AN: Hope you like this chapter XD and if it isn't obvious enough by the end of the chapter, I chose Kyoya/Hadrian as the final pairing.

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Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Ouran High School Host Club

Chapter 4

"So where do you want to do this?" Hadrian asked as he sat next to his new partner, dropping his book bag carelessly on the floor and smirking when annoyance flashed through Kyoya's face when he put his legs on the desk.

"I think we should first do research in the library and then we can decide to go either at your house or mine," Kyoya answered as he fixed his glasses. Although unexpected, Kyoya was glad his partner turned out to be Potter, his sources and informants had found nothing and he means nothing, on the Britain. It was highly suspicious and Kyoya was determined to unearth the secrets and mysteries surrounding Hadrian Potter. The project they had to work on together was the perfect opportunity to do so, to get closer to him and learn all there was to him so Kyoya could go back to his previous life; not having his thoughts and interest centered on Potter. After all, Hadrian potter would be just another face among the hundreds of students, nothing else of interest to Kyoya. But before that he had to find what Potter was hiding.

"You want to do it today or tomorrow, I have nothing to do after school but you have club activities," Hadrian shrugged, not caring either way and was thinking about the topic for their project, the assignment being that they had to do a presentation on a Japanese political figure from the Shogun Era. They were free to choose whoever one they wanted and Hadrian was planning to let Ootori choose since he was Japanese after all.

"Today if you don't mind, I want to get the research done before getting to work right away."

Hadrian nodded in agreement and right after the bell rung he hurried away; he could feel the piercing gaze of the Suoh heir and wanted nothing to do with him and his eccentrics.

After school he waited for the Ootori heir to clear out his desk, leaning over the classroom's door as he watched the round ass of the other when Kyoya had to lean over to pick up his fallen pencil. Hadrian was unsure if the other brunette knew how seductive he seemed doing it, the uniform perfectly showed off his bum and the action was graceful and hot. He let his eyes wander to the rest of Kyoya's body, taking in his lean and defined chest since he was miraculously not wearing his blazer, his unblemished pale skin glowing in the sunlight that filtered through the window. When he finally reached the face of the other he only smirk when his eyes met coal black, smirking wider when the other flushed in apparent embarrassment at Hadrian's shamelessly checking him out.

Kyoya tried to will the blush away but it proved fruitless and he instead turned his attention back to his desk, putting his notebooks away and stiffly putting on his blazer, cursing the burning sun that had forced him to take it off if he didn't want to suffer heatstroke. Although he was embarrassed some part of him, a part that he ignored and pretended wasn't part of him, felt flattered and even some attraction towards the other. But he simply ignored the feelings and led the other towards the library, he had already notified the rest of the hosts and he had convinced Tamaki to not follow them with the promise of persuading Potter into joining the club. The blond had then gone on about it being an infiltration and spying mission, adamant of dressing 'Mama' into a cliché spying outfit; sunglasses and walkie-talkie included. A simple glare was sufficient to let the others (the twins had joined in on trying to force Kyoya into the black outfit) know that no, he was not wearing the ridiculous costume and to please (re: glare) stop shouting about their distanced and rebellious son coming back home.

"If anything, he would be the adopted son," Kyoya pointed out dryly before walking away and ignoring 'Papa' as he brooded over being ignored.

"Hello, Earth to Kyoya!" Kyoya snapped his head back, blushing yet again when he noticed how close their faces were, able to see flecks of hazel in the bright emerald of Potter's eyes.

"Hey, sorry about that. It's just that I called you for like five minutes and you did not respond," Hadrian said and shrugged, not minding since he was able to continue ogling the brunette without the other's notice. "Should we go now?" He asked when the other simply sat on his seat, feeling a little impatient since he was hungry and they still had to go to the library where the host's presence in it wouldn't be missed and the girls would be unbearable trying to spy on the 'cool' host.

Kyoya gave a sharp nod, fixing his glasses to hide the brief flash of lust that burned inside him and walked alongside the slightly taller young man.

Twitch…

Twitch…

Twitch…

Fuck this! He stood angrily from the table, chair scraping the floor loudly and immediately getting his companion's attention. Hadrian had dealt with many embarrassing, annoying, and blood boiling situations and people but this was getting ridiculous. Immediately upon entering the library the host's presence was noted by the students, the boys not caring either way but the girls were another thing. It started with simply being gawked at (he could deal with it, it was normal thanks to his status as the Savior and Hero), then whispers (again, it was manageable), the more daring girls approaching and asking for 'help' from the 'cool' host and like the gentleman he is, Kyoya did so( again, manageable and expected). Thing was, Hadrian was hungry, tired, still had some new paperwork to deal with apart from the assigned homework, and had a headache that started the moment the staring began. It was no longer bearable and Hadrian could no longer take it. He was staring to get angry and he didn't want to explode on the innocent student population (although it was their fault), so he did what was most preferable thing to do; he stormed out of the library ignoring his partner's incredulous and surprised expression.

Kyoya followed after Potter, mind spinning and trying to think of what may have set him off. Potter had looked frustrated and angry, a dangerous and predatory aura surrounded him and Kyoya was determined to wiggle the answer out of Potter. No matter what.

After hurriedly checking out the books they needed for the project and charming the girls into cleaning the table where he had sat, he hurriedly (Ootori's do not run) followed after the other, knowing that he would most probably find Potter in the parking lot and he had didn't want to miss him since otherwise the other would leave and Kyoya didn't even know where Potter lived, not even the area or district. He panted as he searched for the familiar figure of the Britain and finding the young man sitting underneath a Sakura tree. He fixed his rumpled clothes and made his way to him, wiping the slight perspiration on his face with napkin.

"Potter."

"Hmm?" Hadrian answered with eyes close, meditating to calm his anger.

"Why did you storm out, if you don't mind me asking?" He opted to sit next to the brunette, his legs were unused to such exercise and he needed a breather. Kyoya trailed his onyx eyes on the body next to him, feeling the heat the other radiated, so close were they. Potter seemed to have run too, drops of sweat trailing down his flushed face, his dampened shirt clinging to his chest which made the six-pack he had to be seen. Some of his dark hair was glued to his forehead, the rest in a mess and out of its low ponytail. Had Kyoya not find it sexy and hot, he would have been disgusted at the less than presentable condition.

Without his knowing he had a hand softly trailing over Hadrian's face, tracing his sharp cheekbones, the soft and warm skin, touching the arched eyebrows, his eyelids that now hid his mesmerizing eyes; until finally his fingertips stopped at the other's lips, feeling the softness and warm breath, absentmindedly asking himself if they would taste as good as they looked…

Kyoya was about to move away, onyx meeting emerald but Hadrian didn't let him, holding his hand in a tight yet soft grip and leading it back to his lips; consenting to let the other touch him. Kyoya blinked, mind in a haze of lust and attraction, continuing to wander the handsome face with his hand. Little by little getting closer to Hadrian's face, their breaths soon intermingling and nose touching. Their lips were a breath away from touching, ghosting over each other in brief touches. They both closed their eyes, closing the last space between them…

AN: First try at a cliffhanger, haha…