A/N: haha lets see how this works…HP/CCS crossover? Should be fun if my inspiration doesn't crumble into nothingness. ( Btw I was gonna do this as an It Girl/CCS crossover. If you think that would work better, I'll change it. Btw, Sakura has white Mokona but not black Mokona, at least not yet. She gets black Mokona later in the story. R & R, pls!!!

I was fidgeting on top of the wood desk I was sitting on. I sat on my hands, I crossed my legs and uncrossed them again, and I kept staring at the door. I hadn't seen my BFF's, Ariana Brians and Yuki Pgawa, since my Last Splash end-of-summer party. I missed them soooooo much. Yuki had texted me yesterday, saying that she had Charms with me first period, but that Ariana had no classes with us until fourth period, which was quidditch practice, and then we all went to yearbook and then lunch. She sent another one this morning saying that the new kid was definitely a guy. Hope he's hawt, she'd written. Yeah, there are like no hot guys at Hogwarts! Arrrrgh!

The sound of the classroom door being flung open interrupted my thoughts. It crashed recklessly into the wall, but the girl on the other side didn't even notice. "Sakura-chan!!!"

"I jumped off the desk. "Yuki-san!!!" I squealed. We hugged happily, squealing "Yaaaay!!!" and "I missed yoooooou!!!" in high-pitched squeaky voices.

Someone behind us cleared their throat. "If I can interrupt the little love fest, I gotta get to my desk."

Yuki whipped around, after releasing me. One hand was perched on her hip and her normally sweet (although mischievous, I'll admit!) brown eyes screaming death. He was rather odd looking, with one normal eye and another that was strangely googly. He had patchy brown hair and wore peculiarly ratty clothes. A chunk of his nose seemed to be…missing. She opened her mouth to tell off the intruder but saw his black binders quickly. She recognized the firm, authorative face that all Hogwarts teachers seemed to have. Immediately, her bitter scowl was replaced by a smile so sweet, it nearly gave me a zit. "Sorry, sensei!" she cooed, smoothing her black, gray, and light blue plaid skirt.

"Sensei?" he repeated, confusion clouding his scarred face.

"Yuki, we're not in Tokyo anymore," I hissed at her.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment. "Oops," she whispered back. Then she turned to our teacher again. "Um, sorry. We came here from Tokyo last year, and I guess I'm just not as well adjusted as I thought."

"She still takes notes in Japanese sometimes," I chirped. She dug her index finger into the bag of my leg, silently scolding me. "Ow," I whisper-hissed at her. She widened her eyes as though to say, "Sorry, but you deserved it."

Other kids were coming in now, so Yuki and I fast-walked (after reading the Clique books, Yuki refused to run. Ever.) over to our seats, where we'd placed our bags earlier that morning. The bell rang as soon as Yuki had sat down. She looked at me as though she were thinking, "Thank god!"

Other kids were scrambling towards their seats before the teacher noticed. When everyone had settled, the desks in front of Yuki and I were left empty. We exchanged glances, knowing full well that the new kid would have to sit either in front of either Yuki or me. Hermione Granger sat behind Yuki, and they smiled at each other. They'd been penpals back when Yuki and I were still living in Tokyo, and she was the one who had convinced us to come to Hogwarts. Behind me sat Malfoy, who had a weird crush on Yuki. No matter how many times she'd told him to get a life, he still was there to piss her off. Seeing him, Yuki let out a small whimper and looked at me. "Think we can switch up a row?" she whispered to me.

Before I could reply, the door was thrown open. A girl with black hair that was falling out of its side ponytail came bursting in. She handed the teacher a slip of blue paper and he nodded, saying calmly, "Excused, Cho." The girl grinned and came over to sit in front of Yuki. "Hey," she whispered to us. We nodded in recognition and Yuki smiled. We watched as the teacher wrote his name on the chalkboard. The little piece of white chalk just floated up on its own and wrote out "Professor Moody" in messy letters that resembled those on haunted houses (like the signs that say "Keep Out!")

Yuki opened her mouth to comment, but the door was opened again and her attention was diverted. The boy who was on the other side looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him. But I knew I remembered the way his floppy brown hair fell into his gold-flecked brown eyes. Yuki giggled, and I whispered, "So does he meet your criteria as 'hot'?"

She giggled. "Yup."

I nodded. Yes, he was.Where had I seen him? I asked Yuki, but she was too busy trying not to laugh. The only thing she'd say was "Oooooh, you'll see, Sakura-chan!"

By now, the guy had given the teacher a slip of blue paper to excuse his tardy. The teacher nodded. "Excused, Syaoran."

My eyebrows must have shot up into my hair. "YUKI! Why didn't you tell meeeeee?" I whisper-screamed at her. "Omigod, omigod, OMIGOD!" And to think I'd agreed that he was hot! Eep!

Yuki chuckled nervously. "Don't kill me," she whispered back. "But I didn't want you to flip out on me. Should've known it's unavoidable."

"Shit! He's coming!" I squeaked. I hid behind my Charms textbook. He tried to peer over the top, but I ducked down and began digging through my white canvas tote bag (it had some sketches of my pet, Mokona, on it). Yuki started cracking up. I side-glanced at her, without lifting my head, and hissed, "Glad you're enjoying yourself!" Suddenly, I felt hot breath on my cheek.

"Saku-chan!"

"Shit."

"C'mon, that's not my name…"

I straightened up. "Right, right, sorry. Shitface, I forgot! Soooo sorry."

"You always were the more irritable one."

"You always were the dense one," I snapped, growing tired of this convo. "And that's sarcastic, not irritable."

"Whatever. And that's stupid, not dense!" He was still grinning away.

"Whatever, bozu." I rolled my eyes.

"Saku-chan, wha-"

At that moment, both Yuki and I leaned over and flicked him on the back of the head. Yuki had sharp nails. Not long, no, but sharp. (Trust me, I know.)

After we flicked him, he called out in this whiny voice, "Professor Moody, these girls are hurting me!"

Professor Moody didn't even look up from whatever he was scribbling down on the scrolls on his desk. "I saw nothing," he said. "Girls, did you harm Syaoran?"

"Oh, no, Professor! Nothing he didn't deserve." We made our eyes as big and Bambi-like as possible. Our pouts were filled with identical innocence.

Malfoy snickered. "Those mean girls hurt poor Syaoran? Oh, poor little baby," he said in a whiny voice. He snorted, and resumed his usual annoying voice. "Loser."

"Malfoy!" Professor Moody barked. "What are you doing, Malfoy?" He paused. "Or should I say Flying Ferret?"

Malfoy flinched, remembering the (for him) terrifying and (for everyone else) hilarious time Professor Moody had transformed him into a ferret and bounced him around like basketball.

"Now then girls, if you didn't do anything he didn't deserve, then I can't punish you, now can I?"

"Oh, no, professor."

"Alrighty, then."

"Welcome to WW III," Yuki whispered. "This is gonna be fun."

A/N: Haha, wonder what exactly Yuki's idea of fun is… if I get this right, it'll be Sakura's idea of hell. R & R!!! Syaoran's POV is next, kay?