Diamonds and Pearls

Summary: A new Slytherin has come to Hogwarts, and in the grand scheme that is Draco's life, she doesn't seem to care about the mayhem and gossip that is floating chaotically around him. When insulted, she smiles, when scolded, she scoffs, when yelled at, she laughs. Life is just a game, and she's playing everyone the fool...and her father is loving every minute of it.

Anime/Book/Movie: InuYasha/Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco/Kagome

Genre: Romance/Adventure

Rated: M for Mature Content

R.I.P – Alan Rickman

(Severus Snape)

Remember

The Half-Blood Prince

~ALWAYS~

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Amid walking to Potions, Kagome had stopped and stared ever so curiously at the brightly colored robes of her Defense Against Dark Arts professor. He was a strange individual to be sure, and sketchier than the dodgy skulks of Knockturn Alley...she would know! Oh, the countless number of times that she'd walked the darkened and gloomy alley way, her heeled boots would be echoing off the stone walls as they clacked with every step along the cracked cobblestone steps leading to Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary. The ill scent of the unsavory witches and wizards that lurked the shadows there, were of the most morbid her nose had ever been met with. But the shops were certainly interesting.

Her mother protested on her behalf, calling the place undignified for a young witch. Her father reasoned that there was no place in the world that would be considered dignified for a young witch, lest he invite her to join the ranks of the Death Eaters. This was an argument of many she'd heard growing up. She knew her father's past, as did her mother... Kagome stole her eyes away from the overly self-confident and ridiculously dressed professor...thinking of her father's life before the fall of Voldemort, she smiled vehemently. The drudgeries he'd been forced to endure with the man, to come out with his head still stable and his freedom still firm, her mother called it a miracle. She didn't believe in miracles, however.

The sound of her school shoes on the marble floors sounded pleasant as she walked to the Potions room with a sense of control and empowerment. She could take Slytherin house for her own. It was, in her opinion, her birthright. Afterall, her father had told her many times, of his self-proclaimed title of the Half Blood Prince. She...was not a half-blood...not like her father...although it wouldn't have perturbed her either way. She had a wizard father, and a witch mother, no mater their blood status, she viewed herself as a pureblood. She dared anyone to say otherwise!

"You are awfully early."

Kagome smiled, "I wasn't all too hungry for lunch, and seeing how you didn't show up, I figured you were skipping as well."

"Of course, you weren't, and I hardly think you need to concern yourself with my wellbeing."

Feeling especially mischievous, her voice dropped into a snide tenor, "it's not like you seem to care one smidge, someone ought to."

Black eyes looked down at her as black silk tresses fell in a portrait around her professor's face. "Don't be so cheeky,"

"Cheeky, why father, I daresay you've gone senile in your...deep-rooted age."

"Deep-rooted..." a cold chuckle sounded in the dungeons. Humor, it was filled with a dark humor. "Fix your hair before class starts."

"I never see you throwing your hair up into a ponytail." She muttered, though the clip in her hair had come loose. She undid the updo and quickly twisted it back up into place before reclipping it.

"Sit, class will be-" he hadn't a chance to finish his sentence as his class started to file in. All first years, so there would be no common sense to be seen in this class, as they were doomed to make every mistake known to wizarding kind.

After a rather dull introduction on his part, being that the joy of walking in with his normal dramatic flair had been taken out of his hands. Severus began teaching the bare minimal of the basics, as his first class was almost always spent explaining the uses of the tools and then, of course, he'd assign a written essay over the first potion they would be required to make come the following week, after...they learned the ingredients. Severus let his eyes settle on his daughter, the metaphorical apple of his eye. She was every bit of him, right down to her potions savvy and talent in the Dark Arts, though he only let her dabble. This...much to her mother's displeasure.

"I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses." The romanticism of his words didn't escape him, as it was in fact a source of poetry in its own delicate art. "I can teach you-"

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Walking out of their History of Magic class, Blaise, Pansy and Draco, along with the rest of the Slytherins and several Hufflepuffs, made their way towards their next class. Pansy yawned from next to Draco, she was exhausted after listening to Professor Binns. How anyone could manage to stay awake in that class was beyond her. "What's next?"

"We have Double Potions, with Gryffindor, of course."

"Of course," Pansy replied to the Malfoy heir. She got on quite well with him, occasionally. She supposed there were times where he couldn't stand to be in her presence, but then there were times like this when the two could talk without problems. She personally didn't see why he was so bipolar with his likes and dislikes. He liked attention, yet he disliked hers. It made absolutely no sense to her.

From where they were walking, they could see Gryffindor up ahead of them walking towards Potions; Pansy pulled her wand out and flicked it towards the Longbottom boy. The Slytherin's laughed as they watched Longbottom tip over his laces that were tied to one another. His fall taking many other second year lions with him as he had reached out to stop his fall and failed miserably.

Draco and Blaise laughed out as they walked over a second year. Crabbe and Goyle knocked aside Gryffindors as they stepped around the dogpile and made their way past the Gryffindors still standing and glaring at them.

As if that wasn't enough for Pansy, she smirked as Slytherin first years started out of the Potions room and she maneuvered herself in front of Kagome, blocking her way as she did.

"For the second time today, I find myself graced by your undesirable visage." Kagome fixed her satchel on her shoulder as she tried to sidestep Pansy.

"You seem a bit nervous, Higurashi. Afraid to get into it outside a Professors classroom?"

The pettiness of the comment had Kagome groaning, "is this something you enjoy? I find it distasteful, personally. I don't mind making you look bad, Pansy, but I least provide me with a challenge." She cocked her hip a grinned, "the way things are going...you will always be inferior to me. In... every...way." She walked by Pansy but didn't get too far when she was yanked backwards by the clip of her hair. The clip snapping in two and falling to the ground as her long waves fell chaotically over her shoulders, some still in a vice grip as she twisted underneath the arm. Her bag falling to the ground as she took the girls wrist with her, forcing her to let go of her as Kagome placed her in apposition that would have broken her wrist had she not let go.

Kagome straightened up as she stared hatefully at Pansy, not even sure when she'd grabbed her wand, but the hall was silent as they watched the two Slytherin girls. "You are awfully brave, Pansy." Kagome ran her wand free hand over her hair and glared heatedly at the piggy nosed girl. "I'm not sure what stones are rolling loose in your head, but if you so much as look in my direction again, I'll hex you blind!"

A look of fear crossed the girls eyes for a moment before she shook her head, "you can't, you'd be expelled!"

"Try me..."

"Miss. Parkinson...twenty points from Slytherin...and Detention, my office...eight tonight."

Kagome and Pansy turned to see the Head of Slytherin House standing in his doorway with a darkened and shadowed look in his eyes. Kagome met his eyes as he nodded for her to leave. This...didn't go unnoticed by anyone. Gryffindors, and Slytherin's alike, took note of the enraged glare of the Potions Professor, and it was obvious to the all just who it was directed at.

"But professor! You heard what she said!"

"And if you hadn't taken it upon yourself to...assault your fellow Slytherin...she perhaps would not have retaliated quite so violently. I think, you should consider yourself lucky, that her threat was only...vocal. My office at eight...Miss. Parkinson."

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ME: Here is the next chapter! I will update again soon; hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Now, I must go make a pot of coffee, my mom is nagging me to make her coffee and she won't stop until I do. Review~