Waking earlier than normal she decided she might as well head to school and hit the library. Making her way to the station she hadn't expected to see Potter-Black there already waiting; at least she now knew why she hadn't seen him before in the mornings.
"Good morning Potter-Black, you're quite the early riser" smiling at the familiar voice Hadrian looked up from his sketch pad to the approaching Haruhi.
"Good morning Miss Fujioka, it's rare to see you up and about so early. Where are you heading?"
"I'm heading for the school library, what about you?"
"I'm heading to the cooking and art rooms, the headmaster recons I should join a club or something" at least he thought that's what the headmaster meant when he had sent him a brochure from every single club on campus…
"Why the Cooking and Art clubs? Why not another club?"
"Well, I can cook and draw pretty well so I think I'll be happier in one of those clubs than if I would be if I went into something sporty like the track team. What about you?"
"I'm in the Host Club" thinking back on what the turn 'host' meant from his manga research notes he could only recall the reference to Hentai and yaoi…
"So…you have sex with the clients?" he didn't think a school would allow it but…
"What! No, we just talk and serve drinks like tea" blinking, Haruhi realized she should have probably looked up the various references to beforehand host so she hadn't been blindsided like this.
"What types of tea? Any English?" he could use a nice cup of tea, the Japanese stuff just tasted like dirty water to him…
"We have Earl Grey, English Breakfast and peppermint?" at least they were the more popular English blends she had to make. They talked the rest of the way to school; but before they parted Haruhi remembered her plans for Friday.
"Oh, by the way, would you like to come to dinner next Friday?"
"Sure. But I get to bring the desert!"
News of Haruhi's dinner guest didn't go down well with Tamaki, as every attempt he'd made to even find Potter-Black during lunch breaks had failed; Such a fishy character near his precious daughter…he wouldn't allow it! And mother was acting most curious ever since he had heard Potter-Black would be at his precious daughters…what if it was a plot to deflower his little flower!? And Haruhi had forbidden them from her home! The Devil Twins weren't handling the news any better; they were so devastated by the news they had actually begun to Fight!
Oh! He must consult with mother! He simply must be able to convince Haruhi to reconsider not allowing them to attend! As soon as class ends he was going to do so…well…after class…but he would do it!
The week until the dinner passed relatively peacefully for Hadrian, though he saw the same could not be said of Haruhi, who had acted like a buffer between the two twins pretending to fight; he knew they were pretending as he'd heard it when he was on the toilet and the twins using the urinals laughing about the reactions they were getting from the host club members and clients. Some of it was really quite hilarious.
He was just finishing the finishing touches on the cakes and mousse when heard a commotion outside, peaking the door open a crack he noticed seven boys making the ruckus following behind a resigned Haruhi…when did that happen? Closing the door Hadrian made his way back to the kitchen to cook as it appeared the boys were joining them; he had made enough but he still wanted to make some cookies just in case. By the time he was supposed to be arriving Hadrian appeared carrying an assortment of different treats ranging from different Cake, Cookies and Mousse.
Mitsukuni could smell it, it wasn't the same as the first cake but it still had the same underling scent from the creator mixed in. Mitsukuni was quite glad for his Fox-Rabbit heritage, as it gave him a powerful sense of smell, almost the same as a full-blooded pure daemon. The worst part of the situation was the fact that Takashi could also smell it even if the scent wasn't as strong for him, and the fact that Haruhi was fully human. Hearing someone knocking on the door he waited; maybe the Fates decided to grant him mercy?
Answering the door Haruhi contemplated how to tell Potter-Black the Host Club would be joining them, she hadn't been able to before as she'd only cracked yesterday and he hadn't been home when she'd tried earlier.
"Hello Haruhi, sorry I'm late, were would you like me to put this?" looking at the pile of boxes and covered glass bowls she was amazed he could even carry it all let alone have made it all; the whole building could smell it when the complexes little baker started making a master piece; it made the whole building smell yummy. Taking two of the bowls she quickly showed him to the kitchen where he could relieve himself of his burden. Looking at everything she saw five different types of cookies four cakes and three mousses, looking at the cookies a moment she decided to put them on a big plate to take out now as dinner was still cooking and would still be for another hour as she wasn't prepared to host eight people and so didn't have the sufficient amount of ingredients beforehand.
"And who's this lovely specimen Haruhi?" inquired Haruhi's dad Ryoji, better known as Ranka Fujioka. Haruhi had set him to watch the food while she had answered the door. Looking at the little beauty before him he just wanted to dress him up and squeeze the life out of him!
"Hadrian Potter-Black, our neighbour from three doors down" the Baker?
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Fujioka. Thank you for having me" he was polite too! Just like Kyoya darling.
"Your very welcome sweetie, and call me Ranka!"
"OK. Umm Ranka…do you mind if I help with dinner?"
"Not at all! But are you sure? You are a guest after all"
After this was decided Haruhi returned to the dining room in order to contain the chaos that was the Host Club while her father and Potter-Black made dinner.
"Who was that Haruhi?" inquired Mitsukuni innocently, making Takashi tense; he had recognised Potter-Black and knew he would be unable to hide the identity of the Baker for much longer, but he still didn't expect it to be discovered like this. He was surprised he had been able to keep the Bakers identity a secret for this long already but still…
"Potter-Black; he's in class 1A with me and the twins"
Listening to Harahi and Honey talk about his betrothed gave Kyoya more information than he had had previously in his files; the files didn't even specify where they boy lived! This was both frustrating and had made it extremely difficult for him and Nekozawa when trying to organise and negotiate the contract for the courtship. It appeared that information on Hadrian Potter-lack was heavily monitored and restricted no matter who was asking. It was probably the work of those blood thirsty Goblins; they were useful little buggers if you knew how to handle them, but the Ootori family had yet to discover how exactly that was possible. From what he was hearing Hadrian was a friendly if distrust young man who liked to cook and draw who was having trouble deciding what club to join. Patiently waiting the half hour it took for dinner to be ready while nursing some tea Kyoya was pleasantly surprised to discover his beloved could cook outside of baking.
Turning around Kyoya had to move more fully under the low table at the site of his beloved; he had come into the room relaxed and carrying food while wearing an adorable apron, though that could have just been because his beloved was wearing it…
Looking down he noticed the food had been laid out while he was observing and contemplating his fiancé, he noticed that along with the soup and rice he was expecting he also found garlic bread and a couple pies of various fillings.
"Did you make all this Potter-Black" inquired Takuni, cooking was such a commoner thing.
"No, I merely helped Ranka in the kitchen"
"Mr. Potter-Black," interrupted Kyoya "if a prince on a white horse appeared before you what would you do?"
"…I think I'd probably want to see him fall of that horse…"
"And if he wasn't one to begin with? What would you do?"
"Probably trip him, why?"
"No reason, just curious." So Hadrian wasn't the type to tolerate the princely type…his interaction with Tamaki would be interesting…
The Host Club plus Hadrian and Ranka ate and talked till late, though the way Honey had attached himself to Potter-Black was hilarious it also irked Kyoya to see it; perhaps he should lower Honey's quality of cake in the club…it was also curious how his beloved was able to talk without really saying anything. It wasn't long before it was time for everyone to leave as time passed quickly and pleasantly like this. Tamaki and Kyoya's limo's soon arrived to take everyone home leaving the Fujioka's and a pensive Potter-Black to retire to bed.
The next morning Hadrian received two missives and a letter from Umehito Nekozawa and Kyoya Ootori.