Author's Note: So, hey everyone! (Cricket noises) …W-Well anyway (clears throat), obviously I am here with the next chapter! Sorry it has taken this long to get this out, but I guess this chapter just seemed a bit more difficult for me to churn out than the others. That being due to the small writer's block that I've hit and such, hopefully it won't happen again. I've got a solid idea on how I want this story to end, so it shouldn't be that hard to get there.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Ouran High School Host Club. Those rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Hatori Bisco respectively. I'm just borrowing their wonderful works in order to entertain the few individuals, who actually read my attempts at storytelling. I am not receiving any money for this!

Summary: He didn't see why the Host Club thought they would think Kasanoda needed a makeover. To Harry, the Yakuza heir was just perfect the way he was. After all, it was his "scary" face that he fell in love with.

Warning: This story contains comical violence, homosexual content, offensive language, mentions of abuse, etc. If any of these offend you, then I would kindly advise you to not go beyond this point. If you continue anyway and get upset, then I don't really want to know about it at all. You should've known better and accepted my warning.

We R Who We R

Chapter 3: Two for the Price of One (Part I)

Kasanoda just couldn't believe it!

The boy he had saved was still haunting the Host Club to mess with him! Why was this guy once again at the Host Club? What did Ritsu have to do in order to make this guy leave him alone?!

"What are you doing here!?"

Ritsu pointed at the smirking foreigner of who was quickly becoming the bane of his very existence.

Harry only flicked the rim of his hat that had been tilted downward in the front to cast a shadow on the top half of his face. Amused green eyes held a mischievous glint as he leaned back in the chair, and rested one arm across the top of the back. Reaching over to the small table next to him, there was a champagne glass, which was filled with sparkling cider (they were still in school, so they obviously weren't going to be drinking alcohol).

"As of yesterday, Suō-sempai has made me a member of the Host Club…I look forward to our time together Kasanoda-san."

He then brought the glass up to his lips and sipped its content.

Before he could stop himself, Ritsu's cinnamon colored eyes locked onto the glass that was resting against his lips and watched as the other boy tilted the glass back. The girls sitting around him along with Ritsu watched as his swallowed before pulling the glass away from his lips.

Slowly and sensually, the British boy dragged his tongue across his lips, getting the few drops of cider that had been left behind. Harry glanced up at Kasanoda as his smirk deepened.

The Kasanoda Yakuza heir's cheeks were bright red as his eyes were locked on the foreigner's lips; the same lips that had a starring role in his wet dream that morning. Just thinking of it made him have flashes of it, which was causing him to become more aroused by the second. Something that wouldn't exactly help his goal to improve his image!

Gritting his teeth, the redhead rushed over to him in order to shake some answers out of him, not noticing the banana peel that Hikaru tossed at his feet as he moved by. Stepping on it, he moved forward and suddenly found himself flying forward. The females that were near Harry gasped and moved out of the way, but Harry didn't move at all.

His eyes widened slightly as the redhead started to descend onto him.

Cinnamon brown eyes were dilated in shock and helplessness at the fact that he couldn't stop himself.

The other host club members shouted out as the larger teen slammed smack dab into the seated teen, causing the chair he was sitting into the fall onto its back and a smash of glass to ring throughout the room. Everyone's eyes were on the two boys lying on the halfway on the floor and the overturned couch.

Ritsu screamed internally at the bitch that was fate as he became aware of the position he was in. He was lying over the other boy with his hands placed on either side of his head and one knee between Harry's slightly parted legs. Their noses brushed against each other, and Ritsu could smell the cider that the Brit had drunk not moments ago as well as a whiff of what had to be vanilla.

All in all, it looked as if the Yakuza heir planned on jumping the smaller boy and ravaging him in front of everyone.

Or at least that was what it looked like to the fan girls who rested their eyes on the scene.

"KYAH! KASANODA-SAN IS GOING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HARRY-KUN!" was a few of the more discernible shrieks that pierced the air out of the inhuman sound that seemed to fly out of the customers' mouths.

Off to the side, the Host Club members had their attention drawn to the scene and they couldn't help but agree with the shout.

It really did look like the redhead was taking advantage of the newest Host.

'But it doesn't seem like Harry would mind if the guy took him right there no matter who is watching', the Host Club members thought (barely managing to keep from face faulting). All of them took in the dazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and overall satisfied look that the green-eyed boy possessed while looking up at Kasanoda.

Harry himself was only wondering if his idea had worked more than he had thought. After a bit of light research into Kasanoda Ritsu's background (courtesy of Ōtori Kyōya, who he had paid a sum of money to for the said information), he had thought going for a feel of "organized crime" for his first cosplay would surely draw his attention. Seeing as he couldn't be blatant about his intentions and go with the Yakuza look (disregarding the fact that Tamaki himself had rejected his initial Yakuza idea completely), they had decided that it would be best to go with a "Mafia" theme for today's cosplay.

While he had hoped that the cosplay would appeal to the Yakuza heir, he had no idea that he would like it this much! Much to Harry's amazement, he could feel heat building up in his cheeks and his heart speeding up by the second while he was pinned down to the ground by his hero. Looking up into the boy's face hovering over his own, he found himself further shocked to even feel a bit of embarrassment; something that he had believed to be impossible for him to ever feel for quite some time…

Glancing away he brought one of his hands down to block the blush on his face, but then thought better of it. Forcing himself to look up at the stiff boy above him, Harry looked up at him demurely through thick lashes. "I didn't think you would be into this kind of thing…I hadn't pegged you to be into voyeurism, but if want then…" Harry's cheeks turned a darker shade of red, as he brought down a hand to the tie around his throat.

Tugging it down, the three top buttons of his white button-up shirt came undone to reveal his collarbone and some of his chest. He turned his head to the side, glancing up at the gaping redhead at the corner of his eyes before closing them. "I'm willing to give it a try."

Kasanoda's voice was caught in his throat at the image the other was making.

It was no secret that the British boy was exotically attractive, but the vulnerable look that he was projecting below him made something primal rise up within Ritsu. Something the heir really didn't know how to deal with!

Of course this reply only drew out more squeals of from the girls along with random shouts of 'real life yaoi', and other related comments flying through the air. Some girls even fainted with severe nosebleeds. The Host could only watch helplessly as their guests began egging on the two, completely ignoring the screamed denials of the redhead. Haruhi also watched the scene, her cheeks a light pink and her eyes gained a glint similar to the other females who had. Bringing a hand up to her mouth, she couldn't stop the words from slipping from her lips.

"That is really hot…"

Hearing those words, Tamaki wailed before coming to stand right in front of her. The blond King of the Host Club grabbed the blushing girl by her shoulders, shaking her as he eyed her with tearful violet eyes. "No! Don't allow yourself to be corrupted Haruhi!" he wailed, before he began to rant about wanting his innocent Haruhi back.

She tuned him out (a skill that she could feel pride in having developed after spending so much time in the presence of the blond drama king), as while Haruhi wasn't the most feminine girl in the world, like most of those of her gender. The possibility of seeing some hot man-on-man action wasn't an opportunity that she would pass up.

Hikaru and Kaoru glanced at all of their customers, whose attention was fixed on the two boys on the ground. Turning their eyes back to each other, they shrugged.

"Oh ho ho ho!" a voice suddenly rang out above the noise that had filled the third music room of Ouran Private Academy. Everyone's eyes were drawn to a section of the floor that rose up to reveal a platform. Sitting on said platform was Hōshakuji Renge, who continued to laugh until the platform had fully risen from the ground.

The brunette turned her attention to the boys on the ground with a gleam in her eyes that unnerved the redhead and the Hosts (excluding Haruhi, Hunny, and Harry). She was sitting in the traditional seiza position with both of her hands resting in her lap. Her brown eyes rested on Tamaki and the Hosts as she tilted her head to the side, whipping out a fan and holding it up to hide the bottom half of her face.

"It seems that you don't really understand the appeal of a romantic relationship between two men! I am disappointed in the fact that despite the twins using this appeal to their advantage, you don't seem to realize the overwhelming appeal that these two have just by being together! Look at them!"

Unconsciously, the guys turned their attention over towards Harry and Kasanoda (absently noting that they haven't moved from the position they had been in despite how much time has passed). Renge leaned forward slightly, pulling out a set of opera binoculars. "Kasanoda-san and Potter-kun are the perfect combination for a yaoi couple, and even more so a completely rare type as well!"

All the other females in the room nodded, all their cheeks flushed and their eyes dazed as they continued to observe the two. Renge decided to continue, "Before we get into it, I think it would be best to educate you in the subject of Yaoi…starting first with Potter-kun!"

In the blink of an eye, a spotlight seemed to land right above the pale-skinned foreigner. The light seemed to illuminate his pale skin, and showed the stark contrast between his dark hair and bright eyes even more. Squeals erupted from the girls, and one even fainted after mumbling "Adorable". Smirking, Renge picked up her microphone and gestured towards the newest host.

"Pretty, petite, and slender, Potter-kun is a text book example of a bishōnen! Just from his looks alone, anyone who looks at him can't help but want to mother him, and protect him from the world!"

Turning her eyes upon the boy, her eyes sparkled as she took him in.

"At first I had thought he would be the submissive Uke type, but after what I've witnessed it seems that Potter-kun is one of the rare 'Come-hither' Uke type!"

Glancing over at the Hosts, her smile widened. "Instead of Potter-kun being chased by his more aggressive love interest, it is the other way around…something that I feel makes all of this even more delicious! Kasanoda-san instead of the aggressor is the reluctant Seme, whom is chased and has to be coaxed into a relationship by his Uke!"

Cheers of agreement flew from the female guests, whom continued to stare at Harry and Kasanoda. Kasanoda was gaping at them unattractively, while Harry only lifted a single brow while tilting his head to the side. 'Well they're not that far off I suppose.' And she wasn't honestly.

"Oh! Oh! I have a question!" The honey blond boy standing in front of the stoic Mori raised his hand while hopping in place. Renge turned on the heel of her penny loafers and pointed towards the "Shota-type" Host.

"Yes, Honey-Sempai?"

Smiling brightly, the boy hugged his pink bunny and tilted his head. "What is a Uke and what is a Seme?"

At this question, the rest of the Hosts froze in shock (including Mori).

Did the senior really not know what those terms meant?!

Ritsu couldn't believe what was going on!

Ever since he had come to meet this British kid, he has continued to be pulled in this downward spiral. Now everyone in the room thought the two of them were in that kind of relationship. His face was bright red and his eyes drifted down towards the still staring Harry. Immediately, a flash of his dream earlier that day ran through his mind. But instead of stopping there, soon it turned into something else.

He could see it now, the green-eyed boy beneath him with a becoming flush on his cheeks. Too bright green eyes darkened by desire for him, and those lips being moistened by the other's tongue. Kasanoda could almost hear the boy begging for the redhead to take him.

Just thinking of it, the new apprentice of Mori (though he seriously hasn't learned anything yet) slapped a hand to his nose as a trail of blood came from his nose. Jumping up from his position over the boy, he took a few steps back all the while his eyes were stuck on the boy who was slowly but surely ruining his life.

"Kasanoda-san?"

Feeling the questioning looks sent his way from everyone in the room, he didn't bother to say anything before he turned around and high-tailed it out of the room. A strangled cry of "LEAVE ME ALONE!" was left in his wake.

Still on the ground, Harry sighed and rolled slightly over onto his side before pushing himself up off of the ground. Running fingers through his hair, he then buttoned up the shirt and fixed his tie. Fixing his pinstripe suit jacket and placing the hat back on his head he looked towards the Twins. Slipping a hand into the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulled out an envelope.

"Here you go Hikaru-san, Kaoru-san…as agreed."

Tossing it their way, the twins' grinned like Cheshire Cats as they looked at the contents of the folder. Quickly before anyone saw it, the Hikaru slipped the envelope into his inner coat pocket before he saluted Harry. "It was nice doing business with you Potter!" Kaoru nodded with a grin of his own.

From the side, Tamaki blinked slowly before shaking his head.

"W-What…WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Both the Twins and Harry turned to look at the King of the Hosts, when the British boy sighed once more. "Nothing more than a business transaction Suō-sempai…don't worry about it."

With that being said, he glanced over at Kyoya before nodding.

"Kyoya-Sempai, I'll make sure to get you in contact with him, just let me know when you wish to have the meeting…and the payment for a new set of wine glasses will be transferred over into the Host Club account later on."

Kyoya nodded while pushing up his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The light from above obscured his eyes from the view of others as a smirk slithered onto his handsome face (in the background, Kyoya's customers swooned). "It is a pleasure doing business with you Harry-kun."

Turning his attention over to Tamaki, Harry bowed towards the King of the Host Clubs.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to catch up with Kasanoda-san."

Before Tamaki could protest, the boy made it to the door and slipped out. Completely ignoring the cries of "Harry-kun, Come back!", "He's going after his man!", or even "Go catch your Seme!"

Tamaki gapped unattractively, as he realized that the boy had escaped from the room, his mouth opening and closing as if he were a fish out of water. Next to him, Haruhi sighed and placed a hand on the blond host's shoulders.

"Good luck next time, Sempai."

~0o0~

Walking down the hallway, Harry's lazy posture was replaced with a rigid one as he locked onto the malicious intent that he had sensed before. Frowning, he was not pleased to feel that the feeling was near the familiar signature of Kasanoda. Narrowing his eyes, he closed his eyes and spread out his senses.

During the war in Britain, with him being called the #1 undesirable by the Death Eater run Ministry, he had become very proficient in being able to sense the magic and emotions of others. He had always been sensitive to the feel of magic, though he hadn't really realized it when he was younger. It was a reason why he had always been able to figure out how to use a spell before most others.

While on the battlefield, his ability to sense those around him and their intentions had saved his life numerous times, especially when his glasses happened to knocked off of his face during one particular battle. Since then, he had worked at improving his technique and now he was even able to feel the echoes of strong emotions whether they were good or bad.

Being as "damaged" as he was, it was easy for him to sense emotions without getting any false readings.

'Since that emotional block had been lifted from me, it has been easier to sense the intentions of others without complicating the readings with my own.'

It had been quite the shock to everyone after he had been taken to St. Mungo's to be looked over, only to find out that someone had tampered with him in more ways then just his destiny. For years he had not only been dealing with a block on his magic, but there had also been a bind on emotions. Well his darker emotions specifically.

The old Headmaster of Hogwarts seemed to blame for the second, while the first was something that was placed on him to prevent too much accidental magic from happening while he stayed with his muggle relatives. Interrogating the portrait of the older wizard in the Headmaster's office, Harry knew that if he could feel any true dark emotions then he would've felt betrayed by the man he had looked to as a grandfather and mentor.

Voldemort hadn't lied when he said that the two of them were very much alike, and Dumbledore seemed to have noticed this.

In order to prevent him from becoming another Tom Riddle, Dumbledore believed that if Harry's more darker emotions were bound then he would not follow the same path that aforementioned boy had followed. Unfortunately, since Dumbledore had been the one to create the bind, he was the only one who could've released it without too many consequences. Unfortunately, he had died and the only way that the bind could be released was by forceful measures with high risks.

Thankfully for Harry (according to the Healer), the bindings had been slowly unraveling over the years since he set foot in Hogwarts. But it was still tight enough on him that there would be several possible consequences that could occur if he chose to go through with forcefully removing it.

Of course, Harry at that time was too angry to think about those consequences. All he could think about was that not only had he been raised to be a lamb led to the slaughter, but the man he had admired had pretty much tampered with his emotions. The block on his magic could be excused as Harry couldn't imagine the childhood he would've had if more incidences of accidental magic had happened more than it already did.

But to think that Dumbledore assumed that he would turn out like Tom Riddle if he had the use of all his emotions; was not something that he could easily forgive.

When the bindings had been lifted, all of his emotions had clashed causing him agonizing pain and cancelled each other out. His mind couldn't handle the eruption of emotion that welled up inside him, and this was how he ended up the way he was.

His ability to feel emotions wasn't completely stripped from him, but he had been forced to re-learn how to distinguish which emotion of his was which. Unlike before, he couldn't feel extreme emotions and hasn't been able to since the day the binding was taken off. The Healer expressed surprise at the fact that he could even feel emotion at all, and was very skeptical of whether he would ever be able to feel true emotion again.

So when he felt his heart stirring after that brief first meeting with the redhead, Harry felt a strong pull towards him. No one had managed to make him feel something like this, no matter how many had tried after the war was over and he had been recovering. Even with his friends, he couldn't feel more than fondness towards them more than anything else.

No one had been able to make him feel more than the constant haze of apathy that had become a norm in his life since the war.

No one except for Kasanoda Ritsu, and that was why he was pursuing him.

Despite his words, Harry knew realistically that he wasn't truly in love with Ritsu, but he knew that he could very well fall in love with the redhead.

He reminded Harry of himself before he became how he was. They were both isolated though they were surrounded by people, with the inability to escape the image that others placed upon him due to things outside of their control. And like he was once, Kasanoda wishes for people to accept him.

Harry had realized that he had done a lot in order to make sure that he kept people around him, and most of it he couldn't say that he was proud of.

It didn't take long for him to find out the reason why Kasanoda was hanging around the Host Club. When he did get the reason out of Haruhi, the wizard had not been very happy with what he found out.

Why the Host Club thought the redhead needed a makeover was a mystery to the black-haired boy.

'He's perfect just the way he is….it is that 'scary' face that after all that is drawing me in, and that same face that I am finding myself falling for.' Harry thought the corner of his lips curled up a bit.

Continuing his way down the hall towards the courtyard, Harry was able to see the other boy pacing back and forth in the walkway leading to the other side of the school. Tilting his head to the side, he shook his head and proceeded towards the redhead's position. It was then that the malicious emotions flared suddenly enough to slightly stagger the slender boy.

His eyes widened as he felt that the emotions were being directed at Kasanoda. Slamming the door open, his normally nonchalant features were screwed up with worry. "Kasanoda-san!"

Turning around at the sound of his voice, the boy narrowed his eyes and scowled.

"What do you want? Just leave me alon–!" he didn't get to finish as the smaller male pushed him out of the way just in time for a large plant pot fall on his head. As if in slow motion, the redhead could only watch as Harry was forced down to the ground under the weight of the pot. The crash of the pot breaking echoed around the courtyard.

End of Chapter 3!

Yeah, there was no other reason for this late update besides pure laziness. Well that and my classes shoving projects down my throat until I was choking on them. Especially my 3-D design class; so who else goes to SCAD Atlanta? All Fanfiction authors from there should meet up in the hub or something, which would be completely awesome. 8D Plus it would be nice to make some more friends that way; we all have a common interest in Fanfiction after all. As for this chapter, writing Renge was very hard as it's been a while since I've actually watched or read Ouran High School Host Club. But I think I did okay (lol)!

I'll make sure to watch Ouran again so I can get her character down pact better. Also, yes, there was an explanation for Harry's "stoic-ness" since I believed it was time that I should explain a bit about this. Thus a slight change in the canon HP universe! It may have seemed like bashing, but I honestly don't think that Dumbledore meant any harm. Unfortunately, it's said that "the road to hell is paved with good intentions", which is what happened in this case.

Anyway, yeah…see you at the next update lmao!

Later,

Pool-Sempai