Six

Once again, she wanted to slam her head into the wood of the Gryffindor table. Her eyes flickered, glancing toward the Slytherin table across the way, and she was pleased to note that Draco Malfoy had yet to show his face amongst the masses. "This is so stupid," she muttered to herself. "Why did this happen to me?"

Harry Potter glanced up, solemn, as he asked, "What happened with you?"

Blinking lightly at the aggressive tone, Higurashi Kagome wondered once again what had happened to Harry Potter to make him suddenly become so forlorn and angry. She frowned lightly, as she snapped, "That's really none of your business." Then, turning her head away when Harry's female friend, Hermione Granger, patted her shoulder, she added, "I was talking to myself, thank you very much. Not you."

"Don't take him so seriously, Kagome," Hermione sighed. "He doesn't mean it."

Harry simply looked away, frowning deeply.

"Hmph," the fourth year huffed. Her hand reached out, taking hold of her goblet, and she brought it easily to her lips. Tipping the cool liquid back into her mouth, she found herself fascinated suddenly with the ripples within the dark liquid. Her eyes clouded over, visions flashing within the goblet, and she felt her face flush heavily.

"Eh?" Ronald Weasley leaned into Hermione, asking, "What's up with her?"

"Don't you know?" Hermione whispered back angrily. "Kagome has a true form of foresight. She can see the future whenever it chooses to reveal itself to her. And, unlike Professor Trelawney, she doesn't go around telling everyone about it."

"Okay, okay," Ron waved his hand in defense.

The table was surprised, however, when the Higurashi girl suddenly stood and threw her goblet against the wall behind her. The liquid splattered, bleeding down the stone, and attracted even the attention of the Professors sitting at the front of the Great Hall. Her entire body shook lightly, before she spun on her foot and stomped heavily away from the Gryffindor table.

Harry glanced up, watching her, and narrowed his eyes slightly when he realized that Draco Malfoy had chosen that moment to enter for dinner. The Slytherin git looked a bit worn, most likely from the fact that his father had been sent to Azkaban, but he paused when the Gryffindor girl neared him. He went to stand when Kagome stopped, staring at the Malfoy heir, but felt himself pushed back down by Hermione.

Staring, his eyes mere slits, he saw the way Kagome took a single step back and then made a run for it. She barely brushed up against the Slytherin boy, his shoulder moving with the shove, and then disappeared from sight in her flight.

Then, just as quickly as he appeared, Draco Malfoy disappeared out into the corridor once more. Most likely, as was Harry's guess, to torment the Gryffindor girl's mind to drive away the thought that his father would not be there to greet him once he stepped off the Hogwarts Express.

Hermione pursued her lips, saying, "There's something odd going on between the two of them lately. I've noticed that he's not really bothering her that much lately, and, I don't know, but it's almost like Kagome's been trying to avoid him."

"That girl trying to avoid Malfoy?" Ron laughed, despite the tension in the air. "Hermione, you're crazy! Kagome is the last person I would ever expect to avoid that git. She'd rather try to bite his head off."

"No," Harry mumbled. There was deep seeded venom in his voice, as he found himself upset with the belief that Hermione was right on this situation. "There is something odd going on between them."

"Well, whatever it is," Ron said, pushing his food around, "I'm pretty sure she's still more likely to hex him. I mean hell, it's not like she's going to go around snogging that bloody bastard."