Harry Potter and The Host Club

Chapter 6

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

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

Features: Independent!Brooding!Isolationist!Harry, Clingy!Paternal!Sirius, and the host guys being themselves (plus extra characters today!)

Chapter 6

"This stuff isn't as great as it's made out to be," Fred grumbled, poking at his bowl of beef ramen with disdain. "What kind of soup–"

"Has egg in it?" George echoed. Neither of them were having much luck with their chopsticks as they attempted to pick up noodles by swirling them in the bowl like a plate of spaghetti and coming up with only one noodle at a time. Harry had offered to ask for forks, but they declined. Both were obviously regretting it now.

"Ramen is more than just soup," Harry muttered, rolling his eyes as he tucked into his miso ramen. He had first tried it at Sirius' insistence in late March, a few days before he was set to start at Ouran, and had to admit that it was pretty good. His chopsticks gracefully picked out a swirly naruto while he watched the twins fail with their own. "And you could take the egg out. It's not that hard."

"Not happening!" They snapped back in unison. Harry sighed and decided to ignore their antics, knowing it wouldn't let up. Usually, they were the most genial people around, but they seemed a bit aggravated with him. Probably the whole "moving to Japan and not telling them" thing. No matter what had them mad at him, though, they were getting on his nerves, George especially since he seemed to be instigating most of the complaining.

"If you don't like something, do something about it, or keep quiet; I can't help it if you don't like egg in your soup and can't use chopsticks," Harry retorted, taking a vicious bite of the noodles he had pulled from his bowl. Both glared half-heartedly before picking up their eggs from their bowls (clumsily) and depositing them in the waste bin next to their table. "Was that so hard?"

"No," Fred murmured as he speared one of the fish cakes on a chop stick, no longer bothering to even attempt to use them properly. He glanced across the small table at Harry before speaking again. "So, what's up with you and those guys?"

"The Host Club?" Harry asked rhetorically, getting an immediate affirmative from both twins. "I have a business arrangement with Ootori Kyouya; essentially I rent one of the rooms that shoot off of their club room so that I can study in peace. Madame Pince would have a fit if she came to any of the libraries in that school; it's louder in them than the Gryffindor Common Room after a win at Quidditch, and the girls all scream like banshees at the littlest things. The room I borrow is essentially sound-proofed and ideal for when I want to stay after school or do some reading without Sirius attacking me."

The twins exchanged unnecessary glances. "That, Harry, doesn't explain –"

"Why you gave them Hogwarts." Fred finished, giving Harry a steady gaze that spoke of curiosity that wouldn't die with the simple explanation he had given. Harry diverted his eyes back to his ramen and ate another mouthful of noodles as he contemplated what to say.