A/N: Hey, major 8th HP book spoilers here don't read if you don't wanna know who dies! (

Oh and lots of thanks to all of my mighty-mighty 3 reviewers!!! (one of which was my beta reader, Massiekur-Holababe) Hello, where have my reviewers gone? M-H said she was telling her friends about my story! C'mon, peoples, review!

Oh yeah, and M-H? I read ur story and yes, I'm a girl!!! I'm gonna assume u r too… Gawd forbid there are MALE Clique readers!!! Too borrow one of ur words, M-H, eep!!! Anyway, on with the story...

Syaoran's POV

"Dude? Anyone in there?" Ron Weasley was waving his hand in front of my face.

"Sorry," I said, and stopped watching Sakura. "What were you saying?"

"I was complaining about how spaced out you were. No signs of life in you! You just sat there and nodded. I asked you if there was a brain somewhere in there and you were like, 'Nope. What do you think?'" Ron laughed. "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing!"

Harry looked over his shoulder. He saw that I'd been watching the girls' Griffindor table. "Met a girl?"

"No!" Then I paused sheepishly. I'd never been able to tell a lie. "Well…I already knew her."

"Is she an ex?"

"No," I snapped. This was getting way too personal.

"You wish," Ron said, laughing.

Desperate to distract them, I turned on Ron. "Hey, I heard you had a crush on a certain someone…"

"Nope," Ron replied. He grinned, obviously enjoying not having a crush people could taunt him about.

I turned on Harry. "Well, I know you do!"

"Wha-? Who told you?" Harry's face turned redder than Ron's hair.

Ron cracked up. "Well, you only kissed her in your 5th year. Remember?"

"Dude!" Harry punch Ron's arm.

"Sorry, but you did!"

I laughed, glad the attention was off of me. Harry's face now matched the roses in the middle of the long tables.

Just then, Cho walked by the table. "Oh, hi, Harry," she said, and kept walking.

Harry's face was so red that if it got any darker, his face would be black.

"Hi Cho," he squeaked, turning painfully red.

Cho giggled as she walked off towards the Ravenclaw table.

Ron cracked up, causing Cho to look over her shoulder at him. "Problem?"

"No," Ron said, gaping for air before cracking up again.

"Shut up, Weasley!" Harry scolded. "Dude, you-"

A pack of giggly first-years were standing not too far away. They shoved one forward and she bumped into the table. "Ummm…hiI'mCassieandlikeOMGthere'sabookaboutyourlife...wellactuallyeightofthem.OMGtheirnotveryaccuratecausethelastoneithinktheysaidyoudied." The girl was an insanely fast-talker. She was hiding behind a curtain of black hair that fell flat on either side of her face. She was also very short.

Harry looked at her, his dark-red face blank. "What?"

"Um, there's books about you and the last one said you died." She still spoke quickly, but I could at least tell which word was which.

"Ohhhh-kay then…" Harry shifted uncomfortably. "But I didn't, so no worries, right?"

"Unless that was a prediction…" Ron said, laughing. The girl scurried away, right into the middle of the pack of girls she'd come from. She was enclosed in the circle but they could hear her telling her friends about what she'd just heard.

"Ron?"

"Yup."

"Shut it."

A/N: So yeah I know I made Ron totally…un-Ron-ish but that's cause I felt like it (

Again, if you think tis story would work better as a CCS/ It Girl crossover rather than a CCS/HP crossover, tell me in a review and I'll fix it, kay? Thnx again!!! Luv u all…