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Japanese Vacation

Chapter 3 –

Ferret Does it Again

The group was silent as they were led to their respective classes. "Granger, Potter, Malfoy, and Weasley, you four will be in this class. This is class 1-A. You'll have it with the Hitachiin twins as well as Fujioka-chan."

That said, he opened the door to lead them in. When he entered, there were many hurried whispers and giggles coming form the female student body, even some of the guys were whispering about the sudden entrance of the 'Dark King'. Paying them no mind, he waled to the teacher and explained who the group was. The teacher simply nodded and spoke to Kyouya, though none of the Hogwarts students could hear what was being said. The dark teen returned to the group fairly quickly and pointed to the back of the room.

Momoki-sempai has moved Fujioka-chan and placed you there, Potter. Granger and Weasley will be in the seats behind you. Malfoy, you will be next to the Fujioka-chan by the window in back." He pointed to each seat accordingly then began his retreat to the door.

Harry swallowed audibly, only to those closest to him, when Kyouya left. The stares had changed from the older teen to the group. The only thing that kept him from shrinking back behind Ron and Hermione, besides his famous Gryffindor courage, was the knowledge that it wasn't just him that was getting the stares and whispers. Keeping his head down, he hurried to his seat, hoping that the novelty of them being there would blow over quickly.

Ron and Hermione followed after him quickly. Ron was glad to be as far away from the teacher as possible, while Hermione was mentally complaining about being so far form the front of the room. One never knew what you could miss if others were talking.

Malfoy was the only one of the four that appeared to be unconcerned as he strolled to his appointed seat, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

Fred and George followed after Kyouya silently. Though their silence was not one of respect, but of thought. They, while the others probably hadn't, had noticed the students' reaction to their guide. It was similar to what happened whenever Harry entered a room (though that had lessened at Hogwarts). That, even without what they had seen earlier, told them that the boy was something special in the school. A silent look passed between them. They were in agreement.

"So," Fred said, coming equal with their guide. "You said you were . . ."

"President of the Host Club?"

"What, exactly, is . . ."

"The Host Club?"

"Actually, I am the vice president," Kyouya said as he continued walking. "And the Host Club is where young ladies come to be pampered by dashing young gentlemen, or whatever they might prefer. Like the loli-shouta, which is Hunni-sempai, the stoic types, like Mori-sempai, the incest type, which would be the Hitachiin's, and so on and so forth." He finished with a simple wave of his hand.

Fred and George shared a glance being Kyouya. Their eyes both said one thing. 'Weird . . . Brilliant, but weird.'

Finally, they came to class 2-A.

"Here we are. We have class with Tamaki."

"Tamaki?" George asked.

"Isn't he the one Hermione . . ."

"Smacked?"

Kyouya nodded. "Yes. He is a quite eccentric, but he is a good friend." Kyouya stepped into the classroom and was greeted by even more praise than he had been given from the underclassmen's room.

"MONA MI!" Tamaki suddenly came flying out of nowhere and latched himself onto Kyouya's arm.

"Please, Tamaki-kun, get off. Your antics are quite annoying." Kyouya looked down at the blond, who released his arm and stepped towards the twins.

"Hello. I am sorry for the startle earlier." Tamaki's naïve smile made him seem at least two years younger than he actually was.

"Come on," Kyouya motioned to the twins before they could respond. "You two will be sitting over there." He pointed toward two seats in the front left hand side of the class. Then he took his seat by a window on the right side.

They glanced toward their seats before turning back to Tamaki and giving him twin lopsided grins. "No worries, Mate," Fred said.

"A little drama makes our day."

"And we'd been wanting to see Hermione . . ."

"Actually hit someone for ages."

"We'd heard it happened occasionally . . ."

"But we've never been able to experience it."

Their grins widened as they moved to their seats, mentally going over possibilities.

--1-A—

Haruhi walked in and the teacher immediately told her where her new seating was. She gave a small shrug and sat across from the blond exchange student.

When the twins entered, though they sat down in their seats and a wide grin crossed their faces.

"Ne, Hikaru-chan?"

"Nani, Kaoru-chan?"

"It seems we have Harry-chan in our class." Kaoru smiled and seemed to nearly purr out his words.

So it seems Kaoru-chan. Such a surprise, but it must be because he is one of the special ones like Haruhi-chan (1)." Hikaru waved to Harry with his eyes closed and an innocent seeming smile.

Harry blinked at the twins on either side of him, returning the wave nervously. The grin he was getting was innocent enough, but there was something about it that reminded him of Fred and George. And being between twins that reminded him of those two could not be a good thing. Twisting in his seat, he sent a mental plea with his eyes for Ron or Hermione to help him.

Unfortunately, Hermione was preparing for class to start (and as such paying no attention to him or his plait), and Ron was staring off into space. He turned back with a sinking feeling, intending to ignore the twins on either side of him as he slouched down in his seat.

Kaoru faked a pout and pulled out his notebook to begin the English assignment he'd not done the night before. "Hikaru-chan?" he called, leaning over Harry's desk to talk with his brother.

He pretended to not notice as the other boy jerked back in his seat.

"Hai, Kaoru-chan?"

"What chapter was the English homework?"

"Consonants and Vowels."

"Thanks." He leaned back and gave Harry a grateful smile. "Gomen, Harry-chan."

Harry gave a rather nervous smile back and bent to pull out his things

After a few hours and many lessons later, a bell sounded through the halls and classrooms. Hikaru jumped up and cheered.

"Thank goodness, lunch time." He grabbed his chair and turned it toward Harry's desk so that the back of his chair rested against it, and sat down. "You don't mind if we eat with you, do you, Harry-chan?"

"Er . . ."

"You can have some of our lunch if you want," Hikaru interrupted before he could say anything, pulling out his bento box and laying it on the desk. "The maids always make too much."

Kaoru simply mimicked his twin.

It was then that a shadow seemed to loom over them. When the twins looked up, they saw Haruhi standing there.

"I really hope you two aren't scaring Potter-san," her tone was somewhat strict and her hands were on her hips.

"We were only offering to share our bento with him."

"Erm, I'm good, really," Harry said now that he finally had the opportunity to as he dug into his bag to pull out his own lunch. "See, have my own lunch." He gave a nod of thanks to Haruhi.

Maids? He couldn't help but wonder how they would react if they knew that Harry had been less than that for the first eleven years of his life. He shook his head quickly. Not thinking of that. He told himself firmly. This was his chance to get away from all that.

"How are you doing, Harry?" Hermione asked from behind him.

And there's my chance to get out from between these two. Harry turned to face her and Ron with a smile. Quickly, he turned his seat around. "Alright, I suppose."

Ron gave him a quick grin as he began to dig into his meal. Hermione, from her position, noticed one of the twins pout before turning to his meal, while the other looked from them to his brother before also starting to eat. Haruhi only laughed before moving over to them. Hermione frowned; there weren't a lot of guys that laughed like that. It seemed a little too high.

"I'm really sorry about those two," Haruhi said. "They tend to be a bit overbearing."

Harry shrugged, giving him a half smile. "It was a little surprising, but it wasn't that bad. Not once you've gotten used to Gred and Forge. Those two are impossible." Harry rolled his eyes.

Haruhi frowned. "Gred and Forge?"

Harry blinked. "Oh, sorry, Fred and George, no one can tell them apart, so they've taken to calling each other Gred and Forge, it sort of stuck." Harry shrugged again. "Join us?"

Haruhi smiled and nodded, pulling up another chair. "Thank you." He placed a small bento box on the table in front of her and opened it. "Ikkitakimas," (2) He said and began to eat. "So, how are you feeling about Ouran's class work?" I'm sure English work is a synch for you."

Harry nodded. "English was fairly easy, being my native language. It's strange that they have us take it, actually."

"It's a part of the class work, Harry," Hermione said, with a shake of her head. "Remember, we're here to learn everything we can. That includes having English."

"But we already know English," Ron said.

"That's not the point, Ronald."

"But, 'Mione,"

"Don't you 'Mione me."

"Don't mind them," Harry said, interrupting them before it could get too far. "They're always like this."

Haruhi shook her head. "Oh, it's alright. At least you have your friends with you on your trip."

Harry nodded, sparing a quick glance at his still bickering friends. "Yeah. Don't know what I'd do without them."

"Speaking of which," Haruhi said, "why is Malfoy-san not eating with you three? Is he not lonely over there?" she motioned to where Draco was sitting.

Harry barely spared a glance in Malfoy's direction. "We're not friends. Malfoy and I have been rivals since we met. Hate each other with a passion. And, he might be lonely, but he won't come over here."

Haruhi nodded as he listened to Harry. "I can understand that." Then his eyes looked over Harry's shoulder to where Malfoy was sitting, and he sighed. "Oh, no . . ."

Overhearing Haruhi's words first words, Hikaru's eyes lit up mischievously. He stood and walked over to the blonde's desk and leaned on it. "Ne, why are you all along?"

Kaoru watched his brother until he too got up and made his way over.

"I am alone because I wish to be. I do not associate with them." Malfoy glanced over to where Weasley, Granger, and their Harry-chan sat, his voice tinged with disgust.

Hikaru tilted his head, then knelt down so that he was eye level with Malfoy. "You have a lot of dislike in your eyes," With that he stood up straight and made his way back over to his desk, his hands firmly placed in his pockets.

Kaoru nodded and handed the blond a container. "Here, try some Japanese sweets. They're good." He smiled, knowing that if the boy opened the container he was only going to get a face full of confetti and a loud pop noise.

Draco eyed the container before curling his lip. Muggle sweets. He'd rather be tortured by the dark lord than eat them. He turned back to his meal without another word, oblivious to how close he'd just come.

Kaoru faked a pout at Malfoy's expression. "Oh, fine. This stuff is expensive, I'll just take it back then." He waited, hoping his trick would work.

Malfoy just shrugged, uncaring, causing a bit of a growl to emit from Kaoru's chest as he turned and threw the canister back into his back pack, storming back to his desk. Hikaru wrapped his arms around his brother in a comforting hug.

Upon contact, Kaoru broke into fake tears. "Oh, Hikaru, I am such a failure!" he cried.

"No, Kaoru, it's alright. It's not your fault that the boy is so rude." Their theatrics had immediately gained them an audience and they were soon surrounded by cooing girls.

The growl had Draco jumping slightly, his gaze flying from his food to the stalking, crying, teen. He blinked upon seeing the scene the two were pulling. Even the Weasley twins weren't that bad. At least they didn't cry.

Hermione glanced up at Haruhi's soft exclamation. "What is it?"

Haruhi was silent a moment before sighing in obvious relief. "If Malfoy-san had opened the container that Kaoru gave him, he would not have liked what came out. It's a trick, you see, when the person opens it, it makes a loud popping noise and throws confetti in the person's face. The only other people the twins do that to are people they dislike."

Ron snorted. "Looks like the ferret has done it again."

Haruhi gave Ron a strange look before something seemed to occur to him, and he turned back to Harry.

"Oh, and Potter-san, did you not realize how . . . erm . . . how do I say this . . . overly familiar the twins were being with you?"

Harry and Hermione just blinked at him. Hermione was wondering what she had missed.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Harry asked, frowning. Sure they'd been a little strange, and seemed to like to invade his person space a bit, but they hadn't actually touched him or anything.

"They keep calling you, Harry-chan, ne? Well, in Japan, you always call someone by their last name, and add –san or something of that caliber, that is unless you know them and allow them to call you otherwise."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione jumped when loud tears reached their ears. Harry turned in his seat, blinking as soon as he saw the scene going on behind him.

"For example," he continued, trying to gain their attention again. "You would be able to call Granger-san, 'Hermione-chan' but I could not."

"Oh," Harry murmured, still paying more attention to the scene behind him. His brow furrowed in confusion a moment later as he turned back to Hermione and mouthed 'what?' and pointing at the crowd.

Hermione shrugged, looking as lost as he felt. Ron just continued to stare at the twins, mouth gaping.

"Are . . . are they always like that?" Hermione asked, somewhat hesitantly.

Haruhi nodded. "It's their hook in the Host Club, incest," he shrugged. "They tend to be theatrical about it. All the girls love them though." He shook his head, laughing a little.

After a few more minutes of the act, the two stopped the act and put away their bento boxes.

Haruhi looked over at the clock. "Well . . . it's just about time for-" she was cut of by a series of chiming bells. "class," he laughed. "Well, I'll talk to you later." Waving, he stood, grabbed his box, and returned to his seat next to Draco.

"What, already?" Ron complained. "That's not cool. Hogwarts' lunches are always longer than that."

"This isn't Hogwarts, Ron," Hermione snapped back."

Harry just tossed them a grin before turning his seat back around, and putting away his lunch. He did his best to ignore the twins on either side of him. They were strange, that was for sure, and he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with them. Not even Fred and George did the incest stuff, and they were closer than Harry had ever seen any other siblings being. Harry stifled a sigh, well, it wasn't as if it had anything to do with him. He'd just ignore it and everything would be fine.

In case your wondering, the Twins think that Harry is here on a scholarship, like Haruhi. I mean, think about it, Harry really doesn't have that 'rich' feel about him. (not that you can blame him, after all he did spent seven years as a slave, practically)

Ikkitakimas: I don't know if I spelt it right but this is usually what the Japanese say before they begin to eat. Please don't be mad if I spelt it wrong!!

Allanasha Ke Kiri: (big sigh of relief) Wow, that was harder than I thought it would be. (wrinkles nose) Well, here ya go, chapter 3, and it's just about eight pages long, much longer than the first few chapters. Now, the length of chapters will always depend on whenever I find a good stopping point. However, I, well, we will never allow something to go up that is below 1,000 words. I, personally, hate really short chapter and try to avoid posting them whenever possible. (raising glass of Mountain Dew) So, here's to all future long chapters!!

Aku-Hitokiri-Kitsune: (just got back from the stables) Oh I'm so sore… ok well yeah what is there that I can say that Alla hasn't already… OH! Aw Harry is no naïve and cute! Ok well… Ready? Set. GO!! (Punches the air and winces) ow pain….. I'm so tired…

(scene fades as Alla pats Aku gently, though she is carefully hiding a smirk.)