Author's Note: Couldn't get this idea out of me head. It's super late and I have to be up early, but I needed to write this first part. This is going to be a series of short little drabbles. Enjoy, an please leave a little review to let me know if you like it!
Disclaimer: All non-original characters, plot points, and information belongs to J.K. Rowling, Arthur Conan Doyle, and BBC Sherlock. The cover photo is a mashup I created from photos found on Google. The story plot and dialogue belong to me. I do not write for profit.
Full Summary: Taking a wrong turn one night, Sherlock Holmes stumbles into an alley he never even knew existed, which is saying something since he has all of London mapped out in his Mind Palace. With the help of Hermione Granger, he's able to learn more about himself and the world around him than he ever thought possible. A series of Drabbles.
Nights in Diagon Alley
Pairing: Hermione/Sherlock
Rating: M (for future chapters)
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Exhaling slowly, the smoke swirled about her head as it dissipated through the night air. Flicking the cigarette so that the ashy end fell away, she raised her eyebrows at the tall, dark-haired man who had just fallen over the wall and into Diagon Alley. Waiting as he pushed to his feet, hands smoothing over his fine coat to remove any dirt, Hermione Granger's eyes widened at the realization that this man was a Muggle.
He startled upon realizing he wasn't alone in the dark alleyway; he gave her a speculative look as if anticipating hostility. Gesturing at him, cigarette in hand, she drawled, "You're not supposed to here."
Smirking, the man stepped forward, hands sliding into the deep pockets of his fancy coat. He stopped when he was a mere foot from her, eyebrow raised. "I was chasing a burglar, perhaps you've seen him?"
"No one's been down this way except for me," she replied, taking another draw on her cigarette and enjoying the way his eyes dropped to watch as she blew the smoke out slowly from her lips.
"And you are?"
"Hermione Granger, I own the book and tea shop right there," she explained, using her freehand to point towards the storefront where a 'Sorry, we're closed' sign currently hung on the window.
"Hmmm…" The man squinted at the display behind the glass, his eyes taking in the various books and their titles. When he glanced back at her face, there was an inquisitive look on his brow.
"What about you," Hermione asked, dropping her finished cigarette to the ground and stamping it out with the bottom of her boot. "Who might you be, climbing over walls into dark alleyways late at night?"
She stared at him for a moment as he clearly contemplated whether or not to answer her truthfully. She smiled when his posture relaxed ever so slightly, the frown line across his forehead smoothing out. Her own curiosity peaked; she waited eagerly for his response, her hand twitching closer to the pocket where her wand was hidden. Finally, the man smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting the tiniest bit.
"Sherlock Holmes."