Harry was not ashamed to admit he was pouting. His stupid pseudo sister had force-dragged him out of his comfy bed, forced him into getting ready, and then proceeded to push him out of the door and into a shiny black limo owned by Kyoya.
This all would have been less impressive if she hadn't managed it all in ten minutes.
"But why do I have to go?" Harry whines, his plump pink bottom lip sticking out. If the others knew about his true form, they would have seen his small fangs peeking cutely over the appendage.
Haruhi's mocha eyes glare a hole into his head. "You know what you did."
Cowering into his seat, because Haruhi is scary!, Harry's emerald eyes stare out the window, silently admiring the scenery as it passes.
Even though he made a big deal out of Haruhi forcing him on this trip with the Host Club, he was secretly pleased, something he was sure Haruhi could tell. While he did have an amazing set of friends back home, they never forced him into a gathering or adventure. Haruhi was special like that. It is one of the reasons he loves her so much.
"If it helps to appease you, Harry, we will be having breakfast when we arrive at our destination." Kyoya coolly states to the slighter male. He was not a fan of mornings either, the only reason for him being up this early because his boyfriend had woken him up in a very… pleasing way.
Perking up, and forever thankful no one could witness the humiliating way his tail began wagging, Harry beams at the youngest Ootari. "Will there be coffee?" He shamelessly begs.
Quirking a dark eyebrow, Kyoya slides his phone out of his pocket to send a quick text towards the waiting staff. No one in their group really drank it, preferring to stick more towards tea, besides when the whole 'commoner's coffee' debacle happened. "Of course Harry."
Nodding happily, Harry turns towards Tamaki who, for some reason, had stayed silent and observed the exchange. "What is wrong with you?" Because Harry might be new to this group, but he already knew that Tamaki being this quiet for this long was something out of character.
Purple eyes narrow. "I want to know your intentions towards my darling daughter. It is not respectable for you to be making such advances on her." Tamaki all but growls. He knows that Haruhi is not his real daughter, he really is not that stupid, but that does not mean he doesn't feel protective over the only girl in their group. She was so naïve and trusting. And he knows nothing about this Harry Potter-Black character besides what Kyoya had told him.
Cocking his head to the side, Harry observes the blonde in a curious manner. "You think that I want to fuck Haruhi, don't you?"
The crass use of language causes Tamaki to splutter, even Kyoya's cheeks flush a light pink. The only one not affected is Haruhi, who knows where they stand in each other's life.
"T-that is not proper language to use in front of a lady!" Tamaki chastises, his cheeks burning red. He might be sexually active with his boyfriend, but they had never been so crass.
"I must agree with Tamaki on this one." The black haired Ootari states, silently gripping the leather of the limo seat in order to ground himself.
Emerald eyes bounce between the two before landing on the mocha ones of his friend. Seeing the hidden amusement in those eyes, the young Drakan leans his head back and begins uproariously laughing. "Oh my gods, you should see your faces!" Clutching his heaving sides, and taming his fluttering wings, Harry's laughter dissolves into giggles. "No I do not have any 'nasty' thoughts regarding Haruhi. I am happy being gay."
"That and he views me as his little sister." Haruhi pipes in, astonished at the gob smacked looks on her fellow Hosts faces.
"Well, I, uh, guess it is okay then that you spent the night with him." Was Tamaki's stuttered response.
Haruhi and Harry did a weird synchronized snort.
Honey kicks his small feet back and forth against the mahogany seats in his family limo. In his lap is Usa-chan, really not a surprise to see for anyone that even remotely knows him. However, clutched protectively in his hands is a small plush dragon. The tiny stuffed animal is a deep black color with red accents and green eyes. Honey doesn't know why, but when he saw the little thing in a shop window, he had to buy it for Harry.
He remembers the first time he met the taller man. He had held Usa-chan so gently, rubbing the soft bunny with such care against his smooth cheek. Honey remembers being left in slight awe of the action, the emotion giving away to sadness when Harry had confessed he never had such a toy.
Chocolate eyes eye the toy in apprehension. Now that they were on the way to the beach, and thus towards the man that has been occupying his thoughts, Honey is nervous that Harry won't like the gift he picked out for him. Or think it is weird.
"Stop worrying." The deep baritone of Mori's voice cuts through Honey's troubling thoughts.
"But what if he doesn't like it? Or thinks it is weird?" Honey frets, his chocolate eyes big and watery.
Placing a large hand against the soft hair of his littlest friend, Mori gives the younger a rare smile. "He will."
Frowning in trepidation, Honey wrings his hands together, careful of his precious gift. "But what if he doesn't?" He needlessly repeats.
Moving his hand from Honey's hair and around the lithe shoulders, Mori tugs his oldest friend against his side in a firm hug. "He will."
Smiling slightly at the finality in Mori's tone, Honey resolutely nods his head.
Tension leaving his stomach, the third year turns to his side to grab the sprinkled donut sitting on a bright orange napkin. Happily biting into the sugary goodness, Honey closes his eyes in bliss.
Haruhi really shouldn't have been surprised when she realized that they were at a private beach. Though she is pleasantly surprised to note that they wouldn't be 'working' today. Kyoya states it is because Tamaki thought she would like to actually enjoy the beach this time, but Haruhi leant more towards the idea that he was trying to get to know Harry more. The Vice President was always up to something sneaky.
Exiting the limo, the four make their way down towards the beach area that was already occupied by the twins and the third years.
"Good morning my darling family!" Tamaki cries out, his long arms waving wildly around him as he runs towards the rest of the Host Club.
Huffing a small burst of laughter, Harry's nose crinkles in delight at the family atmosphere surrounding the group.
Kyoya only pinches his nose because it is too early still to deal with Tamaki's antics. Black eyes shift towards the Potter-Black legacy and he offers a charming smile. "Breakfast will be brought down shortly. We arrived earlier than expected."
Nodding in response, Harry gently takes Haruhi's pale hand and leads her towards a spot closest to Mori and Honey.
Plopping down on the spread out beach towel, the Drakan beams brightly at the duo. "Hiya guys, good morning."
Haruhi also inclines her head. "Good morning senpais."
"Morning." Mori casually greets the two, his large hands setting up a polka dotted umbrella.
A blush is stained against Honey's cheeks as he plays with one of Usa-chan's soft pink ears. "Good morning."
Tilting his head down slightly, Mori nudges the smaller male, knowing Honey was going to 'forget' about giving Harry the present he got him.
Coughing awkwardly, Honey fidgets. "Harry, I uh, I got you something."
Tail twitching in confusion, Harry leans towards the upper classman. "What is it?" He questions, small smile in place.
Reaching behind him, Honey grabs the small dragon and presents it towards the green eyed male. "I know you said you never had something as soft as Usa-chan, so I got you your own. He will make sure you are always protected and never lonely." Honey nervously tells the teen, breathing a sigh of relief when Harry carefully takes the tiny plush.
Harry stares down at the little dragon in amazement. The tiny stuffed animal looks almost exactly like he does when he is in his dragon form, even down to the crimson ridges and emerald slit eyes. Stroking the soft fur, Harry brings the toy up to his face to gently rub against his cheek; he purrs softly at the silken feel of it.
Glancing up and meeting the anxious brown eyes of the Lolita type Host, Harry reaches over and engulfs him in a warm hug; surprised when his wings fold around the male too.
"Thank you so much Honey. No one has ever given me something to help to keep me from getting lonely." His honest answer and reaction is enough to cause the littlest Host to lose all anxiousness and adopt a beaming smile on his handsome childlike features.
"I'm glad you like it Harry." Beaming at the emerald eyed male, Honey squeezes him back just as tightly before letting go, the food finally making its arrival.
Diving beneath the water, Harry trills in pleasure at the feeling of the cool liquid against his wings. He hasn't been flying in almost a week, too much happening in his life to get the chance to. However, being beneath the water and able to pump his wings in a mock attempt of flying felt just as good; the added pressure causing a delicious ache in his wing joints.
Resurfacing, he whips his hair to the side, scowling when some of it gets stuck on his horns. Looking towards the shore line, the young Drakan smiles when he sees his friends.
Hikaru and Kaoru are playing an intense game of volleyball against each other, neither of the twins getting headway against the other because of the familiarity with the other's moves. It was interesting to watch them vigorously try to get the upper hand though, his keen ears catching the insults and innuendos they would sling towards each other hoping to catch the other off guard.
Tamaki is his usual spastic self, running all across the beach line in an attempt to find something. What the blonde was looking for however, Harry had no idea. Nor did he think he wanted to. Whatever it was was sure to scar him emotionally.
Being his usual cool and aloof self, Kyoya is sitting underneath a large umbrella, the shade offering respite from the grueling rays of the sun. Harry rolls his eyes when he notices the dark haired male typing away into his small tablet. Always business with that one.
Haruhi, it seems, is following along the same lines of Kyoya. Though she is laid out on her stomach against a beach towel, the two piece pink bikini the twin gave her letting her have a chance to tan her pale skin. Harry thinks she might be asleep.
Mori and Honey are building a sand castle of epic proportions. From what his eyes can see, it is already shaping up to be a masterpiece. Honey's small legs carry him swiftly around the area, scooping sand up into a light blue bucket and adding extra wings and towers towards the castle. Mori was in charge of detail duty, carving out little mirrors and brick lines.
Thinking of Honey brings Harry's thoughts back to the small dragon. Honey wouldn't know it, but presenting a gift in the manner that he did to a Drakan was the first step in a Courting Ritual. Harry knows that Honey wouldn't know the implications behind such an action, but after spending a week with the Host Club, and learning more about their smallest member, is enough to make Harry wish that Honey would court him.
Dunking his head under the water, Harry spreads his large black wings and propels himself through the liquid, thinking about the interactions he has had with the Host.
Lounging against the soft cream cushions of Haruhi's designation area, Harry's emerald eyes sparkle in mirth as he watches groups of giggling girls vie for the lithe brunette's attention.
It never ceases to amaze the blackette the lengths females would go in order to catch the eyes of who they view as an attractive enough mate. He is sure that they harbor no overt sexual thoughts towards his female friend, years of innocent and naïve upbringing by their family members rendering a vast majority of them virginal in mind.
Sighing, slit eyes scan the room again. The twins are still using their incestuous antics to appease and enrapture their female cohorts. Though Harry cannot say that it is not unattractive, when the Weasley twins would should their less than wholesome love for each other, it would make him a bit hot under the collar. Though his twins are soul bonded and thus matched by Magic Herself for each other.
High pitched squealing catches the blackette's attention. Tamaki is resting his blonde head innocently against a red head's cheek. He is close enough that his eye lashes flutter gently against her reddening skin.
"I would try it princess, if only it would please you." His voice is soft, and pitched with fake lust. His purple eyes darting quickly to the black of his boyfriend's before landing on the girls own widened blue.
Snorting softly, Harry can't help but roll his eyes at their dynamics. Tamaki was obviously worried that his actions would offend his lovers, but Kyoya has enough trust in his boyfriend to do his job and nothing else.
But, as always, it was none of these things that catches Harry's attention, it was the short blonde happily munching on strawberry cake that held his riveted gaze. Honey was something special to Harry. When the Drakan wasn't sitting with Haruhi, he would more often than not find himself accosted by the third year. His giant chocolate eyes and adorable pout more than enough to make the assassin bend over backwards to comply to his requests.
Harry is only thankful the older man has only requested the Drakan sit by him and share his sweets.
He isn't scared to admit he is slightly intimidated by the thought of the normally mellow Mori's temper if he did something that would hurt Honey.
Sitting next to Honey the next day on the comfortable blue cushions of his couch, Harry smiles slightly as he forks another small piece of vanilla cake into his mouth.
As soon as he had entered the room, the energetic blonde had jumped on him, claiming his attention for the day.
"Is it good, Harry-Chan?" Honey shyly questions, hiding his pink stained cheeks behind Usa-Chan.
Licking the frosting that had gotten stuck on his bottom lip off, Harry smiles sweetly down at the older blonde sitting beside him. "Of course Honey. No one knows their sweets like you do."
Apprehension leaving his doe eyes, the third year turns back to Mori and his customers, happily rejoining their conversation involving the best way to eat cookies. Honey insists it is with milk.
"So," Kyoya states, his long fingers entwined underneath his chin. "You have been here every day after school this week. Is there anything we should know involving you and our natural host?"
The other club members pause in their movements. All of their customers had left for the day, leaving only Harry and the Host Club members in the room.
Shrugging his lean shoulders, the Drakan huffs a silent laugh. "Haruhi is like a sister to me. I just like spending time with her."
The words left his mouth too fast to be stopped.
Cocking an eyebrow, Kyoya cold black eyes stare into Harry's own emerald ones. "Her? So you know she is a girl?"
There is a flurry of shouts and threats behind him. The only ones not freaking out being Haruhi, Honey, and Mori.
Well. Shit. I guess the cat is out of the bag.
Smiling at the pleasant memories, Harry makes his way back towards the shore line, enjoying the cool water against his draconic appendages. Leaving the water, and shaking his wings of the excess liquid, Harry plops down next to a startled Mori.
"Is there anything I can help with?" He innocently questions the older, his claws digging into the heated golden sand.
"Yes. Gather more sand." Mori's apathetic voice instructs him.
Dipping his head in acknowledgment, Harry gives the other a cheeky grin. "Aye Aye captain."
Honey, who was a few feet away shoveling sand into his little blue bucket, grins happily at the pair.
Umehito Nekozawa could be described as many things. With his billowing black cloak, his dark green wig, and his knack for the occult, it was safe to say he wasn't the first person people go to when they are looking for a friend.
That doesn't stop the young Nekozawa from hoping though. He wanted to befriend the Host Club, their members close knit like a family. His own club was slightly the same way, their bonding over dark magic and old occult practices. However that was all they have in common. That is all they talk about too.
Umehito knows the Host Club, he has even gone to them for help in trying to win over his little sister Kirimi. It was a rough start, but they had tried their hardest in all of the ways they knew how. In the end their crazy antics had produced results, even if it was in unsuspecting ways.
But in the entire Host Club only two members stood out the most to Umehito. The feminine looking Haruhi and the child like Mitsukuni.
Haruhi was kind, offering insight into the mind of his younger sister that none of the other Hosts had stopped to consider. He was gentle and treated Kirimi like one would a small rabbit. He helped bring Kirimi around to the idea of them growing closer.
Mitsukuni was energetic. The hyper third year always offering his sweets and kind smiles to the Nekozawa. This was something Umehito has never experienced before. Such easy acceptance. He thinks that it was the small kind smile and the large lollipop that had first caused him to fall for the smaller blonde.
So Umehito plotted. He watched Mitsukuni from afar, learning his habits, his likes, dislikes, opinions. He studied the smaller male's movements, his favorite treats. And Umehito was about to make his move on the adorable blonde when a dark haired angel entered the picture.
Harry Potter-Black swooped in and stole Mitsukuni's attentions. In all of his time watching the Haninozuka heir he has never seen him take such a shine to anybody as he did Harry. It was disheartening.
So now Umehito plots. Honey would be his. Even if that meant showing the tiny blonde every negative aspect of the raven haired teens personality.
The time spent at the beach was therapeutic for the young Drakan. Being surrounded by the Host Club, and their crazy antics, was something of stress relief for the teenager.
After an hour of helping Mori and Honey build their sand castle, it was finally complete. It stood at a staggering four feet tall. It was seven feet long by the time they had all of the extra wings and rooms that Honey wanted added on.
Mori, the silent giant, had someone procured a small red flag to place at the top of the tallest tower. The two blackettes had given the chocolate eyed teen the honor of placing the flag in its position.
Mori, for some odd reason, insisted that Harry and Honey took a picture together with the sand castle in the back. Taking the initiative, Honey had plopped himself down into the seated Drakan's lap, something that had startled the young wizard.
Rolling over in his bed, Harry thinks back on the feel of Honey in his lap. The soft warmth, the power hidden behind his innocent façade.
Gently running a clawed finger down the soft fur of the plush dragon, Harry smiles at the innocence of the older man. Honey's gift is already helping him more than the Lolita Type could possibly know. When thoughts of the deaths and horrors he has seen begin to cross his mind, Harry cuddles the young plushy close to him; breathing in the soothing scent of Honey.
Spreading his wings out over the duvet, Harry's long black tail curls carefully around the dragon. Keeping it close to his heart as he falls into the waiting arms of Morpheus.