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Chapter 1-

Gang Meets Kyouya

Haruhi smiled sweetly as she pretended to be a guy, just like always, and played host to her group of regulars. Soon enough, their time was up, and she was free to go. Quickly, she made her way over to stand with Kyouya.

"Kyouya-sempai, have you heard about the group of foreigners coming to Ouran soon?"

To this Kyouya simply nodded, not looking up from his clipboard. "Perhaps we could get one of them to participate in the Host Club," He said, obviously thinking aloud. "That could easily increase our income, and help pay for Hunny-sempai's expensive sweet tooth."

Haruhi could only nod as she scanned the room. The Hitachiin twins were making some sort of fuss. Kaoru was curling up to his brother's chest, whose arms were protectively encircling him. It was something along the lines of Kaoru being upset that he was a burden, and Hikaru telling him that he wasn't.

Tamaki was easily wooing a girl, only to smile and wave her off when her time was over. "Goodbye, Sweet hime!" His voice was happy and seemed to chime.

Hunni-sempai was sitting at a table, eating his sweets, with Mori sitting across from him. Mori's usual stoic expression unchanging was a great contrast to Hunni's humming and swaying.

Kyouya took a deep breath in as he received a call on is cell phone. With a nod and a 'yes, sir' he hung up once more and turned to Haruhi.

"My apologies, Haruhi-chan, but could you make sure that Tamaki does not become too out of line? The Dean has called and would like me to go up and meet the new exchange students. Apparently, they have arrived and I am to show them around the school." He bowed a bit and made his way out of the third music room, his stride easy as he made his way to the office.

Harry glanced around the office, gently rubbing his throat, still tingling from the recent translator spell placed upon it. It was a nice office, a little formal, though. Then again, he hadn't expected anything else, not with how much the tuition had been (and then the description of the school. Why Dumbledore wanted him to come here of all places, where he would stand out no matter what he did, was beyond him). Still, he was glad he'd forced his friends into coming. They could at least be outcasts together.

Another thing that surprised him was that Suoh knew who, and what, they really were. Apparently, it a condition had to be met before any of the school were accepted into the program, the headmaster, or principle (whoever), had to agree with full knowledge of who they were and sign a contract stating that they would not use said information against the students in anyway, shape, or form. Harry figured it was more formally said than that, but that was the gist of what he'd gotten from Dumbledore.

Harry shifted uncomfortably. Ouran's school uniforms were nothing like Hogwarts'

Of course it isn't, Harry berated himself. This is a muggle school. They wouldn't have robes.

Still, despite the uncomfortable fit of them, they were nothing like the girls'. He had to admit that yellow was not Hermione's best color. The horrified look on her face when she'd first seen it made him think that she knew it too, but she had sucked it up and put it on. Harry was glad she'd brought other clothes. Yellow was not her color.

He caught Malfoy smirking at him, then, and forced himself to sit still. He so shouldn't have goaded the blond prat into coming. He should have known that Malfoy would go for the most expensive one. He should have . . . well, shoulda, woulda, coulda.

His eyes, after a brief glare, left Malfoy to drift over to their teacher chaperone. Why, of all the professors in the school, and all those willing to volunteer from the order, had Dumbledore sent HIM? He would have been perfectly happy with Trelawney . . . okay, maybe not, but . . .Snape? He could literally hear his mind whining about the unfairness of it all.

And then there was Fred and George. Their presence had really surprised him. Apparently, after he'd given them his Triwizard winnings, they made several of their jokes and sold them over the holidays, leaving them with enough to afford this trip, and still have enough, barely, to make more jokes. When Harry had approached them about it, they'd said it was a business venture. After all, how else were they supposed to get a hold of the Japanese Wizarding establishments?

Harry wasn't sure whether to be relieved or worried about them being there. On the one hand, it was a few more people he actually knew (and liked), on the other, they were bound to be trouble.

His thoughts were abruptly cut off when the door opened.

Kyouya walked into the office and bowed to the Dean, who also happened to be Tamaki's father. "Suoh-Sensei, you asked for me?"

The Dean stood from his desk and nodded. "Kyouya-kun, these are the exchange students from England. I would very much appreciate it if you would take them around the school as classes will be starting soon. (1)"

Kyouya stood up straight and nodded, his glasses gleaming in the morning light. "Of course, Suoh-sensei.

He then turned to the group and smiled an almost evil smile. "My name is Ohtori Kyouya, and I am the vice-president of the Host Club."

Almost as one, they all stood, except for Snape, who had refused a seat when it had been offered. He, however, raised an eyebrow at the student, seemingly unimpressed by him. Harry couldn't understand that at all. Ohtori (a strange name if he'd ever heard one . . . and he'd heard several) was very confident; he could practically see it oozing off of the older boy. And the boys grin . . . well, if Harry hadn't already faced Voldemort four times (including the encounter when he was just over a year old), he knew a shiver would have raced down his spine. As it was, it made him a little wary of the older boy.

Hermione was the first of them to move, and she only did so after it was obvious no one else (including Snape) was inclined to do so.

"Hello," she said, voice confident. "I am Granger Hermione. The shorter red-head is Weasley Ronald, and the Twins over there are Weasley Fred, and George. The dark-haired one is Potter Harry, and that blond is Malfoy Draco. Our chaperone is Snape-sensei."

It was then that Harry remembered that Hermione had told them that they introduced themselves using their last names first. Which meant that, he wracked his brains for a moment, the guy's name was actually Kyouya. Except he shouldn't call him that because it was rude . . . or something, he couldn't remember exactly. He'd have to ask Hermione about it later.

Really, never had he been so grateful that Hermione was with him. Well, actually, he could think of several occasions, but this was just another to add to the list.

Kyouya smiled at the brunette girl and nodded. "Please follow me. I have drop off a few directions to the club members and then I can show you all to your classes." He turned to the Dean once more. "Sensei?"

"Malfoy, Potter, Granger, and the younger Weasley will all be in class 1-A, while the older two will be in class 2-A with you and Tamaki." With that, the Dean sat down, turning to Snape.

Kyouya nodded and motioned for the students to follow him through the door and then down the hall.

"I still can't believe we're here," Hermione whispered to him and Ron. "Think of everything we're going to be learning. It's an entirely different culture. Nothing like reading about it."

On her other side, Ron rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, 'Mione. You've said that about a hundred times since we left Hogwarts. And did you have to introduce me as Ronald?"

"It's only manners, Ron." Hermione sniffed.

Harry just shook his head.

"Come on, Ron . . ."

"Cheer up," the twins said, each of them throwing an arm around Ron's shoulders. We're in a different country . . ."

"With no mum to stop us from doing anything."

"That does not mean you can just to anything you want to do!" Hermione exclaimed, mouth set.

The twins looked at her. "Oh, come one, Hermione, lighten up."

"You don't want to turn into McGonagle."

Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing at Hermione's outraged expression.

Kyouya looked the group over and smiled a bit. The two twins reminded him of Kaoru and Hikaru. He looked at each of them, and found his eyes stopping on the blond at the back of the group. What had Granger said his name was? Malfoy? Yes, that was it. He seemed very uncomfortable being there at Ouran.

With a shrug, he looked back to the front as they came to the third music room. Suddenly, rose petals seemed to spring from the doors and shower the group. Kyouya sighed; Tamaki was such a drama king.

"Welcome beautiful hime!" Tamaki rushed forward and grasped Hermione's hand, kissing it once lightly before giving her the smile that made most girls' hearts melt.

(1)Japan starts their classes later-ish, so their clubes are early in the day along with after school.

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