A/N- Potato here, at 11:10 at night with potatofanaticwriter3, who is too lazy to write this. So we're team-writing it, like the first.
Disclaimer- We neither own Harry Potter, nor the three lines we borrowed from 'Cho Chang' by StarKid Potter.
Okay, here we go:
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I Have No Idea: Adventures In China
Ron stepped off the plane and went to the baggage claim. He stared at the conveyor belt as it turned in circles, again, and again, and again, searching for his hot pink bags. As he was looking, Ron noticed a huge Hannah Montana sticker on a silver sparkly suitcase. "Oh! That must be Draco's!"
Just as he thought this, Draco came rolling in (much like he does in a certain play that shall not be named here) and stumbled in front of Ron. "Don't touch Hanny, Weasley- she's mine!" He grabbed his suitcase and- quite dramatically- rolled out.
Finally, after what seemed to be hours but was only five minutes, his purse comes into view. "It's not a purse!" he said when some other passengers were eyeing him in an awkward manner. "It's an Italian shoulderbag!"
Back at the Potter household, Voldemort was reading Jimbo a bedtime story. "And the little dementor said 'Someone's been eating my bowl of happy memories!' Then Goldielf popped in and said 'Yes, they were a bit cold…'"
Back to the story, Ron was currently skipping out of the airport humming Japanese techno. His shoulderbag was swinging wildly, whacking people in the face. As it turned out, people actually didn't like this. So when passerby began to frown and hit him back, he ran faster, skipping really, singing:
"Cho Chang! Domo Arigato! Cho Chang!" Eventually, he began to get exhausted of running, and sat down on a bench. "Ooh! A tower! Is that a bald cap falling out?"
"No," said Neville. "It's not. But if you'd like to buy one," he swept out his long black overcoat, revealing a variety of bald caps. "they range from $1.50-$9.99 plus shipping and handling. But if you call now-"
"Wait, Neville, where'd you come from?"
"I- I- don't actually know…I guess my mum…you know, birth and-"
"You know what? Maybe later, right now I just don't want a bald cap. Bye!"
Ron scampered off before Neville could respond.
"Wait! Your bags! Oh, never mind. Hey, they're HOT PINK!"
Jimbo looked deep into Voldemort's eyes and said: "Hey Mister Babysitter, you've got red pupils and a snake nose."
Voldemort's 'red pupils' narrowed and he snorted through his 'snake nose', much like an angry bull. "It was a bad case of plastic surgery gone wrong, okay boy?"
"Cool! When Mum and Dad come back, I'm going to ask them if I could have plastic surgery! I want to look just like you!"
Back to the story… Draco was sitting on his hotel bed, reminiscing. He thought of his younger days… his days back when…
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A/N- Sorry that was short, we're tired. It's now 11:52 pm! So excuse us. Anyway, look for the fourth part, which will definitely be on potatocrazy4's profile and will be a Dramione. :)
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~Potato and friend