us to. The poor guy has a thing for dead priestesses." She sneered. Malfoy stared at her, his mouth hanging open in shock. Shippou jumped onto Kagome's shoulder and stuck his tongue out tauntingly.
"Close your mouth Malfoy." Ron smirked, "You look like a fish."
Malfoy pursed his lips and made a show of leaving, turning around with an extravagant billowing of his robes and slamming the door behind him. The dramatic exit was ruined by the fact that he had forgotten his two dimwitted cronies and slammed the door in their face. leaving the beginnings of a bruise across Goyle's bulb of a nose. The door opened once again and Malfoy stuck his head back in, casting he two the darkest of glares.
"Come on!" The two nodded and half waddled, half thundered after him strongly resembling a pair of mindless gorillas.
Everyone in the room burst out laughing at Malfoy's defeat and congratulated the reincarnated miko on her good deed towards humanity. Kagome smiled sheepishly.
"It was nothing."
"Sure it was, Kagome-sama." Miroku assured her. "He needed to be taught a lesson in how to talk to a woman." Kagome both smiled and sweatdropped, unsure of what to make of his comment. Sango, too, narrowed her eyes and tried to decide how to take it and then hugged her friend.
"That was perfect! He practically crawled out the door with his tail between his legs!" She exclaimed.
"Kind of like a certain stupid wolf.." Inuyasha grumbled. Sango yawned and brushed back her hair.
"Anyway.. I'm a little tired. I think I'm going to go to bed. ALONE, Houshi-sama." She added irritatedly when she noticed the eager, hopeful expression on Miroku's face. He sweatdropped.
"I was merely going to suggest that I tuck you in, Sango." Sango looked at him doubtfully and climbed the stairs to their rooms, grateful that she didn't have to worry about bringing her stuff up. Kagome had made them go shopping back in Japan for "normal" clothes, and Harry had made sure their bags were taken care of. Harry glanced at his watch and sighed.
"I'd better go too. In fact, we all should. We have to get an early start tomorrow morning."
"Good idea Harry. I'm utterly exhausted from shopping and I would just hate to fall asleep in class on my first day." Hermione added.
"So lets go.. Oh, and Miroku?" Kagome asked, completely ignoring the grotesque faces Ron was making behind Hermione's back. Miroku looked up.
"Yes?"
"You, Inuyasha, and Shippou share a room. Sango and I are bunking together - without you." She smiled sweetly. Miroku looked hurt.
"I'm stunned that.. I.. How could you think I would even suggest that?"
"Whatever. Oyasumi Nasai."
"G'night!" Ron called. The seven of them filed up the stairs and simultaneously walked into the bedroom, without detail due to the authoress' extreme laziness. All that is with two exceptions. There was an awkward silence as Inuyasha pulled Kagome back to the dark, shadowed edge of the hallway, away from the others. He knew if they were noticed all hell would break loose.
"Kagome?"
"Eh?"
".. What did you mean by 'we couldn't ever be together anyway, even if I wanted us to'?.."
"Oh.. Don't worry about it Inuyasha. It was just a - a joke."
Inuyasha fell silent, looking into her eyes for a moment. Kagome could have sworn she caught a glimpse of something.. A hint of an unfamiliar expression behind his amber irises, but it soon faded and she shook herself back to reality. It remained a dim memory in her head, chased into the unexplored depths of her mind by the assurances that she was seeing things.
"Kagome-" he began.
"I'm going to bed. Get some sleep Inuyasha." He held her gaze for a few seconds longer and let go of her arm. She silently turned back to her room, sighing as she turned the doorknob.
"Ne, Inuyasha?" A glimpse over her shoulder told her that she had hesitated too long, he had left. She shook her head sadly and entered the bedroom. As she changed into her pajamas her mind wandered, dreaming about what it would be like to have her feelings for Inuyasha returned.
"Yume dake..." she reminded herself as she crawled between the sheets and her cheek rested against the cool pillow. "Only a dream."
In the hidden corner of the room, amidst the shadows that flickered in a silent dance across the wall, someone laughed sinisterly.
Scroll Three: The Three Broomsticks
When the Inuyasha tachi walked into the little pub later that night, laden down with bags of robes, books, quills, and an array of other supplies they would need, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were already there. The three glimpsed his silver hair before anything else and waved. Gratefully they sat down, looking forward to a nice hot dinner together then crawling into bed.. not together.. And sleeping like a petrified log. Ron signaled for a waiter and a short stout little man who looked like an overly plump cherry waddled up to the table and passed out menus.
"Wha' can I ge' fah yah?" he asked in a strong Cockney accent. Harry was the first to speak.
"Eight pumpkin juices and roast chicken dinners with eight hot fudge sundaes for dessert." The waiters piggy little eyes seemed to grow to the size of dinner plates and bulge out of his head and he took an instinctive step backwards, or tried to but his feet managed to get tangled together.. How? Don't ask how, the authoress doesn't know, she only writes this fic. After he managed to regain his composure he bowed deeply.
"Y-yes sir Mr. P-Potter sir. T'was an honor to have served you." He stammered before stumbling back to the kitchen to place their order. The newcomers turned to Harry, wondering what had just happened, but his explanation was interrupted by a herd of intoxicated -
[ Inuyasha: More like stoned.
Koneko: Shush! _* ]
Wizards walked in, filling the air with their loud, drunken peals of laughter and the stench of stale whiskey. One of them noticed Harry and jabbed another in the ribs. A deadly silence fell over the room..which unfortunately didn't last long.
"Blimey! That's 'Arry Potter!" One of them shouted. A tall, lanky wizard in bottle-green robes took out a scroll and quill pen and begged Harry for his autograph. Harry's ears burned and he looked fairly annoyed as he quickly scrawled his name across the parchment while , keeping his eyes averted to the floor. With a cheer of triumph the wizards thanked him and filed into a private room for another round of ale. Harry smiled weakly at the gawking foreigners.
"What was that all about?" Inuyasha questioned.
"Erm..nothing." Harry murmured and started to drink his pumpkin juice and avoided eye contact with them. Just once he would like to get through a day without people making such a big deal over him. Just once he would like to be treated normally, just like everyone else.
"Do you get the same reaction from girls?" Miroku asked casually, sipping his drink. There was a low growling sound and a second later Sango brought her ridiculously large Hiraikotsu crashing down violently on his head. Harry, Ron, and Hermione froze with their forks poised about halfway to their lips. Hermione looked at Kagome in concern and she replied with a shrug, nodding slightly.
"Yes, Miroku's always perverted that way. Yes, she does this a lot. You'll get used to it." Hermione nodded slowly, looking like that was the most shockingly barbaric things she had seen in all her years of existence, while Inuyasha continued to eat, completely unfazed and Sango proceeded to chase Miroku around the inn while swinging her weapon angrily.
"Ecchi!" She shouted. After a few more minutes she lost interest and sat back down at the table. Inuyasha, who had almost finished devouring his chicken, looked at Kagome eagerly.
"You think they have that yellow stuff here?" he asked through a mouthful of mangled poultry. Kagome grimaced at this display of table manners and shook her head. Inuyasha shrugged and turned back to face Harry and Ron.
"What was that all about anyway? With those drunks.."
"Oh that? Nothing really, it happens everyday. Y'see, Harry here's famous!" Ron proceeded in telling them the story of Harry's life and all his encounters with the dreaded Voldemort, throwing in so many exaggerations and variations of his own that he made it sound like a highly stretched urban legend.
"It. really wasn't that great." Harry muttered.
Kagome squealed in reply and whipped an autograph book out of her pocket.
[Kiba: her pocket? How convenient. ::gets whapped:: ]
"Yes it is! Can I have your autograph?!"
Harry sighed heavily and signed his name underneath a tiny fox-like pawprint and the kanji characters Nobunaga. "Wow! This is so great! I can't believe I got to meet a hugely famous warlock!" she babbled. [A/N: And the urge to retch continues to haunt me. ]
Inuyasha groaned, getting a strong sense of déjà vu and started to tear his roll in half. Leaning forward across the table, he literally stuffed the bread into her mouth in hopes that it would get her to shut up. It worked too, she stopped gushing and blinked stupidly at the piece of bread while everyone else burst out laughing.
"Well Well. Look what the cat dragged in." Someone spoke up sarcastically. Draco Malfoy walked up to their previously peaceful and contented table, followed by his two simple-minded and brawny henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy fell silent, looking impatient as if he were waiting for something to happen. His eyes turned to Crabbe expectantly. Finally he got onto his tiptoes and whispered into the giant oaf's ear. Crabbe looked shocked.
"You mean.. we were supposed to laugh?"
"Never mind, you idiot." Malfoy snapped. Inuyasha snickered and Malfoy reeled at him.
"Oh, you think I'm funny do you? Want to know what's really funny, freak? Your cat ears. And-" He never got a chance to finish his sentence. Inuyasha lunged forward, curling his fingers around Malfoy's throat and lifted him off the ground. He growled and tightened his grip, watching as his claws started to pierce the skin and crimson drops of blood rolled down his neck. Malfoy whimpered pathetically, trying to wiggle free from his grip.
"OSUWARI!" Inuyasha's eyes widened in panic and he and Malfoy were both thrown full-force into the polished wood floor. Malfoy scrambled to his feet and attempted to straighten his tousled hair with an air of dignity.
"Shame you have to get your wench to rescue you." Malfoy's lip curled in disgust as he spoke. "Or you would have regretted the day you crossed -my- path."
Kagome twitched - a first sign of danger.
"She is NOT my-" Inuyasha started to advance on Malfoy, who ducked behinid Crabbe for protection, but before he could do anything Kagome let out a whooping war cry and jumped in front of him. He stepped back and stared at her incredulously. Kagome growled and lunged at Malfoy, starting off by clawing at the side of his face.
Five minutes later she got off of him. Malfoy was sprawled on the floor with spots of blood appearing on his cheek, his arms twisted behind his back, a nasty-colored bruise discoloring his face, and bite marks o n his hands and shoulders. She huffed her way past a gaggle of gawking waiters, too afraid to stop her, and back to an astonished Miroku and Sango. She flipped her hair haughtily over her shoulder.
"Besides, we couldn't ever be together even if I wanted us to. The poor guy has a thing for dead priestesses." She sneered. Malfoy stared at her, his mouth hanging open in shock. Shippou jumped onto Kagome's shoulder and stuck his tongue out tauntingly.
"Close your mouth Malfoy." Ron smirked, "You look like a fish."
Malfoy pursed his lips and made a show of leaving, turning around with an extravagant billowing of his robes and slamming the door behind him. The dramatic exit was ruined by the fact that he had forgotten his two dimwitted cronies and slammed the door in their face. leaving the beginnings of a bruise across Goyle's bulb of a nose. The door opened once again and Malfoy stuck his head back in, casting he two the darkest of glares.
"Come on!" The two nodded and half waddled, half thundered after him strongly resembling a pair of mindless gorillas.
Everyone in the room burst out laughing at Malfoy's defeat and congratulated the reincarnated miko on her good deed towards humanity. Kagome smiled sheepishly.
"It was nothing."
"Sure it was, Kagome-sama." Miroku assured her. "He needed to be taught a lesson in how to talk to a woman." Kagome both smiled and sweatdropped, unsure of what to make of his comment. Sango, too, narrowed her eyes and tried to decide how to take it and then hugged her friend.
"That was perfect! He practically crawled out the door with his tail between his legs!" She exclaimed.
"Kind of like a certain stupid wolf.." Inuyasha grumbled. Sango yawned and brushed back her hair.
"Anyway.. I'm a little tired. I think I'm going to go to bed. ALONE, Houshi-sama." She added irritatedly when she noticed the eager, hopeful expression on Miroku's face. He sweatdropped.
"I was merely going to suggest that I tuck you in, Sango." Sango looked at him doubtfully and climbed the stairs to their rooms, grateful that she didn't have to worry about bringing her stuff up. Kagome had made them go shopping back in Japan for "normal" clothes, and Harry had made sure their bags were taken care of. Harry glanced at his watch and sighed.
"I'd better go too. In fact, we all should. We have to get an early start tomorrow morning."
"Good idea Harry. I'm utterly exhausted from shopping and I would just hate to fall asleep in class on my first day." Hermione added.
"So lets go.. Oh, and Miroku?" Kagome asked, completely ignoring the grotesque faces Ron was making behind Hermione's back. Miroku looked up.
"Yes?"
"You, Inuyasha, and Shippou share a room. Sango and I are bunking together - without you." She smiled sweetly. Miroku looked hurt.
"I'm stunned that.. I.. How could you think I would even suggest that?"
"Whatever. Oyasumi Nasai."
"G'night!" Ron called. The seven of them filed up the stairs and simultaneously walked into the bedroom, without detail due to the authoress' extreme laziness. All that is with two exceptions. There was an awkward silence as Inuyasha pulled Kagome back to the dark, shadowed edge of the hallway, away from the others. He knew if they were noticed all hell would break loose.
"Kagome?"
"Eh?"
".. What did you mean by 'we couldn't ever be together anyway, even if I wanted us to'?.."
"Oh.. Don't worry about it Inuyasha. It was just a - a joke."
Inuyasha fell silent, looking into her eyes for a moment. Kagome could have sworn she caught a glimpse of something.. A hint of an unfamiliar expression behind his amber irises, but it soon faded and she shook herself back to reality. It remained a dim memory in her head, chased into the unexplored depths of her mind by the assurances that she was seeing things.
"Kagome-" he began.
"I'm going to bed. Get some sleep Inuyasha." He held her gaze for a few seconds longer and let go of her arm. She silently turned back to her room, sighing as she turned the doorknob.
"Ne, Inuyasha?" A glimpse over her shoulder told her that she had hesitated too long, he had left. She shook her head sadly and entered the bedroom. As she changed into her pajamas her mind wandered, dreaming about what it would be like to have her feelings for Inuyasha returned.
"Yume dake..." she reminded herself as she crawled between the sheets and her cheek rested against the cool pillow. "Only a dream."
In the hidden corner of the room, amidst the shadows that flickered in a silent dance across the wall, someone laughed sinisterly.