This is the first story that I have ever written.

It has been revised and edited a few times, and I feel no shame in doing that.

I won't rant about how you're flaming me unless you're being insulting beyond reason. So please don't feel the need to spare my feelings and tell me how I can improve this story :)

"Ha~ru~hi!" Hikaru and Kaoru chorused from behind Haruhi's desk.

"What?"

"Aw, is Haru-chan angry with us?" Hikaru asked with a pout

"Did we do something wrong?"

"You'd be angry too if you had to wake up at midnight because a certain pair of twins called you because they needed help with math homework," she glanced at Kaoru, who shrugged, "..and history." She glanced at Hikaru, who did the same.

"We're sorry Haruhi, we promise we'll make it up to you."

Haruhi sighed. "I don't mind helping you, but next time, try calling at a more reasonable hour please." Hikaru and Kaoru gave her an army salute in response.

"I apologize for being late, class, I was doing some last minute work at the front office. Now, take your seats." Said Yamaguchi-Sensei, the teacher of the class 1-A. Everybody shuffled to their seats. "Fujioka-san?" There were murmurs of confusion echoing throughout the room.

Haruhi stood up, the twins looking at her with apprehension. "Yes, Sensei?"

"Am I to understand that you are quite literate in English?"

"Yes." Haruhi looked surprised. She half expected to be in trouble.

"And I assume you are capable of holding a conversation of high school standards or higher?"

"Yes, Sensei."

"Please come to the front, Fujioka-san. Settle down, you would not appreciate it if it was you. Settle down, now." The teacher told the class, chastising them for their merciless whispers. Haruhi stood next to her desk, confused and slightly afraid. She glanced at the doorway, noticed Harry standing there, looking at her with curious eyes. A shiver went up her spine that she took no significant notice of.

"Would you be willing to translate for an exchange student, Fujioka-san?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry this is so sudden, I was wondering if you could act as his translator. I'm not quite sure why other arrangements couldn't have been made." Yamaguchi-sensei was extra careful at being quiet now, as she didn't want the entire class prying into Harry's life. "..And it does seem like you two have many classes together." The teacher looked at her clipboard. "All of them, actually. It's quite strange."

"I would be glad to, but am I really the only person in this class who knows English? Not to sound rude, Sensei!"

"Well, your marks in Conversational English are the highest." She chuckled.

"Then, I have no objections." Haruhi said, smiling. The teacher thanked her.

"In all honesty, this came as a surprise to me too. I'd like to welcome your newest classmate, Potter, Harry. He's a transfer student from England, so make sure you are the best representatives of this country you can be." The class was full of excited whispers at the mention of a new student. Yamaguchi-sensei gestured for Harry to enter, and when he did, Haruhi's face showed subtle but noticeable traces of pink. Harry began to blush quite a bit too. Hikaru's fist tightened. Haruhi bowed to him, still keeping her eyes up, and Harry did the same.

The heads of the girls in the class moved in unison from Harry to Haruhi, to Harry, to Haruhi. They all had serious looks on their faces. Renge could be heard in the background, quietly whispering "The fanfiction, the fan art, the endless possibilities of MOE~!"

"Here is where you introduce yourself, Potter-san." Haruhi said, encouraging him.

Harry took out a notecard he had brought with him, and regretted not researching some type of magic to aid him. "I...Itadakimasu!" He looked at Haruhi questioningly, who tried to stifle a laugh. The class was full of small giggles.

"What, is he going to hand out snacks to us?" One boy sneered to his friend.

"This is coming from Mr. I-called-my-dad-a-motherfucker. Who even does that? That was fucked up." The first boy frowned.

"I don't think that cheatsheet will get you very far." Haruhi said. Harry stared at the card, then at Haruhi, then at the class. He tore up the notecard and threw it away, which made the class laugh even more. "Smooth." Haruhi notices Yamaguchi-sensei gesturing for Haruhi to make her way over to Harry. "Oh! Hello, I'm Haruhi Fujioka, I'm just another student, but I'm sort of your translator now. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Harry. I grew up only knowing English." Haruhi laughed, then translated for the class, and then they laughed. Harry felt quite proud of himself. "Well that's not completely true, I can speak a little bit of Chinese."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

{Really?}

{Oh, yeah.}

{That's great! I finally have someone I can talk to in Chinese!}

{I'm not that great.} Harry said, flustered {I actually did grow up speaking mostly English.}

"Alright, alright, that's quite enough. Please show him to his seat, Fujioka-san." Yamaguchi-sensei bowed to Harry. "Welcome to Ouran Academy." The girls were having a great time, watching the two of them bond over Chinese. Harry was feeling pretty good about his first day. Haruhi pointed him to his seat, which was the empty desk next to her own. "We're going to continue with the 3rd year Around the Globe presentations, so you may converse with each other as our student representative gets here and prepares to present. No getting out of your seats." The other students kept on glancing at Harry, the attention was starting to make him uncomfortable.

"Ask him if he watched Misfits." Hikaru said

"He wants to know if you've watched Misfits." Haruhi said.

"I don't watch much T.V, I'd rather read or go outside or something."

"Really? I'd love to spend more time outside, but it's just me and my dad at home, so getting the chores done takes forever."

Hikaru was angry at Haruhi for not following up on his question. 'Crap, now she's starting to turn her body in her seat towards him- great, now he's turning his body toward- Just stop moving closer to each other! Man, one European and now she's too good for us. Now it's gonna be "Can Potter-san join the Host Club?" and "Can Potter-san come to the beach with us?" and then this guy's just gonna be standing there with those stupid foreign-ass eyes of his - well, I supposed green eyes are pretty rare here- and- WILL YOU TWO JUST STOP BRINGING YOUR BODIES CLOSER TO ONE ANOTHER? FOR PETE'S SAKE.'. Kaoru wanted to comfort Hikaru, but didn't want to enrage him any more. In all honesty, he was also pretty jealous of the newcomer's new place in Haruhi's heart. So much romantic tension in the room was bringing up feelings for him that he had worked very hard to bury.

"Ah, you're here now. That's fine, we'll start in a few minutes. The projector has to warm up anyway." Yamaguchi-sensei said. In walked Nekozawa, causing the once cheery room to be filled with a certain aura of darkness. The other students watched in awe as the otherwise exceedingly abnormal boy was doing such.. such normal things, like handing a thumb drive to the teacher, or speaking without that eerie, haunting smile.

Today, he was not going to put on theatrics. He glanced in Harry and Haruhi's direction, then gave his attention to the rest of the class. "Good morning. My name is Nekozawa, Umehito. I would like to start my presentation by showing you all a short movie of my mother's Motherland," This earned him a roar of laughter from the class.

Okay, maybe he wasn't going to give up all of the theatrics.

"..Otherwise known as Russia. Please, enjoy."

"Why's he wearing that cloak?" Harry asked.

"Sempai has this condition where it's like he's allergic to the sunlight. The cloak is for protection."

"It looks like he's going to do some magic tricks." Harry chuckled.

"You could say that, I guess. He's the president of the Black Magic Club."

"Black Magic?"

"Yeah."

"Do you believe in that stuff?"

Haruhi began to stutter. "W-Well, you see, I mean, it freaks out a lot of people, you know? The unknown, the inexplicable, so I.. I guess that magic exists in the way that we.. we use it to fill in the blanks, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I do." Harry noticed her glancing at him many times, looking at his face. "Tell me, what interests you so much?" He joked, eyeing her with mock suspicion.

Haruhi's face became a dark red. "I was just staring off into space. I'm sorry."

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Author's note: HI!

Standard Disclaimer Applied.

Hehe...doesn't that make me sound smart? :D

That means it's unedited and will not be as enjoyable as I had intended it to be. I promise you, you want to wait. It's bad.