Harry sits around the small table in the Fujioka home. The brunette had invited the green eyed boy over for a lunch and study date. Though at this point she was lightly complaining about the Host Club.

"I just don't understand why Tamaki always insists on calling me his daughter." Haruhi finishes her story, slightly exasperated.

Humming around a bite of tuna, courtesy of Harry who didn't want to show up empty handed, Harry answers thoughtfully. "It could be that Tamaki never had a stable family growing up. From what you have told me, and the gossip around school, Tamaki is the type of person that needs stability in his life. At least in familial forms. By calling Kyoya mother and himself father he could be reflecting those desires on his friends."

Haruhi gaps at the pale boy in front of her. She had never thought that Tamaki could have thought that deep about the Host Club. She never would have imagined that he included her in his love for the Hosts. "That is surprisingly observant, Harry."

Smirking at the flabbergasted girl, Harry shrugs. "With a prankster godfather, it pays off to be observant."

Laughing, Haruhi shakes her head. "I still need to meet this Sirius."

Smiling fondly, Harry stares down into the calm brown surface of his tea. He had only known and befriended Haruhi for four days and already it was like the girl had always been his friend.

"And I still need to meet Ranka."

"His shift at the bar should end around three. If you are still here by then, then you will." Haruhi easily agrees.

Beaming, Harry pulls out one of his school text books. Sitting it gently on the table he opens it to a page before pointing out to Haruhi something he doesn't understand.

Haruhi feels relief swell up in her chest. While she loved her new friends, they really didn't take their studies as seriously as she needed to. It was nice to have a friend that she could study with.

Haruhi and Harry, who had migrated over the course of their study session onto the floor in the living room, glance up when the door to the apartment opens.

"Hello my darling Haruhi! Your daddy is home!" Ranka exclaims jubilantly.

Glancing around the room, he spots his precious daughter laying beside a handsome young man with both of their textbooks on the floor in front of them.

"Oh! And who is this precious man?"

Standing up, Haruhi casually brushes off her dress. "This is Harry. Harry," Haruhi gestures to the petite male who was also standing up, "this is my dad."

"Harry… Oh! The lovely new friend you have been telling me about? It is a pleasure to meet you!" Grabbing the boy into a quick hug, Ranka frowns to himself when he feels the boy subtly tense at his touch. Shifting his expression back into a smile, Ranka holds the boy out at arm's length. "You are quit handsome! Though I am going to have to ask you your intensions towards my lovely daughter." Ranka gives the boy a slight glare, ignoring the startled 'Dad!' from Haruhi.

Harry, who was infinitely glad that his necklace allowed his wings to not be touched by the older male, scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Well you see Mr. Fujioka, I already see your daughter as a super good friend of mine. You don't have to worry about me trying to do anything untoward towards her because I'm gay."

Ranka blinks. That was not the answer he was expecting. It was better! "Oh goodie!" Scooping the boy back into another hug, Ranka begins twirling around the room.

Harry smiles when Haruhi catches his eye mouthing a silent 'Sorry' to him.

If she thought this was bad just wait until she met Sirius.

Arriving back to school on Monday, Harry beams brightly when he sees Haruhi walking down the halls. Quickening his stride to catch up to the brunette, Harry casually bumps shoulders with the girl.

"Good morning."

Haruhi's mocha eyes dance with mirth at her friend. "Good morning to you too Harry."

"Are we still meeting up at the library after school?"

"Yes. The Host Club isn't going to start till another hour after school ends, so we have some time to do homework till I have to leave."

Grinning at the cross-dresser, Harry hooks his arm with hers before escorting her towards their class.

Haruhi and Harry sit at a secluded table in the quietest corner of the library.

"I still don't get why the twins act like they can't even see you. It is super rude. I'm sorry Harry."

Harry, who knew that the twins were still under his spells, waves Haruhi's concerns off. "It is no big deal, I promise. Like I told you, I'm used to people not noticing me."

Sighing, Haruhi eyes Harry sadly before checking the time. "I have to go Harry, I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer, but the club calls."

Laughing, the emerald eyed male simply nods. "It's okay Haruhi I understand."

Watching as she quickly gathers her things and leaves, Harry stretches his arms and wings out wide behind him, groaning in satisfaction when the joints pop. Packing his things away, Harry frowns when he notices Haruhi left her history book on the table. Knowing she still had homework that she needed to do, Harry picks up the book and begins to follow Haruhi's scent.

Walking down the winding hallways of Ouran academy, Harry sighs in relief when he finally ends up in front of door labeled Music Room 3. Pushing open the doors, Harry is engulfed in the overwhelming scent of roses.

"Welcome, to the Ouran High School Host Club."