Disclaimer: I do not own HP or OHSHC.

Author's note: (Ducks flying objects of doom) Well… I'm back! I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, I don't really have much of an excuse other than classes (I have to get a career to afford the internet to keep writing after all) and other writings that were shoving this into a closet. So as an apology… I put a few things in here that I think everyone will like, including a little omake at the bottom.

Oh! And someone anonymously corrected my use of '-kun' in this story in reference to Haruhi and Harry. I know it's been awhile since I've written but Harry and Haruhi are cousins of the same age, who lived together for awhile before Harry moved out. Therefore they are close enough that they do not need to use honorifics in reference to one another.

Now with that taken care of, on to the good stuff ne?

It was almost ironic how Yuzuru Suou felt whenever he set foot in the main Suou mansion - his mother's home, for he could never call it his home, not yet. Not without his son, and the woman he loved there with him.

"I heard that he did not go on the school trip. Is that correct?" Megumi Suou's whispered frigid voice easily carried through the large sun room, her attention seemed to be drawn to a vase of brilliant fire lilies, although Yuzuru knew better. Even as an adult Yuzuru couldn't be sure that he loved his mother in the proper sense, if at all. He respected her ability to control Suou Industries in such a male dominated society. Still, he couldn't help but find it amusing that Meguimi Suou's favorite flowers represented wealth, pride, hatred and distain.

"Yes, Okaa-sama. It seems so."

"I'm surprised. That is a smart decision he has made. At least he understands what kind of circumstances he is in." The cold, seemingly frail woman glanced out the window; her eyes gleaming calculatively in her reflection. "I hope he will realize what it takes to be a successor of the Suou family. He cannot waste his life forever. Or else, I have an idea of my own."

Yes. Orange lilies fit his mother perfectly.

"What are your plans for the day Harry-kun?" Ranka asked with a grin that could almost be called seductive if he wasn't staring down at his nephew. "You've been so busy as of late, you don't seem to have any time for your poor Ranka-ba-chan."

It was true Harry had not been around his family as of late. For the past few days Harry would get up bright and early, earlier than anyone else in his new home (the only other resident being Sirius) and disappearing for the whole day. Ranka, Haruhi, and Sirius would only see the raven haired boy again in the evening, and by that point Harry was dead on his feet, wanting nothing more than to sleep.

"Not a whole lot, I need to run down to the embassy again today." Harry yawned and leaned over his breakfast, taking a long drink of warm tea. He had no idea that if he would have looked up from his food at that exact moment, he would have seen a knowing look enter Ranka's eyes. Sirius and Ranka had both made half hearted attempts at following(stalking) their dear Harry whenever they had the opportunity; While they had no idea where Harry was going, they knew that he was not going to the embassy, or to any area that was targeted towards wizards. At least, not to any areas that they were aware of.

"Harry-kun I -."

"Speaking of the embassy, I'm running a little late. Tell Haruhi I appreciate breakfast, it was delicious. I won't be back again until later. Have a good day." Harry quickly grabbed his messenger bag and ducked out the door, leaving behind a shocked silent Ranka. The okama didn't move for minutes, staying perfectly still until the door to his bedroom slid open and a head of long tangled black hair peeked out at him.

"I take it Harry managed to escape again?" Sirius asked his voice rough with sleep.

"Yes, and I didn't get anything out of him," Ranka sighed as he stood, dusting off his dark jeans.

"Then come back to bed Ranka-chan, I can certainly promise I won't be going anywhere." Those dark eyes gleamed invitingly, and it took barely a nanosecond for Ranka to reach his new lover's side.

"Well…just in case, I think I have a few things in my bedside drawer that will prevent you from going anywhere."

Harry couldn't believe how tired he was, although he had heard rumors that anyone who spent hours with the Suou heir would be run into the ground; he had thought his years of Quidditch would give him at least enough stamina to out endure someone like Mei-san. The girl around Haruhi's age that Harry had met only once, and felt the wrath of only once when he asked the girl if she fell asleep in a tanning bed.

Originally the two had been spending most of their time at the secondary Suou manor, however, that changed once Tamaki learned that all of his staff (with the exception of Shima) had planned their vacations around the time of the school fieldtrip. While Harry had welcomed the idea of being free of the giggly fangirl-like maids, Tamaki had been horrified that the two of them would be home alone without chaperones, and insisted they spend as much time in public as possible.

For the past few days Tamaki had been dragging Harry through Tokyo and the surrounding area. They visited museums, stores, restaurants, even a 'playplace' that was targeted towards children under the age of 10. If you could think of a place around Tokyo that could possibly be a source of entertainment for the tall blond, they had been there. Harry couldn't complain, especially after visiting the Shinagawa Aquarium; although afterwards he had to make a discreet call to the Japanese Wizarding authorities. Magical creatures in Japan apparently had much more freedom in moving around Muggle areas, but he had never heard of a grindylow being mated to an octopus.

Hiding what he had been doing from the others hadn't been all that difficult, although he knew everyone was suspicious. Ranka, Sirius, and the Hitachiin twins seemed to come up the most elaborate excuses, such as Harry getting tangled up with the Yakuza (but this was quickly rejected after a quick visit to Kasanoda-kun by Haruhi). Harry wasn't sure why so many seemed to be interested; especially from his understanding Haruhi and the twins were working through their own problems.

"Harry!"

Harry jumped with a squeak, surprised to hear his name being called and shook himself out of his thoughts before turning to look at the loud blond waving frantically out the back window of his chauffeured Rolls Royce.

"Harry-kun! Come on, we're going to be late if we don't hurry up!" Tamaki hopped out of the car, ignoring the chauffer as he bound up to Harry and tugged him into the backseat. "I'm so excited about this! I can hardly contain myself! A new part of commoner culture to be discovered, and you and I are together as one to discover it together!"

"I doubt they're going to close this early Tamaki." Harry sighed as he slipped into the back seat and rubbed his eyes, wincing as they adjusted to the dark interior. "We have to make a stop on the way there. I doubt you'll want to use their equipment."

"You mean people don't just take those things home with them? But after dozens of people using them…think of the hygiene issues!" Tamaki shut the door behind them, already fidgeting about anxiously.

"My point exactly," Harry leaned over the back of the front seat, tilting his head towards the driver. "Yamada-san, if you could take us to the nearest store you know of that offers sporting equipment that would be appreciated."

"Of course Lord Potter,"

Once they arrived at their destination, it had taken all of thirty seconds before Harry had the temptation to ask the driver to turn back around and head for the Suou Mansion and relative safety. The small parking lot was crowded, as it normally would be considering the lack of parking spaces and the high population of Tokyo, but they managed to bypass that and safely pulled up to the crowded front entrance. The music was loud enough that they could hear it through the thick windows of the car, and nearly deafened them for a moment as they stepped out of the vehicle with their bags of equipment in hand.

"This is so exciting Harry-kun! I can't wait to go in." Tamaki blurted happily, practically floating as much as he was bouncing towards the front doors, only to stop as Harry gripped his shirt sleeve and tugged him back.

"There is a line to get inside Tamaki, we have to wait in it like everyone else. Look, it's moving already. Things shouldn't take very long at all." Harry ignored all of the blond's protests and confusion as he dragged him to the back of the line with him. "Have you done anything like this before Tamaki?"

"Well…no. I have gone ice skating though a few times though. They're not really that different are they?" Tamaki questioned, staring up at the dancing panda bear in roller-skates that made up a portion of the roller-skating rink's sign.

"I suppose they're not too different overall, although I'm sure that there are some differences." Harry shrugged a little as they followed the line closer to the door. He didn't really know what to expect when they got inside. He could honestly say that he had never been roller-skating either, and had no idea what to expect once they got inside. He had seen images of old American Roller rinks from the movies the Dursley's would watch in the evening, but had never set foot in one himself; he was positive however that this would be a different experience considering it was a different country, and a different era.

Once they stepped inside, Harry to his horror (and Tamaki's delight) finally got the chance to see that this Skating rink was so different from anything he had seen in the movies, to the point that he was pretty sure the only thing they truly had in common was the rink itself. The rink was very open and…fluffy. With brilliant white walls and a plethora of seats, games, and people in costume that reminded Harry faintly of that pocket monster game Dudley had been obsessed with one summer.

It was interesting however just to see how diverse the other skaters were; there were families, couples, children, punks, lolitas, and enough teenage girls to sink a battle ship. All of these groups somehow coming together and skating in harmony without upsetting one another were kind of…almost awe inspiring to a certain degree.

"Harry! Are you going to put on your skates or what?"

Apparently in the few moments Harry had been distracted by the room itself, Tamaki had already stripped off his shoes, gotten into his skates, and had done at least one lap around the rink.

"I'm coming!" Harry huffed, flopping down onto a bench before pulling his own skates out of the bag and quickly slipped into them while trying to secure them tightly. Carefully he attempted to stand up, only to nearly fall back once more as one of the skates tried to roll out from under him. Glancing about him, Harry was nearly tempted to cast a spell that would assist him with balancing, but paused as his eyes landed on Tamaki once more. Apparently hosting never stopped…even when they were away from the club and the wealthy girls that visited there.

Tamaki was surrounded by at least a dozen girls, all with stars and hearts in their eyes, leading Harry to wonder if there was some sort of unique magic in Japan that caused fangirls to gain this appearance…it would have to have been placed on the whole country though, a massive feat of magic that seemed impossible based on its sheer stupidity and uselessness. He could feel his annoyance with the girls building, and without giving it much thought he carefully teetered his way onto the rink and over to Tamaki's side.

"Oh! You're just so cute! Do you want to come hang out with my friends and me? We're going to go sing karaoke after this, and I'm sure you'd be wonderful!"

"What's your name? I bet it's really dreamy…do you want to have dessert with me?"

"How about dinner?"

"You seem like a good skater! Will you teach me? I'm just so clumsy!"

Harry wanted to gag, watching with narrowed eyes as the girls seemed to trap Tamaki in a corner against the wall around the rink. With a not so delicate shove he wormed his way in between the girls and grabbed a hold of Tamaki once more, before turning on the girls.

"Excuse me ladies, he's here with me, and I'm afraid we don't have much time." Harry smiled, but he was sure the smile was more Kyouya-esque than anything else. Being around the Demon-King of the host club was effective though, and he could only watch in amusement as the girls blanched white with fear before scurrying away.

"Harry-kun…" Tamaki's voice near his ear distracted him, and Harry nearly squeaked as Tamaki's hand came up and cupped his chin, pulling Harry close to him in a way that Harry had seen him do so many times with his female customers.

"Yes-s, Tamaki?" Harry gulped a little; trying to clear his throat and fight the obvious blush that he knew was taking over his face. He was not attracted to Tamaki, he was not being taken in by this obvious move, and he sure as hell was not jealous of the little harlots that had been surrounding Tamaki not even a minute before.

"Are you…jealous?" Tamaki practically purred one moment, and tightened his arms around Harry the next. "Because if you were that's so sweet! You don't need to worry about them my dear Harry! I only have eyes for you!"

"Tamaki..."

"Yes, Harry dear?"

"Shut up," Harry grumbled, and silenced Tamaki with a brief kiss.

Omake:

They were dead…all DEAD! Or they would be once he got a hold of them. Those damn Weasley twins were to blame…and surely Potter's fault and perhaps his mutt of a godfather's as well. Potter was always to blame in one way or another after all. A small part of him had to give them credit though, somehow their spelled parchment managed to get past the dozens of wards, spells, barriers, jinxes, curses, and magical artifacts that made up the barriers around his home at Spinner's End.

The letter had looked innocent enough, one that had a simple wax seal that resembled that used by the Potion's Guild of Greater Britain. Originally when he opened the letter, he expected to find another kiss-ass letter that was blathering about how he was to receive an award for his latest accomplishment, but instead he was surrounded by the heinous voice of one of the Weasley brats, telling him to have 'fun' and 'enjoy' his trip. His attempts to drop the letter, and destroy it with a quick incendiary spell were for naught, for as soon as the voice ended Snape felt the dreaded and familiar tug at his belly button as that of a portkey whisking him away.

He wasn't sure where he had landed, somewhere far away from home based upon how long it took the Portkey to reach this unknown destination. All he knew was that he was now strapped down into a chair, had his wand taken away, and was surrounded by women who were clearly not women.

"Hello Severus-san, you can just call me Ranka-chan," One of the 'women' with dark red hair and gleaming brown eyes leaned over him, grinning wickedly. "Welcome to Misa-chan's beauty salon."

The 'woman' who must have been Misa gave a cheeky grin, one that looked frightening when complemented with 'her' five-o'clock shadow.

"We've heard a bit about you…and think that you need a bit of help embracing your feminine side. Now that we've met I have to agree. This dress of yours does absolutely nothing for you." Ranka giggled, laughing behind her hand as a large wardrobe was wheeled into the room.

"This is NOT a dress, this is a robe. Now release me!" Severus growled, fighting with the restraints even as Ranka 'tisked' him.

"Now now sweetie. I just know that a bit of color in your wardrobe will cheer up that attitude of yours. Kaede-chan, will you get started on his hair? We have a challenge ahead of us girls!"

They were all DEAD!

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By the way… as to whom the Badger is that I mentioned from last chapter. Yes it is a cannon character (I think whoever guessed that was cheating!) but as to which one…;D That one hasn't been guessed as of yet…and even if they were, I'm not telling!