Blah, sorry I just wrote this high on lack of sleep and my brain melting from all the essays and homework I have done today. I hope y'all like the update. I think I might make the pairing Harry/Honey/Umehito. I have never seen it done and I think the pairing would be really cute. Anyways, review and lemme know. Everyone have an awesome day!

Harry's first instinct was to lash out with his claws and decapitate the bubbly blonde in front of him. Thank Merlin he reigned that desire in.

"It is not often that we see such an openly gay person come into our club. Tell me, what type do you prefer?" The blonde, who Harry could only assume was Tamaki, was giving Harry a wonderful set of bedroom eyes. Too bad Harry could smell the dark haired male, who had to be Kyoya, all over him suggesting they were a mated pair.

"I'm only here because I was brining Haruhi his book back." Harry made sure he used the correct gender in front of the host club and their guests. He didn't want to be the reason the secret got out. Though it still made him pout when Haruhi continuously told him that he wasn't allowed to pay off her debts.

Tamaki pouts. He was excited about bringing in another male customer. The only one they had recently was Kasanoda and he always delegated Tamaki's darling daughter.

Kyoya, seeing how this could potentially turn out, interjects himself into the conversation. "Hello, my name is Kyoya Ootori."

Harry eyes the other male. 5'11. Has shaggy dark brown almost black hair. Could be because it makes him more attractive or he uses as a defense mechanism while around his family. Gray eyes hidden behind glasses. The light from his glasses is good at covering whatever expressions his eyes hold, scared to let others see what he is feeling, though possibly an intimidation tactic. Stands too straight, used to feeling and being looked at as inferior. Carries around a black notebook. To pretend he is busy or to observe others without being noticed. "Hi, my name is Hadrian 'call me Harry' Potter-Black."

Kyoya almost chokes on his own spit. The legacy to the Black and Potter empires is standing so casually in his club room? "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Potter-Black. This," Kyoya gestures to his secret boyfriend, "Is Tamaki Suoh."

Harry's eyes roam over the blonde. 6 foot even. Stands slightly slumped, possibly from being degraded all his life, made to feel like a mistake. Violet eyes that constantly glance over his friends, could be checking to make sure his perceived family unit is all still safe and together. Open smile for strangers, still feels love for other people even through his hardships. "It is nice to meet you too Tamaki, but please call me Harry. Mr. Potter-Black is too stiff and if my godfather ever heard he would make fun of it forever."

Kyoya bows is head slightly in acknowledgement. "You said you were here to return a book to Haruhi?"

Nodding harry lightly waves the history book Haruhi had forgotten. "We were just studying before he had to leave. I know he has an assignment in here that he still has to do by tomorrow so I didn't want him to be without it."

Tamaki beams at the shorter man, pulling him into a tight hug. "Awe! You are so kind to my little Haruhi!"

Flailing around in the blonde's hold, Harry already knows that Ranka is either going to love or hate the violet eyed man. Probably hate.

"Tamaki, what are you doing to Harry?" Haruhi's deadpan voice cuts through the King's excited words.

Dropping the black haired teen back on his feet, Tamaki gives his beautiful daughter a quick hug. "My dear Haruhi, I am simply meeting your new friend! Why didn't you tell daddy that you had a new friend?!"

Haruhi sighs. This is why she was enjoying the separation between her Host Club friends and her new best friend. "Because I didn't want you guys to scare him off."

Gasping, a dozen arrows fly into Tamaki's heart. "You don't really think that we would scare off your new friend, do you?!"

Flicking off a small piece of lint from her uniform, the brunette shrugs. "Honestly, yes."

"My darling! I am hurt that you would think such a thing!"

Sighing in exasperation at the wailing King, Haruhi gives the bewildered Harry a confused look. "What are you doing here?"

Brandishing the book, Harry hands it out to his friend. "You forgot this in the library and I know that you still have homework so I figured I better return it to you."

Grasping the book, Haruhi grins in relief at her friend. "Thank you Harry. I probably would have freaked out later once I noticed I didn't have it."

Scratching the back of his head, Harry feels his tail curl around his leg in embarrassment. It really was no big deal. "It's nothing Haru."

The duo ignore Tamaki's cry of 'they even have nicknames!' in the background.

"Well, because you are here already, I guess you should meet the other hosts." Haruhi points to the two red heads that had been lurking behind them during their conversation. "This is Hikaru," she points to the one on the left. "And Kaoru Hitachiin." Haruhi gestures to the one on the right.

Mimicked actions and closeness suggest a deep bond between the two, possibly as deep as the twins. Callous indifference to certain classmates when not looking point to a disdain for others not like them. Flocking to Haruhi and beaming when she identifies them correctly leads to the assumption they have never been told apart before. Subconsciously reaching towards the other suggest heavy co-dependence. Hikaru seems more aggressive while Kaoru more passive. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you two! Haruhi has told me a lot."

"Oh really now?" The two intone together. "Good or bad?"

Laughing slightly at their antics, Harry grins. "She has taken to inform me all about the pranks you two pull. I happen to know a pair of trickster twins myself. I hope you four never meet. It would surely be the doom of us all."

The twins roar with laughter. "We like you."

Harry dips his head in acknowledgement before Haruhi continues on with her introduction. "And these two are Mori and Honey. You have already met Tamaki and Kyoya."

Mori, a giant in his own right. Protectively stands behind Honey. Ingrained or learned? Is probably the silent type and only talks when he deems necessary. This could be because he spends much of his time watching of Honey. However, the gleam in his eye when he catches sight of a 2nd year brunette proves that he has his own likes.

Honey. A small child like male. However, the way he holds himself hints to a great strength and confidence in his own body. The amount of cake and sweets at his table indicates a large sweet tooth. Possibly uses the sugar in whatever exercise he does. Carries around a small rabbit, obviously old but well taken care of. Most likely given to him during an important time in his life. Altogether, Honey seems the most interesting besides Haruhi.

"It is great to meet you two too. I am glad to finally be able to put faces to the names Haruhi is always telling me about."

Honey jumps on his toes, tugging the man's jacket sleeve. "Do you want to hold Usa-chan?" the chocolate eyed male offers the small pink rabbit up to Harry.

Harry gentles takes the rabbit in his hands, being mindful not to shred it with his claws, and rubs the soft stuffed animal to his face. He doesn't know why he does it, but every time he holds something soft he has to rub it against his face. He was weird like that.

"Usa-chan is very soft Honey. I wish I had a stuffed animal this soft."

Honey flashes his straight white teeth in a pleased smile. "I'm happy you like him so much. He likes you too."

Emerald eyes stare down into the beady ones of the rabbit. He couldn't sense any magic on it, but if Honey believed it so would he. "Thank you Usa-chan. I will take that as a compliment."

Giggling at his new friend, because Harry would be his friend, Honey grabs him by his hand and tugs him back towards his table babbling about whatever pops into his mind. Harry throws an apologetic smile over his shoulder towards his brunette friend, but she only shrugs him off a soft smile playing against her features.

As Honey forces Harry to sit next to him on the, surprisingly, soft blue couches Honey gives Harry a piece of chocolate cake and begins to chatter at him.

Mori sits across from the duo silently confused. He has never seen Honey act this way with anyone.