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Japanese Vacation
Chapter 7
A Silly Fear
As soon as the lunch bell rang, Harry had pulled out his meal and turned around to eat with Hermione. He raised an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugged in return.
Kaoru walked over and sat across from his brother. They decided that they would leave Harry alone for a while, as they knew Hermione was going to want to talk with him. So, they stayed content with their own company. Every so often, Kaoru would poke his head over his brother's shoulder to look over at Harry and Hermione.
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Haruhi yawned and stretched her arms out over her head as the bell rang. "Finally we can eat." She smiled pulling out her bento box that was wrapped in a pink cloth with small yellow bunnies on it. Unwrapping her bento she opened it and smiled. "Wow, dad really picked some good stuff for once. Mmm, even some sashimi." She clapped her hands once and used her chopsticks to begin eating.
Draco felt his jaw drop. Never before had he met a guy that acted so much like a . . . well, a girl. Maybe he was gay? Well, it wasn't something you just came out and asked, really. Maybe he could get an idea from someone else? Nobody from the Host Club, that was for sure, idiots, the lot of them. Well, except for acting like a girl, Haruhi was alright. Draco shook his head to clear it of his ridiculous thoughts.
Haruhi looked over at Draco, then back at the cloth. "What? Oh, that? My dad packed my lunch. Usually, I don't wrap it in that, but it used to be my mom's, so I guess it's not that bad." She smiled and held out her box to him. "Want to try some?"
After a very brief inner debate (the results being that he decided that it was neither poisoned, or going to turn him into a guy that giggled), he nodded his thanks and took a little. He 'hmm'ed a bit. "It's good," he said, nodding appreciatively. No, he thought, Fujioka isn't that bad of a muggle.
Haruhi smiled. "My dad can cook pretty well when he wants to, though I do most of the work." She set the box between the two of them, so that Draco could easily reach over if he wanted to.
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"You know it's not your fault, right?" Hermione asked, after a moment.
Harry shrugged. "If I hadn't--"
"No," Hermione said firmly, shaking her head for added effect. "You had no idea that Mrs. Weasley would pull him out of here after we got here."
"I still should have asked her if it was alright."
"Ron, should have asked permission before coming," Hermione countered. "All you did was pay the way. He should have made sure that it was alright to come."
"But if I hadn't paid, he wouldn't have come, and he wouldn't be in trouble."
"Harry." Hermione paused until she was sure that she had his full attention. "I did not come all the way to Japan, and am not wearing the most ridiculous yellow dress, just to see you mope about and complain because your guilt complex is acting up."
"But—"
"How often am I wrong, Harry?"
"Never," Harry answered immediately, without thinking.
"And I say you're not at fault."
Harry blinked once before a small smile lifted his lips.
"It's Ron's fault, so, we're going to enjoy our time here while we can, and take him back several souvenirs. Okay?"
Harry nodded, his smile growing a little. "Okay."
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Fred and George sat with their head close together, whispering hurriedly. Occasionally, one of the them would glance up to make sure that no one was close enough to over hear them, but their head would descend quickly. They were not master pranksters for nothing; it was time that they showed their talents to Ouran.
Harry quickly packed his book away when the final bell rang. He had a sudden craving for chocolate chip cookies. Unfortunately that meant that he would have to make them himself. Maybe Hermione would be willing to help him eat them?
"I'm in the mood for cookies," Harry told Hermione. "Want to watch me make them and then help me eat them?"
Hermione laughed. "I suppose, just don't expect me to eat too many of them."
Harry grinned, leading the way out of the room. He ran a hand through his hair as he stepped out into the hall, glancing around. It was a habit he'd picked up when he was younger. Usually, it helped to know where everyone was. At least you could prevent accidentally bumping into someone, or something; especially something breakable, which would then get him thrown into his cupboard. Harry flashed another smile at Hermione.
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Kaoru and Hikaru walked over to Haruhi, waiting for her to get her things together. Haruhi stood and began to gather her things into her bag.
"Would you like to come to the Host Club today?" she asked as she gave the twins a pointed stare. "You don't have to worry about them. I'm sure they'll be too busy to pour water on you. Besides, you can help me with my customers." She smiled her usual smile as she turned her head to Draco.
Draco stopped packing his books to look back up at Haruhi, his eyes slid over to the twins, who didn't seem that happy with the invite. "I appreciate the offer Fujioka-san, but I am not a Slytherin for nothing. Besides, I have other work I must catch up on. Perhaps another time, though?" Well, he wasn't actually considering hanging out with the Host Club, but he wouldn't mind hanging with Haruhi, if he had to hang out with a muggle. Of course, if anyone ever tried to call him on it he'd deny it immediately.
Haruhi nodded. "Alright then, see you later Malfoy-kun."
She waved and lead the twins out of the class room and towards the music room. "I wonder why Malfoy-kun looks at me so odd, perhaps…." Her eye widened as she realized, none of them knew that she was in fact a girl. She placed a fist in her open palm. "Oh, of course…" She sighed, No wonder. Anyone would look at a person like that if the person was giggling and had their bento box covered in a pink and yellow cloth. She let her head hang low, she must have seemed like a very gay person to Draco.
Kaoru and Hikaru watched as Haruhi began to think aloud. To them, that Malfoy guy was very weird, and what was a Slytherin anyway?
Draco finished packing his books, and, already knowing the uselessness of finding a quiet, lonely, place to study, planned to head back to the rented house. It really was the only place safe enough to go over his other lessons, and, with Snape making their weekly tests, it would be best if he studied as much as possible.
--3 days later--
It was the end of yet another day, and Harry was not sure whether to be amused, or extremely annoyed with the Hitachiin twins. They seemed to thrive on making him uncomfortable, but, for the most part, it seemed to just be a way to get attention from the female half of the school.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Harry met up with Hermione to leave the room. They got to the door, just as Hikaru, Kaoru, Haruhi, and Draco did. Harry and Draco ignored eachother, as they had the last few days. It all suited Harry just fine.
Despite his worries about the twins, though, Harry was in a fairly good mood. It vanished, however, as soon as he left the classroom, for, moving through the hall was a death eater. He'd know those cloaks anyway.
"Death Eater," he hissed, hoping Hermione was the only one to hear him. Then, knowing that Hermione would follow, he quickly ran down the hall in the opposite direction of the cloaked man.
Hermione, for her part, was startled at Harry's hissed declaration. Panic filling her, she turned to look at the death eater, only to relax a moment later. No Death Eater she knew carried around a puppet, especially not a yellow one.
Haruhi looked at where Harry had been. As she did, she felt an odd feeling of being watched. When she turned her head in the opposite direction, she saw a cloaked figure standing before her. All she could do was smile.
"Oh, hello, Nekozawa-sempai."
The dark figure lifted his head and smiled meekly at Haruhi. "Hello, Fujioka-chan. Did I scare off your friend?" He tilted his head, as did Belzenev, his yellow cat puppet.
"Ne, Nekozawa-sempai, what are you doing out of the Black Magic Club's room? Doesn't the light hurt?" The twins chimed as they held up a small key chain flashlight.
Nekozawa rose his arm to shield himself. "You wouldn't!" his voice seemed fearful."
"And why not?"
"Hikaru, Kaoru, stop it!" Haruhi grabbed the small flashlights and put them in her bag. "Granger-chan, is Potter-kun alright?" She looked up at Hermione, confused.
Hermione seemed to freeze for a moment, glancing back at where Harry had disappeared to. She grimaced.
"Erm, Harry has . . . well, he's," she quickly wracked her brain for an answer, almost wishing that a death eater had been attacking. "He has the strangest fear of people in black cloaks and hoods, one or the other he can handle, but when it's only one he freaks. It's completely irrational, and he knows it. He's been working on it, honestly, but it seems to be ingrained into him, says he's always had it. Since before he can remember. I'd better go make sure he's alright," she finished quickly, suddenly realizing that she was rambling. And it would be a good idea to let him know of his newly acquired fear.
"Oh, it was nice to meet you," she said, bowing to the black figure.
"I'll come with you," Malfoy said, voice strained, though Hermione could see his eyes laughing. "Never know where Potter'll turn up."
Hermione could only nod in reply.
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Nekozawa watched the two students run off, feeling that there was something odd about them, something he could not yet put his finger on. He shrugged and turned back to the others. "Well, I must be going. Goodbye, Fujioka-chan."
Haruhi shrugged. "Well, we'd better get to the club. I really wish we could get them to come some time." She sighed, holding her bag over one shoudler as she walked.
The two twins began to snicker as they walked behind Haruhi.
"What?" Harry asked, eyes widening pitifully.
"You heard me," Hermione said.
"Did you have to say that?"
"It was on the spot, and it was the only thing that came to mind, and, really Harry, did you really think that a Death Eater is going to be here?"
Harry shrugged. "I guess I didn't really think about it. I saw the cloak, and-"
"And made an assumption."
Harry nodded.
"Next time, don't."
"Well, now I know that someone in black is gliding around the place." There was a pause. "But did you have to say that I was afraid of cloaks?"
"Black cloaks, Harry, and hoods. So, as long as you don't see that combination, you're fine."
"But, if I do, I have to run the other way."
Hermione shrugged helplessly, pulling Harry from the room. "Can't help you there, Harry."
Allanasha Ke Kiri: Alright, well, nothing really happened in this chapter, but this, ladies and gentleman, is what we call a filler chapter. They are usually designed to fill up space so that you can smoothly transition from one place to another. (grin) Anyway, now Harry has to remember to be afraid of the most sillies of things, and all because he acted without thinking. (laughs) that is so typically him!
Aku-Hitokiri-Kitsune: Ok so lately we have come up with an idea. We have created a youtube account and we are wanting to make a slide show type video. Unfortunately my art is seeming to slump when it comes to trying to draw people, give me a dragon and I'm fine, so. We are in need of pictures! Please draw your favorite scene and if we like it we'll put it in the video, chronologically of course. Also, the one or two pictures we like the most will get their own ficlet written specially for them using this crossover. So, please enter a picture. If you have a Deviantart account please contact me, I am Ramnakua. (looks at Author note) wow this is getting long…. Ok well, now that is said please don't forget to vote in the poll if you haven't already. Now ready? Set. GO! REVIEW PLEASE!!