Warnings: Slash, spoilers for Harry Potter books/movies (through 4), spoilers for Ouran manga (through chapter 62 (I think?)) and anime (where compatible, spoilers for Harry Potter and the Host Club (all but epilogues), HPatHC compatible, Takashi and Hani graduated (horrible, I know), short

Disclaimers: Harry Potter belongs to JKR and affiliates, Ouran belongs to Bisuko Hatori and affiliates. I am neither of those people, nor am I an affiliate. Written for CluelessRomantic as a 2-week-late Christmas gift. Sorry it's late Taylor!

The Green... uh Gray-Eyed Monster

The bell rang throughout the entire school, and one particular second-year student was perhaps the most eager to be out of his seat. His bag was packed with a well-placed wave of his wand – something that caught his classmates' attention since he rarely used magic at school, even when his contemporaries were all perfectly aware of it – and he could hardly keep a grin from his face. The weekend was going to be a good one.

"Looking forward to your birthday, Harry?" Haruhi asked as they exited class together. Hikaru and Kaoru – both redheads once again – were staying behind to poke fun at the class chairman.

"A bit strange, for me I mean, but yeah," the young wizard couldn't keep a grin off of his face, "I am." They walked the halls together almost like brother and sister – not unusual given their respective father-figures (though, to be fair, Ranka was more of a "parental figure") had been dating for nearly a year – and Harry took his popularity for this school year quite easily considering his isolationist policies of first year.

They separated so Haruhi could get to the Host activities for the day, and Harry exchanged greetings with whoever decided to say hello to him. Comments ranging from classmates wishing him a happy early birthday to asking him about some random magical thing (such as the current exchange rate on yen to galleons and what the new product the Potter-Evans had earned the rights to was) were exchanged, and Ouran's resident wizard merely smiled and responded however was appropriate.

Sure, he was on a miniature pedestal again, but that was only because of magic, and even then the other students treated him normally for the most part. He was just another second-year student at Ouran, even though he was different, which was a step above how the wizards treated him.

When he got out front, Harry found Hanazaka waiting with the car, as usual. He greeted the older man and they drove off towards Todai – that is, Tokyo University. Harry was more than a little excited, and it showed.

Tomorrow was his birthday, and he and Takashi had planned an outing for the weekend. Takashi already had everything packed – inside a small box that was sitting in Harry's car – and his last class would be out within the hour, after which they would be heading out to a house on the beach owned by Takashi's family. It was really no wonder that Harry was looking forward to it.

With twenty minutes left, Harry opted to spend his waiting time in a café and told Hanazaka to tell Takashi so when he came out. With some sort of iced coffee and a muffin in his grasps, he was quite content to take a seat at a small table by the window and enjoy the air conditioning.

Until the scrape of the other chair at his table caught his attention anyway. Harry glanced up to find a young man, probably a college freshman like Takashi, now sitting across from him with an iced coffee already set on the table. Dark hair, tan skin, a lean face, and brown eyes... the typical Japanese man, if a bit more attractive than most.

He didn't hold a candle to Takashi though, and Harry studiously ignored him.

If he had had a mother, she probably would have told him to not talk to strangers.

"Are you a Todai student?" Harry was forced to return his attention to the man with this question. With a low, smooth voice, Harry figured he probably had no problem chatting up girls.

"No," replied the wizard. No reason to say anything else to a student.

"I should have known; isn't that a high school uniform? I don't go there either, but I find the best coffee shops are around the bigger universities," the stranger went on as if Harry were someone he knew. "Take these iced mochas for example. You won't find a better one in all of Japan."

Actually, Harry found it rather mediocre, and told his tablemate so. The man just laughed.

"Well, I have to admit that the coffee has nothing on the company you find in such places," Harry felt a knee bump into his, and at first thought it an accident until the knee returned quite purposefully.

Oh Merlin, the guy was trying to flirt with him.

Harry's knee retreated just as purposefully as the stranger's advanced, perhaps more so since Harry turned his body away from the table rather pointedly and kept his knees to himself.

And yet the guy kept at it. He even dropped a cheesy American pick-up line – something about a bandage, Harry wasn't entirely sure what the guy was saying since whatever it was had been badly translated – and Harry was prepared to leave the air conditioned sanctuary and just wait at the car instead.

Until his savior arrived, that is. Takashi strolled into the door, scanning the shop, and Harry waved him down quickly. Takashi was there, which meant the smarmy git would leave or Harry would, without fear of unwanted harassment.

(Of course, he wouldn't mind Takashi harassing him.)

"Takashi! I was wondering when your class would get out," Harry couldn't help but release a relieved sigh as he stood to embrace Takashi and quite pointedly give him a peck on the cheek. If he suspected anything, Takashi said nothing.

He did, however, glower in a rather menacing manner at the interloper. Harry made sure to not completely detach himself from his wonderful, intimidating boyfriend.

"Er, I..." the man slowly stood from the table and fled to another part of the room with many a second glance at the black-haired pair.

Harry only smiled. Ah, the joys of having a jealous boyfriend.

Now if only he wasn't like that around Krum...

Author's Note: While writing this, I was listening to the Beatles' movie "Yellow Submarine" – my dad was watching it and there's a tree between me and the tv, so technically I was just listening. It may have affected my judgment somewhat, I don't really know.