Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Naruto nor do I have any rights or make any money from writing these fic's.
From now on the prompts for this fic that are in each chapter shall appear in the one shot below like normal but just be bold. I won't say what they are but I will put them in bold so they can be seen.
Table 14
"How do I get dragged along to places like this?" Harry wondered out loud as he looked around him.
Harry had been enjoying a nice quiet afternoon while going around the shops buying his food and supplies for the week when someone had grabbed him from behind and used the Shunshin no jutsu to get him from the shops only for him to suddenly find himself standing in Hintia's bedroom.
"Because yours so nice and understanding," Hinata said with a happy smile which caused shivers to run down Harry's spine, "And you are a member of my club."
"A member of your club?" Harry asked as he gave Hinata a pointed look, "I thought that choices like that were optional and people could decide what they want for themselves."
Hinata frowned at him before a flash of something crossed over her eyes, "If you stay and join my club and not return to do whatever you where doing I will give you a cool nickname and I'll give you a bowl of strawberry ice-cream and a cinnamon swirl."
"While you drive a hard deal I'm afraid that I have other things to do and shouldn't there be a little thing called boundaries when you interact with people"
Hinata frowned while ignoring Harry's words, "If you do not join my club I shall stick you to an icicle, send you to my Machiavellian labyrinth which you shall never be able to escape from and your only way of getting out of the labyrinth will be to say 'Hinata, I will join your club."
Harry raised an eyebrow at Hinata's comment, "I thought that Machiavellian was a way of thinking and as intrigue as I am about how you found the time to build a labyrinth...I have a random question to ask you."
"Fine, you may ask it and you will be forgiven if it is a stupid one," Hinata said with a nod of her head, "Don't worry about the quality of your question, I didn't pick you to join my club because of your brains."
"Right," Harry said dryly as he wondered about Hinata's quickly diminishing common sense, "How much sugar did you have to eat at lunch today?"
"Not a lot, just enough to help me cope with those noisy and vain idiots who think that they are perfect in every single way when they are really just big idiots who need a hit over the head," Hinata ranted while taking no notice of Harry's dry look, "All I wanted was to buy some more wool."
"You like to knit?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, "For some reason I just can't picture it."
Suddenly a dark look crossed over Hinata's face, "And it will stay that way, I enjoy knitting as it allows me to bond with my little sister, we enjoy caressing the wool to see if it's the right texture, seeing what inspiration we can get from looking over fashion magazines. Knitting is one of the very few things that both I and my little sister both enjoy."
"I understand but I wouldn't worry about it getting out, if the 'scandal' of you and your little sister enjoying knitting got out I don't think anyone would believe it and take no notice of it," Harry said rubbing the back of his neck.
Hinata eyed Harry suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
"Have a little faith in the stupidity of human's," Harry said knowingly, "I know it saved me a few times in the past, if people see you knitting with your little sister they most likely will just think that they have been working too hard and they've started to hallucinations and they will loose their sanity at any moment."
Hinata glared at Harry through Harry could see a thoughtful expression cross over her face. Harry didn't know if that meant good or bad through him but he knew that he was about to find out.
"Stop speaking so smoothly, your words aren't as smooth as satin," Hinata said with a glare making Harry nervous, "Now are you going to join my club or are you going to flounce around like an idiot and let me take a photograph of it, then once I get it developed to have an artist turn the photograph into a portrait and have it hung up on the wall in the Hokage's office in a potent place so everyone sees it."
"Then that means I'll have to pack up and live in Paisley, my second choice in where to live," Harry muttered to himself with a sigh, "Alright Hinata, what is your club about?"
Hinata gave a large grin, "Why I thought you'd never ask Harry, my club is dedicated to...finding you a husband."
Until the next prompt...