Professors Holmes, Watson and Lestrade were sitting in their compartment of the Hogwarts Express. Sherlock Holmes, John Watson and Greg Lestrade were teaching at Hogwarts. Sherlock was teaching Defence against the Dark Arts, John was Quidditch, and Lestrade was Transfiguration. Molly was a nurse with Madam Pomfrey. The Head girl and Boy were named Anderson and Donovan. Mycroft had a minor position in the Ministry of Magic, and Mrs Hudson was in the Kitchens with the House elves.
All the girls loved Professor Holmes, he was good looking, He was a good teacher and he was very... seductive in his personality without realising. The shirts he wore were slightly too small and you could probably cut yourself on his cheekbones.
Many of the smarter girls who didn't go for just looks, prefered Professor Watson. He was short and blonde. He was sporty, so that obviously helped. He was good looking, but not in a Professor Holmes sort of way. He was cute.
Professor Lestrade was conventionally attractive, good build, hair slightly greying. He was proper eye candy. He was cunning, smart and funny.
As the train pulled into Hogsmeade station, the three Professors stepped off the train and into a carriage, Teachers had to go first, as they needed to be in the Great Hall by the time the first years arrived. They took their places at the staff table, and immediately carried on their conversation from the train. "So I said to her.." Lestrade started, but was interrupted by Sherlock
"Here come the first years." Once the sorting Ceremony was over, The Men went to their separate chambers. At around 9 O'Clock, Madam Hooper, one of the nurses knocked on Sherlock's door.
"Sherlock?" She said timidly as she walked through his door.
"Molly!" Sherlock shouted as he ran towards his Fiancé. He kissed her and pulled her close.
"What's wrong?" Molly asked. Sherlock looked very worried and concerned.
"Nothing, honestly." They sat down on Sherlock's sofa and drank the tea that Sherlock had been making when Molly knocked on the door.
*THE NEXT DAY*
"Are you alright?" a student named Clara Oswald asked.
"Fine, thank you Clara." Professor Holmes replied.
"You don't look it, Would you like me to get you some Tea from the house elves?" She asked. "Or I could come by your classroom during lunch, and talk to you. You look like there is something that you're upset about. You can vent out your feelings to me. I promise I won't tell."
"Thank you, Clara. All of that would be lovely. When you come at lunch, please can you bring Madam Hooper. She's my Fiancé.
"Of course, Sir. Anything." she said as she walked from his desk to the door.
"How many sugars?"
"1 please, and quite strong. Get yourself some too."
"Thank you sir." She said, and she left the room. An hour later, class was dismissed for lunch, and Professor Holmes broke down crying. Madam Hooper and Clara Oswald walked in to find this.
"Sherlock!" Molly said as she ran over to him. She lifted his head up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
"are you alright?" More tears escaped Sherlock's eyes as Clara asked this. Molly beckoned her over, and asked her to put her arm around Sherlock while she went and got Dumbledore.
"You're alright..." Clara whispered.
"Madam Hooper has gone to get Professor Dumbledore."
"Thanks.." Sherlock whispered. "You're so kind doing this, Clara."
"It's nothing, honestly." Clara said. "This is my sort of thing." Before Sherlock could say anything else, Molly replied with Albus Dumbledore.
"Professor Holmes, whatever is the matter? Miss Oswald, you may go." He said as he approached the desk.
"Don't go!" Sherlock said as he grabbed Clara's hand, tight.
