Sexy Dragons and Bench Snogging  

Hallo, peoples! Ready for the next chappie? All right then! ::cracks knuckles:: Off we go, into the land of…Insanity! OHOHHOHOHOHOHOHO!

P.S. If I owned ANY of this, do you think all of these characters would be in here at the same time? NO! Just be thankful I haven't had anything too horrible in here.

Yet.

Well then! Hee, hee, let's get going, shall we?

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Hermione's jaw dropped. "J-Japan? How are we going to get back to England?!

"

Harry gave her an accusatory glance. "I thought you had the Portkey."

"No, I—Wait, didn't we give it to Ron?" asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

Harry blinked then. "Er, yeah we did, actually."

"Then where is Ron?"

"I don't KNOW!"

"HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND!"

"YEAH, WELL, SO ARE YOU!"

Hermione had nothing to say to this, so she just crossed her arms and glared at Harry.

Sakura and Syaoran exchanged looks, and wisely stayed silent.

Tomoyo, however piped up. "Erm…Well, why don't you clue us in? What's a Portkey?"

"Aren't they muggles?" asked Harry to Hermione.

"I don't…know." she replied.

Eriol laughed then. "We're not Muggles," he cut in, smiling.

"How do we—"

"Go to Hogwarts, do you?" Eriol interrupted Harry. "I thought as much, Harry. Sakura and Syaoran here aren't…well, educated like you two are, but that's because they are involved in different magics, like elemental, for instance."

"Ooh," said Hermione keenly. "Elemental magic hasn't been practiced for centuries!"

Tomoyo noted that Syaoran looked the tiniest bit smug, and with good reason. He and Sakura were the most powerful forces in the magical community, and—

Her train of thought was broken as a voice, from far away started shouting. "HARRY!!! HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE HAVE YOU GOT TO?!"

"I take it that's Ron?" asked Sakura sweetly.

"Yes, it is," Hermione replied, grinning.

"OI, RON!" yelled Harry back, waving.

A tall, freckled boy ran up, slightly sweaty. "You git," he panted. "Gin and me looked every where for you!"

"And Ginny would be where…?"

Ron blanched, and spun around, only to see…well, air.

"Hey guys!" chirped a voice. It was a pretty, redheaded girl with and a similar pattern of freckles on her face, who was presumably Ginny, who had seemed to simply…appear out of nowhere. 

"Ginny." Said Ron, still breathing hard. "You're not supposed to apparate yet! You're too young! There are LAWS!"

"Oh, laws, shmaws," she said with a wave of her hand, tossing her red hair that her brother shared. "They were made to be broken."

"I like her thinking," commented Eriol innocently.

Ron gave Eriol the evil eye, then turned it onto Ginny. "Have you been spending too much time with George and Fred?" He demanded.

"Possibly."

Ron and Ginny bickered for a while, bantering back and forth, while Sakura, Syaoran and Eriol were having a quick mental discussion.

This is just weird.

State something OTHER than the obvious, next time, Eriol.

My apologies, dear descendent, I merely—

Sakura cut him off. Sorry, Eriol, but this is getting out of hand. People popping out of the air? And why was Harry chasing you anyway? And why are all of these…Saiya-jins here?

Sorry Sakura, no Vanilla Coke to satisfy your curiosity.

Be quiet, Li.

So we're back to last name basis, eh?

Sakura smiled mentally. Maybe.

Eriol interrupted Syaoran's unspoken sentence. As much as I'd love to watch you to have a flirty mental argument, now really isn't the time.

Eriol, shut UP, Syaoran mentally growled. Before I hurt you, really, really badly.

Who needs fists when you have thread? Replied Eriol, a smirk broad on his mouth.

Eriol, I hate you. Syaoran snapped, rolling his eyes.

At that, all three shut down their mental connections, and Sakura grinned. "Sheesh, well that wasn't very productive."

"What wasn't?" asked Hermione.

Sakura glanced at Syaoran. "Well we just had a very unproductive conversation."

"Oh."

"So—what are we going to do, just sit around and wait for somebody?" asked Tomoyo, shutting off of her camera, placing back in her bag.

Eriol shrugged. "I guess, unless we find out why all of these people are here."

Hermione shrugged. "I really don't know why we're here. Well, we came because Harry and Ginny could sense powerful Dark Magic coming from here." She looked around. "But there doesn't seem to be anything wrong."

Syaoran muttered, "I don't know about that. Eriol's pretty damn evil, if you ask me."

Ginny frowned. "Now there is someone who's evil," she replied, looking into the distance.

Everyone turned to look.

"Not MALFOY!?" gaped Ron.

Harry twitched. "He's everywhere now."

"He's actually pretty hot." Replied Ginny, eyes misty. "His blond hair is so cute!"

Hermione nodded in agreement. "Yes, he DOES look dashing in his green Quidditch robes."

Hermione and Ginny started giggling quite madly about the blond boy.

"Kill. Me. Now." that came from Harry.

Ron looked green, and it clashed with his hair quite horribly. "Bleargh."

To this, the CCS gang had nothing to say.

Draco walked—er, waltzed up, smiling genially.

"Hallo, all."

"BASTARD!" roared Ron, lunging at him. Hermione scowled, as she, Ginny, and Harry grabbed the back of Ron's shirt.

"Don't kill him right now," Hermione hissed. "You'll get blood all over your new shoes."

"New shoes, eh, Weasel? I couldn't tell—well, new, I guess meaning that they're second hand. I see now. Oh, and I wouldn't talk about killing me. I am right here, you know."  Draco replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Is that why the air suddenly smelled foul?" wondered Harry outloud.

"No one asked you, Potty." Snapped Draco. "I came here for Weasley." They somehow knew he meant Ginny, who blushed.

"What do you mean?!" yelled Ron.

"Well…I think I fancy him." Ginny squeaked, face hot.

Hermione giggled. "You'll have such adorable children!" she clapped her hands.

Harry eyeballed Hermione. "Herm, would you shut up?" he asked sweetly. And he seized her and kissed her.

"Wow." Said Eriol. "Such directness. I love it."

And this is what the next ten minutes sounded like:

Ginny looked Draco up and down. "Wow, Draco, you're looking better every time I look at you!"

"Well I AM pretty hot, aren't I?"

"I'll say."

Ron cried, aghast, "GINNY, that's MALFOY!" he wailed.

"Um…so?"

Ron just about fainted.

Draco blinked as he realized Ginny raised her eyebrow at him, signaling for him to say something. Or she could have been signaling for something else. "Vixen," he murmured. Ron looked sick. "Um, yeah! What she said! So?!" Draco demanded hastily.

Ron sat down on the cement, and started rocking back and forth, eyes glazed, and he started to sing a song.

"My sister's dating an evil guy

I really think she must be high

Harry and Hermione

I'm sure they're bride and groom to be

For they are snogging quite passionatley…

On that bench!

I myself need a wench

But I am all ALOOOOONE!"

"Nice tune," said Eriol, snapping his fingers along to it as if it were catchy. "Has a real nice beat."

Syaoran rolled his eyes.

Sakura took in the scene, and sighed. Draco and Ginny had started making out, as Harry and Hermione were on the bench, so that was occupied. Videl was yelling at Gohan, Goku and Vegeta were sparring, and Piccolo was talking to Dende, who had materialized out of nowhere.

"Tomoyo and Eriol are making out in a tree

And everyone's forgotten about me

No one cares what I do or say

Cuz they all hate me any way!

Sakura and Li are—"

Sakura and Syaoran blushed quite violently, but Ron hiccuped sadly three times in a row and proceeded to forget about their line.

"My sister's dating a huge fat git—"

"I AM NOT FAT!" then a whispered, "Am I really, Ginny-kins?"

"Of course you're not, Dracy-poo! Ron's just being a prat, that's all."  

My ex-girlfriend and my best friend are sharing spit

Oh, I am sitting here unhappilly

But that is how it's meant to be,

MEAAAAANT TOOOO BEE!"

"Aww, Ronnie-kins, don't cry," purred a sweet voice from behind Ron. He jumped. Could that be a purring female voice that came from behind him that was addressing him? Ron wildly looked next to him, seeing only air. Perhaps he had hallucinated the voice. Ron turned around.

 "CHO?!" 

Cho shrugged. "You're cute Ron, and YOU don't have a scar." Ron's face and ears were stained a maroon that matched the stripes on his socks.

"Erm." Was all he could say.

And then he saw a girl standing behind Cho.

"And Fleur! I thought you were dating Bill!"

"Well you see, Bill met some Eegyptian woman and 'e left me all alone, 'ee wants to give 'are relationship a rest. So I see you, and decide you are much more attractive zan yor bruzzer Bill."

"I just want some." Piped up Cho, sidling next to Ron, who looked like a radish with a third degree burn. 

" 'Zees ees true! I myself like tall men, not leetle ones like 'arry Potter. And I like your freckles," cooed Fleur.

"I do too! They're positivley adorable!"

"I 'ad 'im first you 'ogwarts ninny!"

"You blonde french twit! He's mine!"

Ron, who seemed to regain some semblance of normalcy, soothed,  "Now, now, ladies, there's enough of Ron Weasley to go around!"  Both bickering teenage girls glaring at eachother murderously went underneath an arm of Ron's each silently.  "There now, that's better!"

Cho craned her neck to look up at her red-headed man. "You really are quite the pimp, Ron," and she shot him a suggestive look through lowered lashes.

Fleur drew circles on his shoulder. "You are so dashing, Ron," cooed Fleur, tossing her long silvery-blond hair behind her shoulder, eyes wide and innocent. "Like my knight in shining armor, on a 'orse." Then she glared at Cho. "You are zee old nag, are you not?"

Cho shot her an evil, smouldering glare back, and made a rude gesture.

Ron looked down at the two girls and said sternly, "Now behave, or I'll punish you."

"Is that a promise?" asked Fleur hopefully.

Cho looked disgusted.

Ron, however, blushed.

Yep. Now that THAT chapter is out of the way…I know, it wasn't quite as CCS-y as I would have hoped, but I guess that's the way things turn out sometimes! Don't worry, in the next chapter, there will be much more fluff for all of the couples…(trios?) but I can't say that everything will be as right as rain.

Toodles!