I apologize that this story might seem a bit rushed. I'll try to fit as much Harry Uta bonding fluff in but remember this started as an oneshot and I don't intend for it to be long.

I do not own Tokyo ghoul or Harry Potter.

Uta glanced down at James's sleeping form from the corner of his eyes. James had fallen asleep slumped against the bar with his arms crossed and cushioning his face. Uta knew the other male wasn't drunk as he'd barely touched his glass of wine. Uta figured it had something to do with the dark bags under James's eyes and decided not to wake him, besides it presented the perfect opportunity for Itori, Yomo and himself to talk.

"You know he smells really good but I don't want to take a bite out of him. A bit like candles I suppose, they smell good but that doesn't mean you want to eat them." Itori said softly as she stood next to James's sleeping form, looking down at him intently.

"He's not human." Yomo's deep voice said as he took a sip of drink from his cup. Itori nodded her agreement "Definitely not human but not a ghoul either. What is he?" Itori had always been a fan of puzzles, of picking things apart till she found out the answer. It looked like James had caught her interests. Uta knew Itori wouldn't go too far since she didn't want to upset Uta but she would still be curious.

The dark haired teen shifted in his sleep, and all three ghouls stiffened, afraid that he'd wake up. Instead all James did was reach out with one of his hands and tangled it into Uta's jacket before falling back into a deep sleep.

Itori looked down at the tight grip James had on Uta's jacket. "That's another thing. I know you like him, but Uta you're a ghoul, relationships with non-ghouls will always be hard for us. It doesn't help that we have no idea what James actually is. What if he's a spy sent here by the doves to find out if anyone in the area is a ghoul?"

Uta looked down at where James hand grasped his jacket. "I doubt he's a spy and I think you know how unlikely that is as well. And this is more than just a crush Itori. It sounds sappy but I feel connected. I want to tell him I'm a ghoul, I have a feeling he'll accept me."

Itori looked at Uta with wide eyes "Are you crazy? You can't tell such a big secret to a guy you barely know!" Itori was cut off by Uta "But that's the thing. I feel like I know him, I don't know how or why but I do. I know I'd do whatever it takes to protect him but most of all I trust him."

Itori turned to Yomo "Yomo back me up here. You know this is crazy, right?" Yomo sighed heavily "Itori, Uta knows what he's doing. If he thinks he can trust James then let him trust him." Yomo looked Uta in the eye "But don't come complaining to us if this blows up in your face. Only tell James the truth if you're sure that's the right thing to do."

Uta felt James's grip on his jacket tighten and Uta was sure this was the right thing to do. He definitely didn't love James's but it was quite possible that with time he would.

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When Harry woke he was warm and comfortable, which didn't match up to his memory of falling asleep at the bar. He knew from experience that bars were not warm, nor were they comfortable. Which meant he wasn't at the bar anymore but he didn't remember waking up and going anywhere.

He recognised what he was sleeping on as a bed or maybe a comfortable couch. He was still dressed though he wasn't wearing his shoes. There was a warm heavy blanket over him which was the source of his warmth and a strong pair of arms gently circling his waist.

His brain froze. He looked down to find that there were indeed arms around him, arms he recognised easily as Uta's because of the tattoos. It was than the he became aware of the muscled chest his back was pressed against. He felt a heavy blush come to his face. He knew for a fact that they hadn't done anything. The only reason he wouldn't remember something like that would be if he'd been drunk which he hadn't been because he'd barely touched his drink. Besides, both of them were fully dressed.

He knew it was likely Uta hadn't been able to or hadn't wanted to wake him up, but where was he now? It could be Uta's apartment but he doubted that as Uta seemed like the kind to like his privacy. It most definitely wasn't Harry's own apartment because this wasn't his and George's bed, besides George wouldn't have let Uta sleep in the same bed as him.

He nearly groaned out loud at the thought of George. Hopefully the redhead wasn't too worried, oh who was he kidding? George was going to kill him. He buried his head in his hands and let out a soft groan. He was not looking forward to the rant that George was sure to give him. You wouldn't guess it but George was just a big a mother hen as his mother.

He felt the body he was pressed against shift slightly and heard Uta's sleepy voice ask "So are you finally awake?" Harry let out a yawn before a realization hit him. He hadn't had a nightmare which rarely ever happened. Maybe it was a coincidence of maybe it was because Uta was there; Harry decided to think more about it later as he got out of bed.

He looked down at his crumpled clothes in distaste. He decided he'd fix his clothes with a spell the first chance he got but for now settled with surveying the room. There was a small kitchen area with a tiled floor that looked like it didn't get used much, a lounge room type area with a couch, coffee table and a TV, The bed was pushed into the corner along with a wardrobe and there was a door leading to what harry assumed was the bathroom.

Strangely enough there was no proper table for people to eat at but Harry decided not to question it and just filed it away for later questioning. Looking back down at the bed he found it slightly ridiculous that Uta was still wearing those glasses but didn't say anything. "Where are we?" he didn't feel nervous because if Uta had wanted to hurt him or anything along that line he would have already tried. Besides, Harry was confident in his abilities to defend himself.

Uta snuggled into the blankets before giving a muffled answer "At my place, where else do you think we'd be?" Harry surveyed the place again "You live here?" Uta nodded in to the blankets. "Yeah I do. Though admittedly, I normally spend most of my time at the studio so I rarely come here."

Harry glanced at the electric clock on top of the wardrobe which read 9:00am and made his way to the kitchen "Do you want me to make us breakfast?" Unseen to Harry Uta tensed slightly "Sure." Harry picked up a hint of distaste in Uta's tone, not at him but more at the idea of breakfast. Harry honestly wasn't that hungry, besides he could eat when he got back to his and Georges apartment. "Or not. I'm not really that hungry so if you're not hungry there's no point in me making food. I guess I'll just head home."

Uta gracefully got out of bed. "Do you mind waiting a couple of minutes? There's something at the studio I want to show you." Harry though of George and decided that the red head was most definitely already angry that a short amount of time wouldn't change anything.

He once again glanced down at his rumpled clothes. His jeans didn't look to bad it was really just his top. "Sure I'll wait, but I'm not looking forward to going out wearing this." Uta glanced at him from where he was going through his wardrobe looking for clothes.

Letting out a hum Uta scooped a top from the draw before throwing it at Harry. "Here wear this, it should fit you." Blushing ever so slightly Harry let out a soft "Thanks." Uta nodded "Your welcome. I'll get changed into these clothes in the bathroom and you can put that top on while you wait." Harry nodded, for once unable to talk.

Uta made his way towards the bathroom only stopping to plant a gentle kiss on Harry's forehead and mutter a soft "good morning." Once Uta was in the bathroom Harry quickly pulled off his top and slipped the one Uta had lent him on. It was slightly too big for it but at least Harry didn't look like he was swimming in it. And he couldn't help but notice that it smelt like Uta.

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Uta was once again leading Harry down the streets, their hands linked. The studio was only a couple of minutes away so they were once again walking. Harry was considering the pros and cons of calling George and decided to wait till he'd seen whatever Uta wanted to show him.

Uta unlocked the Studio doors and both of them entered. Uta made a bee line to where Harry knew the hidden door lay. Uta unlocked the door with the keys before swinging it open and gesturing for Harry to enter first.

Harry felt like something important was about to happen as he glanced at Uta before nervously entering the room. What he saw both shocked him and took his breath away. This room had the same floor and walls as the other but the content was completely different. There were rows of podiums each with a bust and mask on top.

Masks hung from the walls and there was what looked like a working bench in the corner. The masks themselves were beautiful, each one of them unique. He instantly recognised Uta's style and knew the other man had made them. But the question was, why?

A blur of movement and Harry found himself pinned to the wall, Uta was facing him with his hands pressed to the wall either side of Harry's head. "Can I trust you?" Understanding that this moment was important Harry nodded and whispered a soft "Yes."

With a slightly shaking hand Uta reached up and pulled of his glasses before letting them go and the glasses fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Harry didn't even notice, he was too busy staring into Uta's black and red eyes, ghoul eyes.