Harry Potter and The Host Club

Chapter 3

Dedicated to NarcolepticInsomniac
I wanted to say sorry I though the story loaded but apparently not.....so here's the update!!!!

Warnings: Slash, book spoilers, manga spoilers, angst, clichés, brooding, chocolate abuse, reflected-upon child abuse, trauma, crude language, mentioned character death, Ron bashing, Ginny bashing, Dumbles bashing, evtual mild sexual situations, AU for books 5, 6, and 7 of Harry Potter. Filler chapter.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and her affiliates. Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori and her (it is a her, right?) affiliates.

Features: Independent!Brooding!Isolationist!Harry, Clingy!Paternal!Sirius, and the host-bu guys being themselves

Chapter 3

Golden week was over, and school was back in session. The end of Harry's time at the beach had been better than the start, as the Host Club only visited the one night and he was there for two days. With the Hosts present, everything had been too chaotic as Fujioka showed off her lack of understanding regarding basic human emotion. While her club-mates had apparently been trying to spook her (Mori with a harpoon had been a dead giveaway), she had run off to help some girls who were being harassed only to fall off the cliff and not even bothering to thank Suou for saving her, or apologize for making everyone worry.

Dinner that night had been quite the affair as well as she and the King held a small food-war, and Nekozawa couldn't even use his own dining room because she had turned the lights back on. Harry had left to keep him company after deciding that he didn't like crab, but then the hosts had appeared and saw the Black Magic President without his black garb and wig. Harry had barely saved the third year from being questioned to death. Both had been glad when the Hosts left the next day before Harry could hex them all... though it would have been worth the 100 galleon fine per hexed-muggle (who would have, by consequence, indoctrinated into the magical world, and would have Harry cost yet another 100 galleons for revealing the magical world to them).

In all honesty, the rest of that week had gone well, and even the week after, when they were back at school. However, Mondays were special. Harry should have remembered that from the old cartoon about a fat cat that Dudley used to watch; Mondays were bad.

It had started off simply enough. Fujioka was running late from the library, with only twenty minutes until the Host club started and she still had to pick up "commoner food" for Suou. Harry had offered to go in her stead lest the Shadow King increase her debt. Buying the food was easy, too, as he went to the supermarket often.

It was, however, after he had apparated back to school grounds (behind a building of course), that anything happened. He bumped into someone. This someone was a surprising tall woman in a very-much-men's suit with the Ouran crest on its chest. He apologized of course, picking of the groceries and chivalrously taking on the blame (it was his to take after all, as he'd been day dreaming), yet the girl just glared at him.

"I'm really sorry, ma'am," Harry apologized again as he stood up properly and bowed. "My head was in the clouds, you see, and I'm terribly sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I? I wouldn't want my clumsiness to be the fault of anyone getting hurt."

"Aren't you full of yourself?" The woman snorted, looking down at Harry. A feminist. She started ranting at him about female beauty and how men were all pigs or something... he wasn't really paying attention.

"As I said, I am sorry that I bumped into you, and I hope I haven't made you run late or harmed you in any manner," Harry repeated, slightly miffed, "however now I'm running a tad late, so I will be leaving. Have a nice day." With that, Harry walked passed the cross-dresser and went inside. He just wanted to study! Why was it that oddity always followed him?