A/N: so. This is kinda sorta my first fic! (I deleted the earlier ones 'because they weren't very impressive…). I was debating whether to put it HERE or the Harry Potter forum, but in the end I decided to put it here as the majority of the percentage of this fic is in the Gossip Girl universe.

Music: "High Hopes In Velvet Ropes" – The Cab.

Disclaimer: if I owned Gossip Girl and/or Harry Potter, I'd be out having lunch with the cast instead of sitting here, now wouldn't I?

---thedevilhashiseyeonyou---

:;WELCOME TO NYC'S UPPER EAST SIDE, WHERE MY FRIENDS AND I GET WHAT WE WANT, WHEN WE WANT AND WHO WE WANT – EVEN IF THEY'RE ALREADY TAKEN.;: xx

_the devil's language taste of lust_

Upper East Siders, guess whaaat?
Gossip Girl smells drama.

What kind of drama? Well, the British kind.

Yeah, that's right, BRITISH. No typo, see? British. I can't possibly spell the same word wrong three times, now can I?

Before you answer that, let me remind you that I, like you, go to the most prestigious school in New York.

What kind of stupid ass would I be if I couldn't spell "British"?

Anyway. What about the British?

Well, our darling schools decided to give us a taste of S.E.P.

Student Exchange Program, that is.

Remember, kids: you always play with your food before you eat it.

It's only a crime if you get caught.

xoxogossipgirl.

[MUSIC: High Hopes In Velvet Ropes – THE CAB]

XxX

Chuck Bass' cell phone buzzed.

He looked at the screen and smirked.

"Nice," he muttered. "It's getting pretty dull around here."

Beside him, Janice stirred. "Chuck?"

"oh. It's you. Time for you to go, Jenna."

"It's Janice."

"mmhmm. Sure. Now go!"

XxX

"Say. What?" Harry said, glaring at his two best friends.

When the red-head refused to make any eye contact whatsoever, Hermione Granger answered exasperatedly. "I told you, Harry, Ron and I are going to be sent to New York for a year and there's nothing that can be done to – "

"I know all that! My question right now is why?" said a certain frustrated Harry Potter.

"How on earth am I supposed to know that?"

Harry groaned and banged his head on the Gryffindor house table, causing a few nearby bowls and plates to tremble slightly.

It was a sign of how serious the situation (and how good Gryffindors were at eavesdropping) that not one student at the table expressed any annoyance towards the trio.

"If it makes you feel any better, we'll be back by graduation?" Hermione spoke to the back of Harry's head.

Harry looked up and gave her an exasperated look. "Promise me, both of you, that you'll write to me all the time?"

"Consider it done," Ron spoke up, the first time in a while.

"Absolutely," said Hermione.

Harry smiled and turned back to his kidney pudding.

"Oh, and one more thing, Hermione."

"Hmm?"

"With you gone, who the hell is going to help me with homework?"

Hermione laughed. "Take notes. Pay attention. It helps."

She downed her goblet of pumpkin juice.

XxX

"… to New York of all places! They call it a 'Student Exchange Program', you know. Well, Dumbledore was explaining everything and I was thinking, 'what the heck is he talking about?' but obviously I got it in the end. Unfortunately Draco and I will be forced to go with – ugh – Mudblood and Weasel. Apparently only the prefects from Gryffindor and Slytherin have to go together… No doubt this has something to do with inter-House unity or some other …"

Draco rolled his eyes. You can't say he was surprised really. Pansy has never been one to shut the schmuck up. Honestly, Draco doesn't really see what the big deal is. He's been to New York once before with his parents, before Fenrir Greyback killed Lucius. The branded clothes, the Vogue girls, everything just the way Draco likes it.

"… he also said that we'll have to learn how to fit in with New Yorkers because apparently, 'New York is a world all to itself. It is unique in every way, therefore making entering such a world to be an extremely challenging feat'. That's what Dumbledore told us anyway. Personally I think he's putting New York on a rather tall pedestal, don't you think so? He said we'll have to come in every once in a while to watch some memories he extracted, so we can see how New York is like I suppose …"

Draco sighed. He can't wait to be surrounded by American girls. Hopefully, they don't talk half as much as British girls do.

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"Seriously?"

"Yes, Blair, it's on the site and all."

"Do you know what this means, Serena?"

"Err, new British exchange students?"

"NO! Some BritBitch might come and try to steal my spotlight, my seat on the top, and my power over the school!"

"B, listen to yourself! Tell me honestly, how on earth can anyone achieve that? You're the QUEEN B. people worship the ground you tread on, the clothes you wear, the boys you look at, everything! And besides, if anyone tries, you'll beat them to the ground and make the bite dust. Remember Jenny?"

Blair laughed. "Do I ever? She was a good one. Amateur though. Oh, and remembered what I did to Whore-Gina?"

"that was classic. I still owe you for that."

"No, you don't. I had fun. You don't owe me shit."

"Anyway, I'm on the way armed with Audrey Hepburn."

"I'll get Dorota to bring some grapes up."

"You do that."

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"Dan!" Jenny ran into her brother's room and propped herself on his bed.

"Wha?" A sleepy Dan Humphrey murmured.

"Our school is accepting exchange students from Britain! How awesome is that!" Dan looked at jenny, then buried his face in his pillow and yanked the covers over his head.

"Fine, don't care." Jenny said as she headed towards the door.

"Gladly." Dan muttered. A pillow flew towards him.

"Ouch."

---thedevilhashiseyeonyou---

A/N: notice my repeated use of the word 'said'. Well, I don't believe in using words like 'expressed', 'phrased', 'voiced', 'articulated', 'enunciated', 'delivered' etc. (bow down to the power of thesaurus!) I feel it's rather insincere, like if you can use the word 'said', just USE IT for heaven's sake! After all, how good an author you are is not based on how deep your vocabulary skill is, right?

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