Hooray for moving too quickly! And impatience with my own story! Sorry it was so long coming, but this chapter was lost. Twice. TT-TT Anyway, I finally re-wrote it and here it is! Woohoo!

Disclaimer: Mlable Schmark (you'd have to read my other stories. bwahahahaha! shameless self-promotion!)

Ginny, Fred, and George walked slowly with the three Texans through the parking lot.

"So what're you doing tomorrow?" Killian asked, her fingers laced with Fred's.

He shrugged. "Don't know. Harry planned everything out for us. We have no idea. We might even be coming back here tomorrow. I don't know."

"What about you?" George asked, as Sylvia swung their hands and the mallet alternately. "You're going to some thing tomorrow, right?"

"It's called A-Con. It's an anime convention. We get to dress up as characters and run around with other fans. Maybe buy som merchandise and stuff. This is our first year."

Ginny was walking quietly behind them, thinking. She knew her brothers too well. "Where's that at?"

"The Marks Hotel. I just hope we don't have to wait forever to get in. The tickets cost a fortune."

Killian added, "Since we're poor. We bought them early, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

All three Weasleys went silent for a few moments until Killian and Sylvia came to a stop and tugged on their hands. "We're here."

"Where?" Fred asked absently.

Killian giggled. "The car, goober. We're at the car."

Sylvia stared solemnly at the ground. "Well... bye, I guess."

Killian's smile faded as she stared at her best friend. "Oh. Right. Bye." She looked up at Fred sadly. "Do you... want our numbers? You could... at least call us..."

"Number?"

"Phone number?" Kathy snapped rudely, leaning on the car.

Ginny shook her head. "We don't have a phone to use."

Kathy rolled her eyes. "HEL-LO. You're staying in a hotel. How could you not have a phone in the hotel? What, are you staying in a sewer?

George stooped to look into Sylvia's eyes. "I want your number. I'll find a way to call you." Something cold and wet dripped on his face. "Sylvia?"

She sniffed and took her hand away from him, wiping at her eyes. "No point. You'll have to go back sometime and then it'll be over anyway. It's not like-" She cut herself off and started around the car to get in..

Kathy, her voice softer and less rough despite her words, whispered, "Crybaby."

George quickly stepped around the car after her and grabbed her again before she could get in, pulling her into his arms and murmuring against her hair, "I'll call you, okay?"

On the other side of the car, Killian was writing her cell phone number on Fred's arm. "You can call me anytime, okay? My cell is always with me and I'll pick it up, okay?" She looked up at Fred desperately to make sure he understood.

Without one word, Fred stooped a bit and brushed his lips across her cheek, which burned hot and red even more. Killian's breath caught and she glanced up through her lashes at him, then lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and pulled him gently down. Fred gladly dipped once more and put his lips tight against her, then gentler.

Ginny pulled her brother away. "He'll call you. I promise. George!"

Still caught up in George's arms, Sylvia mumbled, "You have to go."

"No."

His hug tightened, pushing her face against his chest. Muffled, she said, "But you have to. Your brother and sister are waiting and we have to get back to the hotel. George?"

"George!"

With a sigh, he finally let her go, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a pen. "Can I have that number, then?"

Fred, George, and Ginny raced to the meeting spot in front of the park. They were late, very late, and they knew it. As soon as they saw their mother, they worried for the worst.

"Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley, where on Earth have you been?!" she demanded. "No answer on your talkie-walkers, late to meet us, running off on your own, why, I should hex the lot of you!"

"Mrs. Weasley..." Harry warned, looking around. Amazingly, no one was even looking at the, save one group of giggling teenage girls who had their eyes trained on himself and Ron. With a light blush he looked away and started trying to herd the Weasleys toward the cabs waiting for them.

The twins and their sister wound up in the large van-cab with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Hermione sat in front and began directing the driver back to their hotel.

Ron turned around to his brothers. "What really took you so long? Trying to rig up some prank without magic?"

"What's that on your arm?" Harry asked, squinting in the darkness.

Fred and George ignored both questions, staring out the windows at the passing city.

Ginny answered for them. "Some American girls showed us around the park. That's their phone numbers."

Ron groaned. "You mean while we fought with a map, my bloody brothers got to be shown around that place? Not fair! Why couldn't we get guides? What, they're going to show us around the city too?"

Ginny scoffed. "Hardly. Fred and George got themselves some American girlfriends."

In unison, the twins snapped their heads around and hissed, "Ginny!"

Mournfully, George said, "Sylvia's not my girlfriend."

"And Killian's not mine," Fred added, in the same, unhappy tone.

With a sly grin, Ginny tacked on, "But you want them to be."

Ron interrupted them. "You met girls? You two met girls on this trip? All I got was a muggle t-shirt and some still pictures!"

Harry grinned. "I'll show you how to use the phone when we get back."

Without missing a beat, Ginny demanded, "What did you have planned for tomorrow, Harry?"

He straightened his glasses. "We were going to come back to the park and finish the rides and things."

Fred and George were once again in their own little worlds, staring at the passing traffic.

Ginny grinned. "Not these two. They're going to the Marks Hotel."

"Haaarryyyyy! I want to meet girls on this trip!" Ron whined.

Instantly, Hermione turned around in her seat. "Don't be ridiculous Ron. We go back soon. It's not like you could have an American girlfriend and still live in England. Besides, she'd be a muggle. Wouldn't rather a witch, so that you could actually be honest with her?"

Ron, Harry, and Ginny turned toward the twins. Neither looked back from the window, but their looks were much more pained than before.

Fred and George stepped into the large room packed with fans and stalls.

"Oh no..." Fred mumbled.

George rubbed his head and grumbled, "How are we gonna find them?"

"Find who?" The twins looked around at a woman nearby, dressed in a green and white school girl uniform with a bushy black wig. "I've been coming here for years. I know almost everybody."

George put his face back into his hands as Fred replied, "A couple of girls named Killian and Sylvia. It's their first time to this... place."

Surprisingly, her face lightened. "I know exactly who you're looking for! I met them in the line for J. Shannon Weaver's autograph! Great costumes."

Both twins stared at her, marvelling the stroke of luck they'd happened across. "You- you know Sylvia and Killian?"

She grinned and nodded. "Sure. Those two are pretty loud. It's hard to miss them. Come on, I know they're going to Ariyo-chan's table. You could wait around for them there. What're your names?"

When they arrived at the table, set up with tons of prints, buttons, and shirts, the girl sitting behind it greeted her loudly, "Hi, Penny! What's up? Got some newbies?"

Penny nodded. "Yeah. They're looking for Killian and Sylvia. Seen them?"

Ariyo-chan frowned and ruffled her blonde hair. "Actually, you just missed them. They were headed over to the stand with the yakitori. If you hurry you might catch them!"

Penny nodded and grabbed Fred's hand, taking off running. Fred turned and snatched his brother's arm and they were both dragged uncerimoniously through the crowd.

"There! They're over there!" Penny called, pointing at a group not far away.

It didn't look like Killian or Sylvia and they were with a couple of boys. One of them, the taller, had long black hair and a short, low-cut green kimono and orange arm warmers and was pushing away a tall, large boy wearing a sleeveless black jumpsuit and blue arm warmers. On his back was a large sword and there was bandages around his face, covering his obvious, lecherous grin. The other girl was pulling at her friend, blonde hair in four spikey ponytails and a giant, black fan on her back. The second boy, as big as the first was wearing a lot of blue make up and a black robe with red clouds on it, also with a huge sword on hit back.

"Get off me!"

"Seriously, this isn't funny!"

"Hey, what are they doing to Sylvia?" Penny asked, stopping dead and then charging forward.

"That's not Sylvia... is it?" George asked. As they got closer, they could make out more features and tell that it... was it really? How could it be Sylvia and Killian? More importantly, who was that guy and what was he doing to Sylvia?

The one holding Sylvia pulled down his face bandages. "Come on, everyone knows Zabuza and Haku are together. Besides, I've always wanted to make out with a sexy jutsu Haku."

Fred and George rushed past Penny toward the costumed Killian and Sylvia.

Killian yanked again. "Get off her! Come on!"

"I'm not Haku! Just let me go! Killian, call security!"

The blue boy grabbed Killian as she started to leave. "Oh, no you don't Temari. You're staying right here."

After pushing though the crowd ignoring the scene, Fred grabbed the hands holding onto Killian and yanked them away.

"Fred!"

George reached for Sylvia just as her arms gave way and she was pulled forward into an even tighter hug by the cosplayer. In an instant, he dipped down and pressed his lips to hers.

The whole place seemed to move in slow motion. Sylvia's eyes shot open in shock, Killian and Fred's jaw dropped and George's fists and jaw clenched. Penny stopped dead in her tracks and watched as George yanked Sylvia back and punched him in the jaw, hard.

"Don't come near her again," he warned, putting himself before her.

Zabuza grinned. "It was worth it."

Sylvia shoved George out of the way and leapt at Zabuza. George caught her just in time and held her back.

Finally, security showed up. "Whoa, whoa. What's happening here?" the man demanded.

Killian pointed one accusing finger at the offender. "He kissed Sylvia! That's sexual harrassment or something, right?!"

Penny nodded. "It's true! He grabbed her and kissed her! She told him no! George was trying to help her!"

The security guard nodded. "Well, we will remove this young man. Come on. You too, Kisame."

"But I didn't do anything!"

Penny stepped forward. "Both of you get out of here! I dare you to come back, Billy! Just see what'll happen if you do! And you, Juan! I'm going to tell Rosa!" And with that, Penny stomped off.

"No! Please don't- Crap."

As they guard took the two away, George turned and took Sylvia's face in his hands. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

Still frowning, distracted, Sylvia replied, "No, but that nutjob freaking KISSED me! I'm NOT OKAY! Do I look okay? Because I'm so not okay! AND he tried to use TONGUE! EWWWWW! I'm disturbed! I'm violated! I'm appa- What are you doing?"

George leaned for a little bit more. "Sylvia."

"What?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Sylvia's eyes shot open in shock. "What? But I- I mean you- We just-" Behind her, a sandaled foot met with her calf. "Yes."

George dipped down a bit and kissed her lips softly, still holding her face in his hands. When he drew back, her eyes were closed serenly. "Is that better?"

"Uh-huh."

Fred grinned at his brother, then put his arm around Killian. "So, what is this place?"

Apparently, this place was for cartoon lovers, as the twins understood it. And Sylvia and Killian fit in just fine with the freaks and geeks present. When they finally left at about 5:45 for some food, Fred and George were exhausted from following the two around.

"So, were are we gonna go for dinner?" Fred asked.

George added, "We can make it a date."

Both girls blushed. Sylvia's was present all the way down to her very-noticable cleavage. When she looked down away from him, she groaned. "I should never have worn this stupid thing! It's too revealing!"

George laughed. "A bit. Anyway, where-"

Killian held up a hand. "I need a shower before we go anywhere. This gel sucks."

"And this wig is itchy," Sylvia added, scratching her head. "Also, I need to wear... something else..."

Laughing, the twins agreed and they headed back to Killian and Sylvia's hotel.

As Killian was in the shower, Sylvia pulled off the wig and brushed her hair, digging through her luggage for something else to wear. "So... ow... You guys go to school in England?"

Fred glanced at his brother. "Er... not anymore."

"We, uh, graduated." George added.

Sylvia laughed. "No college? Eh, you don't look like the college type anyway." A pause. "I'm just gonna leave the spankies on." She stopped brushing, leaving the brush tangled in her hair, and pulled on a pair of jeans underneath the kimono. "I take it you don't have girlfriends?" Sylvia glanced over her shoulder, giving them a cold, stare as she buttoned the jeans.

Fred grinned as she glared and tugged the brush out of her hair. "Not unless you count yourself and Killian."

The brush clattered to the ground and Sylvia turned around again. "I- I-" She snatched a random shirt and ran to the bathroom, yanking open the door and getting a load of steam in her face. "I need to change! Don't mind me, Killian!"

"Syl!"

George pushed his brother off the bed. "Remember what Hermione said. We shouldn't get too close to them. We're going to have to go back."

Fred rolled his eyes. "George, I've been thinking. Why can't we be with them?"

George wrinkled his brow. "Because we live in England and they live OVER SEAS."

"We're wizards, George! I can't believe you didn't think of this. We have access to floo powder, don't we? Why couldn't we just come back and forth? We can take care of the shop and come back here!"

"For how long, Fred? How long could we keep that up?"

Fred opened his mouth to reply, but Sylvia's head peeked out of the bathroom. "What are two doing?"

They looked up at her. In, for once genuine, innocent unison, they replied, "Nothing."

She nodded and stepped out, wearing a black shirt and the orange arm warmers still, along with fresh make-up. She looked a bit like the pretty version of Halloween. George unwillingly noticed her still-present cleavage as she pulled the shirt up again. "I have to change again. This is not what I meant to wear."

George bit back an objection as she dug through the luggage again.

Fred frowned at him and, mimicking the look on his twin's face with his voice, he said, "Don't change. I like that shirt."

George flared bright red, along with Sylvia, punching his brother's arm just before she turned back to them. "Okay then. I guess I can wear this one."

George nodded and swallowed.

Killian emerged from the bathroom, clean and dry, and her hair straightened. "Okay! I'm ready! Hey, I thought you were gonna change out of the sexy sh- OW! Okay..." Killian swallowed the pain throbbing in her foot. In a squeak, she asked, "So, where to now?"

Fred and George exchanged a look. Harry had prepared them for going out, just in case, and they four boys had gone through the phone book the previous night. "We heard about The Hard Rock Cafe?"

"Is that okay?"

Killian's eyes widened and Sylvia's brow furrowed. "Expensive," they both commented.

George stood and took Sylvia's hand. "I get the feeling you're worth it." Sylvia was turning a somewhat endearing shade of purple.

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