Sherlock sat at the Ravenclaw table in between Irene Adler and Cho Chang, who was chatting endlessly to her friends about how the Cedric Diggory invited her to the Yule Ball. That only reminded Sherlock that he had still yet to ask someone particular to be his date. "So, when are you going to ask him?" Irene asked, as if she read his mind. "Today, I assume?" Sherlock nodded quickly as he set down his knife and fork and got up. He made his way briskly to the Gryffindor table.
"John," he said. John Watson looked up at the boy. He was beginning to feel his nerves kicking in. "Come with me." He didn't want to ask something so personal in front of the other members of Gryffindor, especially Harry Potter, not that he would ever pay attention to Sherlock, though.
They walked out of the Great Hall, but still by the door.
"Yeah, Sherlock?" John asked.
"WouldyouliketocometotheYuleBallwithme?" Sherlock said quickly.
John looked at him quizzically. His face was practically a question mark.
"Yule Ball. You, me," he said again. John smiled.
"Of course!"
"But not as friends." Sherlock looked down at his shoes.
It was silent.
John stepped closer to Sherlock. "Of course," he whispered into his ear. He planted a quick but meaningful kiss on Sherlock's lips, and went back into the Great Hall. Sherlock stood there, still trying to comprehend what had happened. His face was flushed red. After steadying himself, he returned to his seat beside Irene Adler. He exchanged a pleased look with John, and resumed his meal.
"Seeing how your face is as red as a Weasley," deduced Irene, "I take it that it went well."