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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In the Slytherin Dungeons, hushed whispers could be heard by the few portraits that were hung throughout the common room, eyeing the students that were still awake critically.

"What did I do?"

Brushing her bangs from her eyes, Kagome shrugged her shoulders, "I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about, Malfoy."

"Of course," he had to corner her after she'd left earlier. It was late when she'd finally come back, no one was up, but he'd stayed in the common room waiting for her. When she returned, it was with a floaty air about her that had him standing without his knowing it. "listen, whatever I did, tell me." He had somehow ended with her pinned to the wall behind her, his hand on the wall to the left of her.

She dropped her eyes and looked away from the Malfoy heir. "Hermione Granger,"

"The Mud-"

"that!" she hissed dangerously, returning her gaze to his, she looked like a venomous snake in her anger. "I hate that name!" her voice rising as she let him know just how upset she was.

He took a step back, looking completely confused, he raised his hands in a look of surrender, "not so loud," he looked around and his eyes looked up the steps towards the dorms before he turned his eyes back to Kagome. "What's the problem with me calling her that? It's not like you are a... well...you know."

"Not like I'm dirty blood?" She raised her head and threw her hair over her shoulder. Her earrings glistened dangerously in the light of the fire, "Who are you to decide whose blood is dirty? Is their worth as a wizard decided by the purity of their blood?! What, if she's not inbred, she'd dirty?"

Her mouthy comment had him flushing, she hadn't even bothered trying to dress up that derogatory insult. He felt himself growing exceedingly more irritable when she brought her finger forward and jabbed it into his chest.

"Well, Draco Malfoy, if you want my opinion, you are far dirtier than any Muggleborn!" She jabbed him again, "I will show you...blood can only curb one's opinion for so long!"

Draco glared and pushed her finger away from him, taking her by surprise when he pushed her shoulders back and slammed her into the wall behind her. "Listen little witch, you need to seriously reconsider who you are making an enemy."

"I would say the same to you," she sneered, "I have no problem with my choice of adversaries, but you ought to better train yourself if you want to be a worthy one. Now, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. If..." she ducked under his arm, "you will excuse me, Mr. Malfoy."

As he watched her leave, a stark and painful realization struck him hard, 'I just made an enemy out of my Godfathers daughter...Merlin's saggy left-'

-x-x-x-

The next day found Hermione Granger fretting about one thing or another in the Gryffindor Common room. Harry and Ron watched her as she fidgeted and talked out loud to herself.

"Why didn't I ask her if we could meet somewhere less conspicuous!?"

Shaking his head, Harry finally made himself known to her as he walked the rest of the way to his best female friend. "What are you goin' on about?"

"Oh, Harry! No, uh...nothing! I was, um...tutoring!"

"You need tutoring?!"

Hermione frowned, and Harry could see she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, "no, Ronald, I am tutoring...a first year...so, I ought to go ahead and meet up with her." She grabbed her bag and started towards the door.

"What about dinner?"

She blushed as she hadn't even considered lunch, "I'll...that is to say..." she looked around the room and frowned for a moment before finally spotting familiar faces, "Fred, George!"

Ron and Harry turned to see the twins as they responded to Hermione calling out to them.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"What do you need?"

Hermione smiled, watching as Seamus walked into the Common room. "I saw you both experimenting this morning, Harry and Ron were asking me about your newest creations! Tell them!" She darted between the twins and out the Portrait just before it shut.

"...did she just use us as an excuse to get away from lil' Ronikins?"

"Why Fred, I think she did."

"Well, George, we mustn't disappoint her!"

Ron and Harry both backed away as the twins closed in on them with mischievous grins in place.

-x-x-x-

"H-Hello?"

"Come in Miss. Granger,"

Hermione went sheet white at the sound of her Potions Professor's voice. She swallowed a heavy lump and closed her eyes as she breathed in deeply before exhaling and walking inside. She saw Kagome sitting on a desk across from their professor and immediately she suspected that she'd been tricked. 'This is what happens when you trust a Slytherin!'

"Finally got here," Kagome muttered as she hopped off the desk. "Come, come!"

"Uh...but, what about-"

"Miss. Granger, pay no mind to my presence. I will be here long enough to finish grading your essays, and then I will be out...of...your hair. Kagome...your...hair."

Kagome rolled her eyes and twisted her hair into a tight clip.

"Um, am I missing something?" Hermione asked uncertainly.

Kagome shook her head, "Hermione Jean Granger," she chuckled as the brunette's eyes, watching them widen in surprise. "I believe...you will find that...not everyone is against you. Should you know how to ask for help and, of course...who. I am not an ordinary Slytherin, as I'm sure you've surmised. One might say that I have..." Kagome paused in thought, tilting her head as she tapped her shoe considerately for a moment, "friends in high places. My friends, are yours..."

"I didn't agree to that, Kagome."

Hermione turned her eyes curiously to Snape who had his head down and was marking through essay after essay with a furiously moving quill. "You mean to tell me that Professor Snape is your friend?"

Kagome shrugged, "I couldn't answer that...I for one never considered him much for niceties. However, we do share a common dislike of the use of the word Mudblood. In that, he is an ally to this experiment. Kindly providing us with a quiet place to work." She looked at him, "could we use your office?"

"Go ahead, but this..." he motioned to the three of them, "doesn't go any further than this room. Am I... understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Right, right~" Kagome smiled, taking Hermione by the hand before leading her to the office space towards the far back, past the ingredient's cabinet.

-x-x-x-

"So, let's start with your uniform," Kagome pointed to a curtain draped in a circle, "there is a better fitted uniform for you inside, change quickly."

Hermione blushed, "better fitted?"

"Nothing to worry about," Kagome pushed her forward, "just change and we will get started with your hair next."

"Right...my hair..."

Kagome sat down and glanced around her dad's office as she listened to the sound of fabric shuffling. "So... our esteemed potions professor told me that if I got rid of your curls, he'd have me clean cauldrons for the rest of the year."

"You lie!" A shocked voice came from behind the curtain.

Smiling, she shook her head, "has he been giving you a hard time to, Hermione?"

"Only since my first day at Hogwarts. Oh, and by the way," Hermione moved the curtain aside as she stepped out in a pristine, pressed and fitted uniform, "how did you know my middle name?"

"He told me," she jabbed her thumb at the office door.

"How does Professor Snape know my middle name, and more specifically, why did he tell you?"

She shrugged, "it may have something to do with the fact that I'm his daughter...he provided me the most recent medical paper on you with your up to date measurements, and that's how I found out about your middle name."

"You...you..." shaking her head, Hermione didn't even know what to say.

"I'm his daughter. Now, come sit in front of me," she motioned to the chair before her as she took a seat on her dads office desk. Pulling out her wand, she transfigured a nearby quill into a brush. "don't take your precious curls, he says..."

"I... wouldn't mind...it's just a massive frizzy nest."

Kagome gave a huff and chuckled, "do you habitually talk ill about yourself? If so, maybe you could simply tell Malfoy that he needn't waste his time, that you've got self-depreciation covered."

Hermione softly laughed, "do you think that would work?"

"No, I fear it would only encourage him to out preform you." She ran the brush through the wild and frizzy curls. "Your hair is soft, extremely soft...and very thick. Let's see if...rather than getting rid of your curls, if we can define them and tame them into more well-defined coils. It's like a lion's mane," she grinned, "did you know that you and your friends are referred to as the Golden Trio?"

"I've heard mention..."

"You are often times called the Gryffindor Princess, have you heard mention of that?"

Frowning, she shook her head 'no'. "Afraid that one's new to me."

"I was thinking...something akin to the beauty that was Princess Sophia of Hanover, she was a lovely picture of elegance and intelligence, as she was well-read and good friends with the Palace Librarian. She had seven children who grew to be responsible, conscientious young adults and examples...much like she herself had been. However, she had a mean streak...referring to her eldest sons' mother-in-law as "mouse dirt mixed with pepper", that would be the equivalent to the wizarding slanderous term "mudblood". She did however give her consent. You should look her up, quite the magnanimous woman, and a perfect portrayal of blue-blood refinement. I think, modeling you softly after her, would be most advantageous."

"I will have to take your word for it,"

Kagome smiled as she continued giving Hermione's hair special treatment, gently running the brush through her hair with her wand supplying a simple sticking charm to her curls as she formed them. It took her a good hour and a half before she'd finally finished. "Wow...what a difference..." she murmured. "What colors do you like?"

"Um...for what?"

"Your nails..."

"I guess, natural colors?"

"...a soft, almost neutral pink then, something flush." She smiled, "not too much else needs to be done, you look remarkably different already. The next step is teaching you how to carry yourself." Kagome tapped her wand to each of Hermione's nails, "usually it's mum who's doing this with me," she smiled gingerly.

"You and your mum do this kind of thing?"

"Yes,"

"Mine doesn't believe in makeup or pampering such as this. She's all for...inner beauty."

"Your mum isn't wrong, Hermione. However, I believe that the confidence one exudes must also be taught, and the best way to teach it is by making one feel confident and comfortable."

"Too bad you can't fix my teeth...my front ones are...bigger than I'd like."

"Dad!"

"Ah...wait! Y-you don't-"

"I was summoned?"

Kagome smiled up at her dad as he walked into his office. "Do you know a shrinking charm?"

"For?"

"Teeth."

He sighed, "I would think Madam Pomfrey would be most suitable for that, but yes, I suppose I do."

She stared expectantly at his as he raised a brow. Letting go of Hermione's hand as she finished with her nails, she smiled as her father huffed a sigh and pulled out his wand.

"Reducio~"

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Me: Here is chapter eight of Diamonds and Pearls. Look up Princess Sophia of Hanover. She really was quite beautiful~