Dance To The Beat Of Your Heart (Ouran HSHC fanfic)

End Of The Year Dance

Haruhi twirled in front of the full length mirror, and groaned. "I hate dresses." She told her dad, who was doing their makeup. "You'll have fun with those club friends of yours! Just let me know if any of them misbehave, mostly that Tamaki boy..." Haruhi tuned out her dad's rambling as she combed her hair. "Okay dad, I can take care of myself." She sighed, thinking how she wished her mom were there. 

Haruhi walked quietly into the ball room at the Ouran High School that evening, and was immediately swarmed by the boys of the host club. "Wow Haruhi" The twins were pulling at her dress and tweaking her hair. Mori kissed her hand and nodded, which was a milestone for him. "Dance with me!" Tamaki mused and swept Haruhi onto the dance floor. They danced around the pink and cream decorated room for at least half an hour, before the next boy came to sweep her away. Kyoya took Haruhi's small hand in his bigger one, and danced with her expertly. Haruhi couldn't think of anything Kyoya didn't do expertly. "I'm sorry I left you with him so long... Renge was gushing about her latest cosplay." He laughed quietly. He leaned down to whisper in Haruhi's ear. "You're a wonderful dancer." She felt herself blush before he spun her outwards into Tamaki's arms, who had been throwing a fit around them for a good fifteen minutes. Haruhi resisted the urge to whine. Tamaki was charming and beyond beautiful, but there was something about Kyoya she couldn't resist. 

After the dancing had come to a halt to announce the name of the queen of the ball, Haruhi slipped to the side of the room to taste some fancy tuna. The twins had insisted on it being at the dance based on Haruhi's strong liking for the fish. She took a big bite, just as Honey came up behind her and started laughing. "Haruhi! I made a cake for you!" He smiled and held it up for her. "Oh wow." She said, and took it from him. She handed Honey a slice, because she knew he would be upset if she didn't, and Haruhi didn't want to listen to a rant from Mori. And by listen to a rant, this means be glared at for half an hour while he says, "Never do that again." aggressively. 

Above the ball room loomed a large balcony. Some of the sponsors sat there, drinking fine wine or discussing the clean up. Two men sat at the front, having a heated conversation. "Who's that fine girl dancing with your son?" Mr. Ootori asked the man next to him. The principal smiled. "That's Haruhi Fujioka, Our new honor student. She was stuck with the host club after accidentally breaking a vase." The principal, Mr. Suoh knew all about this, being Tamaki's father. "She would make a fine wife for my son." Mr. Ootori said sharply. Tamaki's father looked like he was eating something sour. "Tamaki is quite set on charming her." He spoke bitterly. "Is that so?" The other man asked, getting an evil gleam in his eyes. "Shall we settle this the fair way?" Mr. Suoh asked. Mr. Ootori nodded, already mentally planning ways to sabotage Tamaki's efforts.  

Below the balcony, the hosts continued their dancing and flirting; Unaware of the trouble to come.