Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Junjō Romantica.

Warning(s): SLASH, Non-Magic AU (for HP universe), Slightly OOC Harry (You'll see what I mean), graphic scenes of Male x Male throughout the story. If any of these things don't agree with you…then you should probably have left to save yourself by this point. Otherwise, enjoy!

Prologue: Coincidence…

This wasn't the first time Haruhiko Usami found himself here – standing before the ticket stand of the subway station where he had met who he believed to be the love of his life. Haruhiko remembered vividly that single moment where the grey monotony of his everyday life gained color with one look of kind moss green eyes.

Misaki Takahashi wasn't the most attractive young man, physically speaking. Haruhiko has seen plenty, male and female, who outstripped him in looks by miles. No, what had stood out to him the most was the sheer passion that the young man seemed to convey with his very being. Whether it was the concern he had shown when he – admittedly – was clueless in how to use the subway ticket machine or the protective rage he displayed while defending his brother's works against Haruhiko's – once again, admittedly – harsh criticism of his brother's work.

Somehow, the university student grabbed his attention in a way that no other had done before him, and would likely never after him.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the picture that he had received. It was of Misaki standing with his brother, Akihiko, on his graduation day.

His older brother was a wearing a high-quality suit that went well with his ash-grey hair and brought out his lavender eyes. Beside him was Misaki in a suit himself (of like quality, he noticed), holding his diploma and a large bouquet. Akihiko had his arm thrown around the brown-haired graduate's shoulder, pulling him into a hug and despite his usual scowl, it was obvious by the sparkle in Misaki's eyes that he didn't mind.

That, more than anything, broke Haruhiko's heart and killed any hope that he could steal the other away.

"I should send my congratulations to Misaki for his accomplishment, and Akihiko for his victory…" his lips thinned, and his gaze slid to the phone resting in his palm.

All it would take was a phone call, and then he could close this chapter of his life and move on. Then again, what was the point if he had to go on without Misaki?

"– if only…" he started, but paused. His grip tightening on the sleek phone, and he grit his teeth as his eyes began to sting a bit. A slight tremble developed in his shoulders, though it was unnoticeable to anyone around him. His mind and heart were in turmoil; Haruhiko felt as if the world was closing in on him. Insecurities, which he would only admit to himself at his darkest points seemed to slip through the walls that he kept up at all times. Voices reminding him of his fears, of ending up alone and unloved…

"There's no way that I could truly – ", he was suddenly cut off as a voice broke through his thoughts.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" Haruhiko stiffened, his hands – that somehow had been raised to grasp at the sides of his head in his thoughts – slowly falling to his sides. He turned dazed eyes to the person calling out to him, and an inaudible gasp fell from his lips.

Standing before him in a pair of tight-fitted jeans and a large sweater, was none other than Misaki. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Haruhiko stared at the other male with his mouth gaping slightly.

"Misaki?" he inquired, hesitating in reaching out a hand to the other, afraid that it was all an illusion. That instead of being with Akihiko, the young man had decided to come to him. The other was even protectively holding a large bouquet of flowers to his chest the way he had all that time ago.

"Misaki? I'm sorry, but I'm not this Misaki person…" the other trailed off, their soft and soothing voice trailing off uncertainly.

Hearing that, Haruhiko blinked as the image of Misaki standing in front of him seemed to fade away and was replaced with another figure altogether. Moss green eyes were exchanged for a bright emerald green set in a pale heart-shaped face underneath a fluffy mop of soot-black hair. Sitting on the bridge of his button nose was a pair of large circular glasses, which he seemed to unconsciously readjust with a slender hand with long elegant fingers.

Now he could see the clearly European features set this man apart from the relatively normal Japanese features of his unrequited love.

"Did you need help getting a ticket?" he asked, drawing Haruhiko out of his thoughts slowly spiraling thoughts once more.

Having no idea how to respond to the familiar situation, he found himself watching as thin lips curled up at the edges into an understanding smile.

"It's complicated, huh? I had problems myself the first month or so when I moved here." Then without any prompting, the younger man went ahead and walked him through the use of the ticket machine, much in the same way as Misaki had that day they had met here in the station. As the young man turned to leave after getting him the ticket, Haruhiko couldn't help the question that suddenly left his lips.

"Those flowers…" he began, watching as the young man blinked slowly at the sudden inquiry. Bright green eyes glanced down at the large bouquet of opulent yellow sunflowers, purple roses, Lisianthus, and Alium. An unreadable emotion flashed through his eyes before he tilted his head back in order to look directly into the businessman's sharp gaze.

Haruhiko expected many answers, but the words that fell from the younger man's lips caused him to feel as if he was stuck in a time loop.

"Well…I like flowers."

The sense of déjà vu that swept over Haruhiko consumed him. His dark eyes were locked onto the smiling young man, who quickly wished him luck before running off. Not acknowledging the intense stare that was being levied at his retreating back.

Haruhiko was, once more, enthralled. He slowly felt his heart be swept away by a hurricane. There had to be a reason why he had run into this young man in the same way he had Misaki. It had to be fate, he couldn't help but think and this thought continued to plague his thoughts as he boarded his train with his ticket stub clutched tightly in his hand.

Thoughts of the young man ran through his mind for the rest of the day, 'I want to see him again…' he thought.

It was only just as he allowed himself to rest that night that he realized something important.

He didn't get his name.

End of Prologue

It has been a long while, and I apologize. To think that I would come back to not with an update for one of my many stories, but a new one.

XD I'm a garbage human being, who deserves to be in a landfill (LOL).

This is an idea that's been working on for a while whenever I got a chance to work on fics. Sadly, that isn't a lot, and after some rudimentary editing and second-guessing, this was the result of all this time. Hopefully, this is enough to tide you all over till the next chapter, as well as my other fics that are under revision story and plot-wise.

Oh, also, I've just recently started an HP Crossover Discord server! 8D If you're interested in talking with others who share an interest in HP crossovers, then why not join?

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Till next time,

Shikigami1991