Japanese Vacation Chapter 19: leaving, a Harry Potter + Ouran High School Host Club Crossover fanfic

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Japanese Vacation

Chapter 18

Draco woke stiffly, and turned over, wondering, for a moment, whether he had fallen off his bed. "Oh, right," he said, as he glanced around. Stretching, he stood from the mat and made his way to the trunk, pulling out the clothes he would wear that day, and his hair gel. Quietly, he left the room.

Haruhi was already out in the kitchen cooking breakfast when she heard Draco move around and leave her father's room. "Ohayo, Malfoy-kun."

"Ohayo, Fujioka-chan," he answered, heading for the bathroom. He knocked first, to make sure that no one was in there, before he quickly entered and locked the door.

Harry blinked awake with a contended sigh. For a moment, he thought he was at Hogwarts, but the familiar red curtains were no where to be seen. It did not take him long to remember after that. Slowly, he sat up with a sigh, and pushed his hair from his eyes, only to find his wand still in his hand. He was very relieved that he had not broken it in his sleep.

Harry slid out of bed and padded his way over to his trunk and began rummaging around for clothes to wear, knowing that he was really going to stick out no matter what he decided on.

He wondered, briefly, what the Dursley's would say if they knew that he was staying with someone as influential as the Ohtori's seemed to be. They'd probably die of shock, he thought in silent amusement, as he pulled out one of his older, and thus, smaller, outfits. Not that it mattered much, because it was still too big for him. With a sigh, he went about changing into a black shirt and a pair of jeans, slipping on a belt to keep the pants from slipping off his thin frame.

After he was done, he debated where to put his wand. Eventually, he slipped it into his pocket; it was large enough for it at any rate. He just had to make sure not to throw himself into any chairs.

Hermione woke to find Crookshanks sleeping peacefully on her stomach. She sighed lightly and gently moved the large cat off of her, waking him in the process. He gave an irritated meow to show her his displeasure.

"Well, I've got to get up," Hermione told him as she sat up and stretched. She ran a hand through her hair, only to wince when every one of her fingers ran into tangles. "And brush my hair."

Hermione didn't take long to decide on what to wear, ending up with a pair of blue jeans that flared out at the bottom and a purple shirt. Then, after brushing it out, she pulled her hair into a pony-tail. She glanced over at Crookshanks. "I suppose it's alright to let you out," she said. "Just go easy on Kirimi, okay?"

Crookshanks cocked his head at her, as if to say that he didn't think was necessary, but he would, if only to humor her.

Hermione shook her head and opened the door; she was in the mood for exploring a little. Crookshanks hurried out after her.

Nekozawa heard a door open and peeked out of his room.

"Oh, good morning, Granger-chan. How was your night? If you are hungry, there is food downstairs in the dining room. It's right down the stairs and through the large set of doors to your left." He smiled waving to her.

Hermione smiled back. "Thank you, Nekozawa-san," she said. "Would you like to join me?" she asked. "Or have you already eaten?"

Nekozawa thought for a moment then came out, pulling his hood up. "I haven't eaten yet and I think some breakfast would be good." He smiled.

Hermione's smile grew. "Great. I never have liked eating alone."

Nekozawa nodded as he walked with Hermione. He still had to get used to someone talking to him like she was. After all, not many girls ever talked to him with out screaming and running off.

It took him about half an hour to change, slick back his hair, and have the gel harden. Afterward, he came out, putting his things back in the room, and grabbed his wand, slipping it up his sleeve.

He entered the kitchen. His shirt was black with a silver dragon looping from the back and resting its head at his chest. He also wore a pair of black slacks, and no shoes.

Haruhi turned and smiled at Draco, she was wearing a pair of light blue knee-high under shorts with a darker blue skirt over them along with a light pink top. Her hair had some extensions in so that she could have it pulled up into pigtails.

"Did you sleep well?"

Draco made to reply but froze mouth slightly open. "Wow," he said, without thinking, before blushing and looking away, quickly clearing his throat. "I . . . I mean, yeah. I did. And you?"

Haruhi tilted her head, a faint blush crossing her cheeks. Suddenly she couldn't understand a word the blond was saying. She caught the 'wow' but after he cleared his throat it was all foreign to her. "Nani?"

Draco frowned, face complete confusion. What had she said? He should be able to . . . Draco raised a hand and smacked his forehead, he felt like such an idiot! Quickly he cleared his throat twice. "Sorry, translation spell is activated or deactivated by clearing our throat. I slept well, and you?" he repeated.

Haruhi smiled and nodded. "I slept fine. I'm glad you slept well. I had a feeling that you might have been uncomfortable because of the bed quilts, they take some getting used to." She finished cooking and put the eggs on two plates along with some toast. Walking to the living room she set the two plates down and sat down herself.

"I thought you'd like something you're more familiar with for breakfast."

Harry hesitated a moment at his door, but then opened it and stepped out. His stomach wanted food, and Kyouya had told him to go to the kitchens if he wanted food.

Kyouya was stepping out as Harry was and he put a hand up to stop him. "You might not want to go and eat right now. My father and brothers are home." His cheek was slightly swollen from where his father had hit him the night before.

"I take that it's not . . ." Harry trailed off upon seeing Kyouya's cheek. His eyes hardened. "What happened?" he asked, nodding to it, his lips pressed together.

He might not be happy with Kyouya, but he'd be damned if he let anyone hurt a friend. And it was with a start of surprise that Harry realized that, yes, he did still see Kyouya as a friend. He was pissed as hell at the older teen, but he was still a friend.

Kyouya put a hand to his face. "It's nothing, I simply stepped out of line." He shifted a bit. "If you're hungry, I know a secret way to the kitchens." He gave the younger a small smiled and held out his hand to one of the rooms. "There's a door that the maids use through that room, it leads to the kitchens." He stepped into the room himself and led the way.

Harry hesitated a moment, wanting to get some answers, but decided to, for once, rely on his underused Slytherin side, and just silently followed him through the room. Though, one of his hands did lightly finger the pocket his wand rested in. Harry cleared his throat.

"I take it, my meeting your father would not be a good thing?"

Tamaki hummed softly as he played the piano in the main hall.

Fred and George woke, almost as one, well rested. They shared a grin, knowing that they could get used to those beds. Quickly, they climbed from their beds and hurried to change. Intent to find their host, hopefully breakfast would be soon.

As they exited their room, they were surprised to hear music drifting through the halls. Both of them followed the music, curious as to who was playing this early in the morning. When they got to the main room, they gaped, staring at Tamaki in wonder. They shared a look, there was definitely more to this guy than met the eye. They continued to listen quietly.

Tamaki continued to play until he realized that he had an audience and turned to look over his shoulder, still hitting all of the right keys. He gave the two a smile and nodded over to a small table were there was a tray of tea and some biscuits with butter and jam. He continued to play.

Fred and George moved over to the table, making sure to keep quiet so they could continue listening to Tamaki play the piano. He really was quite good. They sat and happily munched on the biscuits, both wondering where the blond had learned to play like that.

"So," Hermione said. "How long have you been into magic?"

Crookshanks, seeing that his human was in fairly good hands, rushed off to find the girl from earlier. She was an amazingly good petter for someone who'd never done it before.

"Since I was very little, about Kirimi's age I believe. Maybe younger." He smiled as he adjusted his robes.

Kirimi was down stairs having one of her piano lessons when she saw the large orange cat. "Hi, Crookshanks!" She smiled and scooted over on the bench while the instructor simply watched the girl.

Crookshanks jumped up onto the bench and settled down to watch her, his tail swishing lightly from side to side.

Kirimi smiled and began to try to play with one hand and pet Crookshanks only to receive stern words from her instructor.

Crookshanks decided then and there that he didn't like the instructor, and showed it to him by glaring-which was fairly impressive, coming from an animal of his size.

Kirimi sighed and continued to play. The instructor irately began to try and shoo Crookshanks away using his hand.

"Be gone, cat." He glared at the creature for a moment."

"I didn't believe in any of it until I got my acceptance letter," Hermione said. "I mean, things happened, but it was always brushed off."

Nekozawa nodded. "I can imagine that. I always dreamed of something like that happening to me."

Hermione bit her lip. "There are other magicks out there. There isn't just ours. In fact, I came across a few of them in the Hogwarts library. Even muggles can do them, if they have the right resources."

Nekozawa lead the way down the stairs and smiled at the sight of his sister playing the piano, though his smile turned stern after a moment when he saw the instructor trying to shoo away the large orange cat. When he walked over he tapped the teacher on the shoulder.

"Excuse me but you know that the Nekozawa family considers all cats to be sacred, do you not?"

Hermione blinked at Nekozawa's words. They did? She hadn't known that. Well, she decided, it was a good thing she didn't have a dog.

Crookshanks, deciding that he'd had enough of the instructor, extended his claws and swiped at him, aiming for the male's thigh. A sadistic type of pleasure appearing in his eyes as his claws connected with skin.

The instructor yelped in pain as he jumped up, nearly tumbling over Nekozawa in the process.

"I'm sorry Nekozawa-sama, but I can not work with your younger sister while cat is going to attack me!"

"Then leave, he's attacking because he thinks you are not a good person." Nekozawa's eyes narrowed as he pointed to the door. "I will speak with my parents about your payment, if there is any, when they return from Russia."

Crookshanks calmly cleaned his fur, very pleased with himself.

Hermione raised a hand to her bowed head in an attempt to cover her smile. After all this time, she'd learned not to doubt Crookshanks' ability to read people, so she just thought it amusing. At least he hadn't tried to eat him. If he had, Hermione would have called the police. He'd only ever did that with Scabbers.

Nekozawa watched as the man left then went and bent down to pet Crookshanks, not at all hesitating.

"He didn't want me to have Crookshanks here while I practiced." Kirimi sniffed a bit, picking Crookshanks up and hugging him, just not too tight. "But I like having him here."

Crookshanks peered up at the blonde child and blinked slowly.

Draco smiled, glad she wasn't mentioning his earlier slip, and sat at the table. "It's great, thank you." He ate silently a moment. "About the money," he said. "I'll need to make a stop at the bank to convert it to yen." He looked up, wondering if he was really going to offer. "Would you like to come?"

Haruhi thought for a moment. "That sounds good to me. Otou-san is out for the day, he has to work." She smiled as she nodded and continued to eat.

Draco nodded. "We'll have to get a hold of Granger. None of my robes will fit you."

Haruhi tilted her head. "Where are we going?" She raised an eye brow looking at Draco.

"Meiyo Roji," Draco answered. "It's the wizard shopping area around here." He frowned thoughtfully. "Actually, if I remember correctly, it isn't too far from here."

Haruhi nodded. "Well I don't have Nekozawa-sempai's number and I can't think of anyone who might."

Draco frowned thoughtful, and remained silent for several moments, before his expression brightened. "That shouldn't be a problem," he said. "I've still got my galleon, and so should she. It might take her awhile to get it, depending on whether she has it on her or not."

Haruhi smiled. "Alright." She finished her breakfast and took the plate to the kitchen and washed it off. "Would you like anything to drink?"

Draco stood after her, his own plate in his hand. "Tea?" he asked, following her example in rinsing off his plate, though it was much clumsier. "I'm going to see if Granger has her Galleon on her." He said, waiting to make sure, she didn't need him for anything.

Haruhi nodded and began to make the tea.

Kyouya looked back at the boy and raised an eyebrow. Hearing the boy speak in English he thought for a second. "No it would not be the best of things right now." He smirked a bit.

Harry blinked, frowning. Kyouya had sounded different. His eyes widened. "You speak English?" he asked, not bothering to clear his throat again.

Kyouya shrugged. "My father's a businessman, so I had to learn English at an early age." He opened a side door to reveal a large kitchen. "Here we are, you can eat anything in that pantry there, the other pantry has stuff that the cook plans the meals with." He pointed to the two, the one on the right being the one he could eat out of.

Harry nodded. "Thank you," he said, with a small nod of his head. It was about all that he was willing to give at the moment, because, though he might feel bad for the older teen, he was still angry with him.

Kyouya nodded and walked out into the dinning hall where his father and brothers were. He sat at the table reluctantly.

"So, Kyouya, is your friend joining us for breakfast today?" His father's stern glare focused on him and all he could do was shake his head.

Harry quietly grabbed something to eat, and debated going back to his room to eat it. After a moment, he decided that he really didn't want to be in anyone's way, so he did just that, hoping that he wasn't doing something taboo. He probably should have asked first, but . . . well, it was too late now.

Finally Tamaki finished the song and turned around. "Sleep well, I hope." He smiled at the two, placing his hands in front of him on the piano bench.

"Best sleep we've ever had," they answered, eyes sparkling.

"Where'd you learn to play like that?" Fred asked.

Tamaki nodded then turned to look at the piano. "My mother taught me, she used to love it when I played for her."

Used to. Both of them heard the past tense in the sentence and winced slightly.

"You play very well," George said. Fred nodded his agreement.

Tamaki smiled, "Thank you very much." With a yawn he got up and walked over grabbing one of the biscuits and sat in a chair next to the two. "So is there anything you'd like to do today?"

Fred and George shrugged. "Hadn't really thought about it," Fred said.

"At some point, we'll have to go over our tests," George added. "But that can be done sometime tonight."

Tamaki nodded. "Well if anything comes to mind, don't be afraid to tell me. We have many different things at our disposal."

"Will do, Chief," Fred said, taking another biscuit.

Tamaki laughed for a moment from being called 'Chief'.

Draco returned to his room and dug through his school bag, very happy that he hadn't moved it yet. He stared at it, frowning, for several minutes before he began fiddling with it. The message was short. :Need to talk. Call Fujioka Haruhi.: He paused, knowing that Hermione wouldn't know the phone number. He sighed, leaving the room. "Fujioka-chan, do you mind if I gave your phone number to Granger?"

Haruhi thought for a moment. "I don't see why not." She smiled and began to wash the dishes from breakfast by hand.

Draco nodded, and then paused again. "Eto . . . what is it?"

"Oh!" Haruhi quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote out the number. "Here you go." She handed him the paper and finished the dishes, drying them and placing them in their correct places.

Draco copied the number onto the galleon and put it in his pocket. "And, now we wait," Draco said. "Knowing Granger, she'll do her homework soon, and will most likely find the galleon."

Haruhi nodded and walked into the living room, picking up her fathers bed quilts and stacking them. Then she walked to her own room and did the same with hers. "Oh Malfoy-kun, would you like me to show you how to fold your bed quilts up? We always fold them and put them away after breakfast."

"That would probably be best, Fujioka-chan," he said, looking a little lost at the thought of actual work. Still, what else had he expected when he agreed to come to Haruhi's apartment?

Haruhi laughed a bit and had him follow her into her father's room. "Just watch this time," She smiled and began to fold the quilts up and stacked them, placing the pillows on top. "There."

Draco tilted his head slightly. "That doesn't look too hard," he said, confident that he'd be able to copy it.

Haruhi smiled. "Would you like to try it to make sure?" Something told her that Draco was going to refuse.

Draco blinked. "But it's already put up. Why undo it just to redo it? It wouldn't make much sense."

Haruhi laughed. "I thought you might say that." She brought a hand to her mouth as she laughed. "I just thought you might want to try it." She smiled, standing as she picked up the stack of things and put them in the closet near her.

Draco raised an eyebrow, was he that transparent? Merlin, he hoped not! He was a Slytherin for a reason, and Slytherins were not transparent. Nonetheless, Draco followed her out of the room, checking the galleon, wondering when Granger would respond.

Kyouya continued to eat in silence with his family until his father slammed down his fist. "I disagree with you bringing this, exchange student, to our home!"

"My apologies father, I just thought…"

"You did not think!" His fathers' anger was evident in his eyes. "Get out of my sight!" With that Kyouya rose and went back to his room, passing Harry's.

Harry, not having grabbed much, finished and began to leave his room to return the plate back in the kitchen. "Oh, hello, Ohtori-san," Harry said.

Kyouya simply gave Harry a look and nodded. He was used to his father yelling at him by now; after all in his eyes he was the least successful of all of the Ohtori boys.

Harry moved around Kyouya to get to the kitchens again, but paused at the door. "Sometimes," Harry said softly, "Someone's true family isn't the ones fate gives you, but the ones you chose along the way." He was gone before Kyouya could respond.

Kyouya stood for a moment hearing Harry's words but could not seem to move. After a while he turned and looked at where Harry was standing before he walked off.

"He sounds like Tamaki when he says that." He smirked a bit and then shrugged going to a book shelf and beginning to read.

Harry quickly deposited the dishes in the sink, rinsing them off so that nothing stuck, and quickly began to leave. There didn't seem to be anyone in there, and it made him just a little nervous.

Hermione finally approached them. "I think he likes being with you," Hermione offered.

Nekozawa nodded, "It would seem so." He stood up straight and looked back at Hermione. "Well, now that is done, shall we continue to the kitchens?"

"I want some of Oni-chama's home made omelets!" Kirimi said laughing and carried Crookshanks to the kitchens. "How about some fish, Crookshanks? Or milk, or how about both?"

Nekozawa sighed and shook his head. "It seems Kirimi-chan is going to spoil him." He laughed.

Hermione laughed. "I doubt he could get any more so," she said. "All he has to do is look at mother, and he gets whatever it was he was wanting, sometimes more."

Nekozawa laughed along with Hermione as they entered the kitchens to see that Kirimi had placed Crookshanks up on the counter top and was giving him a bowl of milk and a small plate of fresh fish. "That's a child of the Nekozawa family for you."

Crookshanks purred contentedly as he lapped up the milk. He then gave his human a look that quite clearly said 'see, this is what you should do everyday.'

Hermione, catching the look, laughed. "If you got this everyday, you'd get fat," Hermione told him. "And then how would you catch those pesky rat?"

Crookshanks mewed, as if such a rat would be worth his time. The only reason he hadn't gotten him before was because the three humans had kept protecting it. At least now they trusted his judgment.

Nekozawa opened the refrigerator and pulled out the eggs and all the other ingredients he needed.

"Oni-chama makes the best omelets!" Kirimi laughed as she moved to sit on a stood that was by the kitchen island that Crookshanks was on.

Hermione grinned, leaning against the island. "I can't wait," she said happily watching Nekozawa work. Hermione loved watching Harry cook, he had a kind of grace about him as he moved around the kitchen, as if he was in his element. It was amazing to watch. Of course, she hoped that by watching him, some of it would wear off on her so that she could cook too.

Nekozawa blushed a bit but still removed his cloak and wig, not able to use either while he cooked. Luckily the lights weren't too bright. Then he handed Belzenev off to Kirimi who put the puppet on her hand and made it face Crookshanks and waved a bit.

Crookshanks blinked at the yellow puppet, before turning back to his meal of milk and fish. Perhaps the child was a little off center, as his humans said, as well.

Haruhi went into the living room and turned on the TV. "Doesn't seem to be anything on." She sighed and rested up against the table, bored.

Draco followed her out and sat, practically transfixed by the television. "How do you do it?" he asked, even after nearly a month among them, he couldn't comprehend how they did something like this.

Haruhi smiled. "Do you not have TVs in the wizarding world?" She tilted her head to one side while looking over at him.

Draco shook his head, glancing over at her. "No. Though we do have moving portraits. Granger said they were similar, but I disagree. The portraits are partially sentient. These . . . shows are not."

Haruhi smiled and looked at him for a moment. "Moving paintings? That's amazing. I'd like to see one some time." She looked back at the TV. "You see, this is all scientific. A signal is sent to the TV from a station far off and it tells the TV what lights to turn on and what color to make them. Or at least it's similar to that."

Draco shook his head. "It still doesn't make much sense." But he smiled as he said it. Really, there wasn't much of the muggle world he understood. Then again, that was why he was here.

Haruhi nodded. "Well some won't make much sense for a while, trust me."

"Well, I've got a year," Draco said, eyes still on the screen.

Haruhi nodded and after moment of flipping through the channels turned it off. "There's not much really to do. I wonder when Granger-chan will get your message..."

"Whenever she ends up doing her homework," Draco said with a sigh. "Knowing her, it should be soon."

Haruhi nodded. "Speaking of which, I think I have a bit of homework to do." She smiled and went to her room grabbing her English book and bringing it back out into the living room to study her English.

Draco watched her as she sat down and smiled slightly at the book. "I can help, if you want," he offered. After all, anything was better than being bored.

Haruhi looked up and shrugged. "I guess if you would like to." Opening the book she looked over the vocabulary that she had to memorize.

Draco watched her silently. Eventually, she'd try to pronounce them . . . maybe, and he could help her then.

Harry quietly slipped back into his room, and was there for about five minutes before he decided that he needed something to do, so, he grabbed his school bag, and absently changed the books within it, not really bothering to look for anything else, and left the room once more. He wandered down the hall and knocked lightly on Kyouya's door.

Kyouya got up and answered the door. "Ah, Potter-san what is it that you need?" He moved so that there was room for Harry to step in if he wanted to.

"You mentioned last night that you had set aside a room for me to practice in? I was wondering if it was alright that I use it now, or if it would be better to wait until later."

Kyouya nodded. "You could go in there now; you just can't make too much noise. Father doesn't approve that I have brought you here." He sighed and stepped out to show Harry where the room was. "It's actually very easy to get from your room to the other room." He smiled a bit as they came upon the unused room.

Harry nodded. "A silencing charm will take care of that," he said, eyeing the door thoughtfully. "Why did you?" he asked suddenly, looking up at the older teen.

Kyouya looked down at Harry and then turned. "I may be harsh and relentless but I know when I have made a mistake and I try to make up for them." He nodded and walked down the hallway, leaving Harry where he stood.

You did it to me, now it's your turn Potter-san. He laughed in his mind at how he left the younger boy.

Harry blinked after Kyouya for several minutes before shaking his head. "Definitely Slytherin," he muttered, entering the room and casting a silencing charm.

Still, Harry guess that that was as much of an apology as the guy was going to give, still, it was one, and Harry felt his anger at the older teen slipping away. He'd never really been able to hold onto it past an apology. Now, he just had to figure something out that would let Kyouya know that it had been accepted. He couldn't very well just come out and say it.

Harry shook his head of the stray thoughts and dug into his bag. He figured that he should get his tests and things out of the way first, before practicing his spells. He sighed lightly, pulling out his books. Tests were not something he enjoyed doing.

Hermione just watched silently, wondering at the cute picture Kirimi made, trying to play with her cat.

Nekozawa smiled at his sister then went on and continued to work on the food.

Kirimi placed the puppet back on the counter and continued to watch the cat eat. With a sigh she got up and grabbed glasses and plates out of the cupboards and filled each with orange juice. She handed one to Hermione, place one by the stove for her brother, and then sat back down and took a drink out of the last one.

"Arigato," Hermione said, when Kirimi gave her the juice. "So," she said, eyes on the younger girl. "Anything special planned for today?"

Kirimi smiled and continued to drink her juice until Nekozawa placed three plates of food on the island, each with steaming hot food.

He thought for a moment and then shrugged. "Not really."

Hermione nodded, accepting a plate. "Kirimi," Hermione said, hoping it was alright that she called the younger girl that. If not, she supposed she'd be corrected soon enough. "Would you mind watching Crookshanks while I do my homework? He tends to get in my way when I try," she smiled lightly.

Kirimi looked up and nodded. "Ok!" She was more then happy and continued to eat.

Nekozawa could only smile as he sat down next to Hermione and began to eat.

"This is really good," Hermione said after several bites. "Best I've ever had, in fact,"

"Oni-chama is the best!" Kirimi laughed and continued to eat.

"Kirimi," He looked at his sister and blushed a bit after looking back at Hermione. "I've been perfecting the recipe for a couple years now."

"It shows. Your commitment to it, I mean."

Nekozawa nodded and continued to eat.

Hermione finished quickly and stood to take her plate to the sink. She quickly washed it and set it aside to dry. "Thank you for the breakfast, Nekozawa-san," Hermione said.

Nekozawa watched Hermione surprised for a moment at how she had cleaned her plate and then simply shook his head. "It's was no problem. Hope your studies go well."

Kirimi finished her food and after watching Hermione clean her plate she hopped off her stool and tried to clean her own.

"Would you like some help?" Hermione asked Kirimi, noticing that she seemed to be having some trouble with it.

Kirimi shook her head as she tried with all her might to clean the plate herself. Finally giving a small huff she nodded.

Hermione, vaguely remembering when she had gone through the 'but I want to do it myself' stage, squatted down to pick up Kirimi, so that she could reach what she needed to so she could clean her own plate. She remembered feeling very accomplished when her own mother had done this for her.

Kirimi finished cleaning her plate and smiled, placing her plate next to Hermione's. "Thank you Onee-san!"

"You're welcome," Hermione said. She tossed a smiled at Nekozawa and left to find her room once more.

Nekozawa smiled as he watched Hermione left and washed up his own plate. Meanwhile Kirimi walked back to the table and picked up Crookshanks, carrying him to the room were the piano was. She sat down setting him next to her and began to play a soft song.

Hermione left her door open a little, Crookshanks did not do well with being forced to stay out of her room, and headed to her bag. Ouran's class work was the more immediate of the two, and would take her less time than Hogwarts'. With a small hum, she moved her bag to the desk off to the side, and began pulling out her books and other supplies. As she reached down to grab a pencil, Hermione's hand brushed against the galleon. She frowned slightly, realizing that it was warm, and pulled it out.

:Need to talk. Call Fujioka Haruhi.:

After which was a phone number. Hermione's frown turned thoughtful as she stood once more. What in the world can Malfoy want? she wondered, leaving her room and heading downstairs once more, galleon in hand.

Haruhi looked at the page.

:1. sutoppu - Stop

2. usetsu - turning right

3. sasetsu - turning left

4. ushiro - behind

5. mae - in front:

Her eyebrows scrunched as she tried to pronounce the word. After a moment she looked at Draco. "I don't see how you can say these kinds of words so easily…"

Draco frowned, looking over the list. "These aren't all that hard, here," he cleared his throat once and pointed to the first one. "Stop."

Haruhi blushed and imitated Draco, just with out clearing her throat. "Stop" She said it with more of a Japanese accent, making the 's' sound more like 'tsu'.

Hermione descended the stairs and smiled at Kirimi and Crookshanks, not that either of them saw her, as she was behind them, and headed back into the kitchen.

"Um, Nekozawa-san? Would you mind if I used the phone?"

Nekozawa looked up from where he was cleaning the dishes and shook his head. "Please feel free."

Hermione shifted slightly. "Uh . . . where is it?"

Nekozawa dried off his hands with a towel that was hanging from the oven and walked out. "Right this way."

He made his way into a parlor and pointed to the phone there. "There you go."

"Thank you," Hermione said, before picking up the phone and dialing the number on the galleon.

Nekozawa nodded and walked out to listen to Kirimi play while he read a book.

Draco smiled and shook his head slightly. "ssssss - top," he repeated, drawing out the 's'.

Nodding Haruhi tried again. "Stop" This time getting it right, only to jump when the phone rang. "Moshi-moshi?"

"Hello, Fujioka-san? This is Hermione, is Malfoy there?"

"Oh Granger-chan hi, yes he's right here. Just a moment." She walked to the phone over to Draco and handed it to him. "It's Granger-chan."

"It's about time Granger," Draco said.

"Well, sorry," Hermione replied, "I called as soon as I found the galleon, but it you're able to insult me, I'm assuming it's nothing urgent."

"Do you have a spare robe?"

"A spare robe? I think so, why?"

"I'm going to exchange my gold to yen, and I'm taking Fujioka-chan with me. None of mine will fit her."

There was a slight pause. "Like I said, I think I have one. I also think that everyone else would want to go too."

"No," Draco told her.

"We all need to change our money, Malfoy. And you might be the only person who knows were to go to do that. Besides, we should really introduce them to our culture as well."

Draco sighed, irritated. "Fine." he snapped, "just get everyone here soon."

"It would go quicker if you called as well."

"I don't know their numbers."

"I'm sure Fujioka does."

Draco scowled a moment. "Who are you calling?"

"I'll call Harry and Huninozuka-sempai. I'm sure that he'll be able to get ahold of Morinozuka-sempai. I think you, or Fujioka, can get a hold of the Hitachiins and Suoh-san?"

"Fine," Draco snapped.

"Now, I need a landmark or something so that I can find you guys."

"Just a second." He turned away from the phone back to Haruhi. "She needs a landmark to get here."

Haruhi thought for a moment. "Tell her to have everyone meet at the school, that would be easiest."

Draco nodded. "She says to just have everyone should just meet at the school."

"All right, I'll tell them that."

"Bye, Granger."

"See you later, Malfoy."

With that, they both hung up.

Draco sighed. "She wants the others to come too. Apparently, they'll all have money to exchange. Though how the Weasley's will have gotten it, I have no idea."

Haruhi smiled and nodded. "It'll be good to see everyone outside of school."

Draco shrugged. "As long as no one pours anything on me, I suppose it will be okay."

Allanasha Ke Kiri: Alright, so, here's the next chapter. I hope you like it. The next one wont by out until sometime after the weekend as both Aku and I are going to a con!

Aku-Hitokiri-Kitsune: That's right! We're going to Kumorie con. Everyone who's going be on the look out for us. Our name tags will say 'Ramnakua' and 'Allanasha' If you find us, you're sure to get a spoiler or two for the future chapters. (laughs)