A/n: Hello, I am going on vacation for a week to a location where internet is unreliable. If I don't update, that is why. Don't worry, I can still write a bit while I'm gone. Also, it would be a ton of fun if ya'll send in prompts as to how Harry and Reborn meet again.

P.S. This was a ton of fun to write, please enjoy!

Warnings: This is Harry x Reborn, which is really only flirting right now. And that's the only warning for thi chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR or HP

Prompt: (from myself) It all started in a bar.

The first time they met was in a bar.

It was one of those old rundown ones, the kind that only stayed open because they had good alcohol and a few faithful patrons. He had been going there after completing contracts for as long as he could remember, although it had gotten more infrequent as he became busier.

Today was one of those days where he was still coming down off of the adrenaline rush that came with assassinating the head of a Family. There was nothing better than a drink when his blood was still rushing, when the thrill of danger of danger sang in his veins. It was the reason he became a hitman, after all.

As he walked in the door, the bartender looked up from polishing a glass and gave him a nod. Reborn scanned the room, as was habit (it had saved his life more than once), and made note of the two other people in the room. One was a middle age man who was sitting in the corner nursing a beer as he watched the news. The other was far more interesting with the way he exuded confidence despite the fact that he was slouched over a glass of rum.

He was slim, but still muscled, and appeared to be in his mid 20s with fluffy black hair. He was wearing a loose fitting green t-shirt with a pair of faded jeans. He had two rings on a silver chain around his neck. Bright green eyes that were filled with the shadows of one who has seen too much turned towards him as he sat down.

"There's a sale in my bedroom right now, clothes are 100% off."

"Is that really the first thing you say to a stranger?" Green-Eyes took a sip of his drink and gave a wicked grin, "Kissing burns five calories a minute, wanna try it out?"

Reborn gave a deep laugh and signaled for the bartender to get him a drink. Green-Eyes (as Reborn had dubbed him) was certainly interesting. Not many people had the guts to flirt back with him. He was the Worlds Greatest Hitman after all. Such a title normally made people rather wary of him. Finding someone who wasn't scared of him was rare, especially in his line of work.

"Oh? Are we exchanging cheesy pick up lines now? Shall we see who has more? Let's commit the perfect crime: I'll steal your heart, you steal mine." Reborn watched Green-eyes choke on his drink before he threw his head back and laughed. He was enjoyed the sight of some of those shadows leaving, even if only for a night.

"This could be quite promising. Be prepared to lose, you wouldn't believe how many of these have been used on me." Green-Eyes finished his drink and held it out to the bartender before turning to him. He batted his eyelashes and said with a sultry voice, "If kisses were snowflakes, I'd send you a blizzard."

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Harry was unsure what to make of his situation. A stranger had just walked up to him and said a cheesy pick up line. And he had flirted right back! And now they were in a contest to see who had the most pick up lines.

This was probably Potter luck at its finest.

At least the man was hot, with one of the smoothest deep voices he had ever heard. The man was wearing a suit with an orange dress shirt that matched the ribbon on his fedora. He had black hair with curly side burns (were those natural?) and tanned skin. His eyes were those of a predator used to getting what they wanted.

"I've got skittles in my mouth, wanna taste the rainbow?" Tiger (he wore orange and was a predator, what else would he call him?) had lowered his voice even further, and he fully appreciated the shivers that ran down his spine.

"Now that, that was truly horrid, well done," Harry gave a throaty chuckle as he searched his memory, "Is there a science room nearby, or am I just sensing the chemistry between us?"

"Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves here," said Tiger as he took a drink, enjoying the burn in his throat, "Here's another one for you, ready? Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes!"

"That one was about as good as moldy cheese," At this point Harry laughing quite a bit, having to forcing himself to pause for breath and drink, "Are you a broom? Because you just swept me off my feet."

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The night continued in such a vein, filled with much laughter and alcohol, along with a healthy dose of sarcasm and dry wit. In the end they had declared the contest to be a tie, seeing as both of them had a nearly limitless repertoire of the things.

As they walked out the door and into the alleyway, Reborn watched as, face flushed with alcohol and humor, Green-Eyes attempted to stand straight. And what a nice sight it was, he thought, making sure to burn this scene into his mind. He reached forward and grabbed the young man's arm.

"What is it? Or do you normally go around grabbing drunk peoples arms?" For how much he had to drink, Green-Eyes had little to no slurring at all in his speech.

"Green-Eyes, I never got your name." Reborn wanted one last thing before he left, just in case they ever met again, unlikely though it might be.

"Harry, Harry Potter. And what about you?" Harry, a fitting name for the slender man in front of him.

"Reborn, just Reborn."

Harry chocked on his own spit as the tall, dark, and handsome man with the deep voice left. He had just spent the night talking with the Worlds Greatest Hitman, and he had enjoyed it! This was most definitely due to the Potter luck. Such things only happened to him, after all.

And that was the first time they met, but it would definitely not be the last.