For Kitty, a Cross-Over as requested
With thanks to Xarmstrong-angelX
Sherlock Holmes was well known throughout the school for his incredible good looks, upturned collar and 'doesn't give a shit' attitude. The Hat had sorted him in Slytherin without ever needing to venture near to his head, a fact the young boy had declared as 'elementary'. But six and a half years into his education at Hogwarts, Sherlock wanted to be remembered for something more; which was why at this precise moment there was a large crowd gathered in the corridor outside the Great Hall.
John Watson, prefect for Griffindor House, was pressed up against the wall between two of the large House-Hourglasses, legs spread far enough for Sherlock to insert one of his in between, mouth opened wide enough to gasp as the Slytherin attacked him expertly with his tongue. John's hands were all over Sherlock's hair, raking through the waves, dancing across his shoulders.
Sherlock was skilfully removing John's tie, sliding downwards to un-tuck the shirt from the smaller boy's trousers, tongues still slipping, sliding, caressing.
It was about at this point that Ron, Harry and Hermione managed to squeeze themselves to the front of the crowd and discover what all the hubbub was about.
Ron smacked his hand over his mouth then raced back through the students to find the nearest bathroom; bile already gathering in his throat.
Hermione smiled, knowingly, and started mentally writing fan-fictions, glad that her suspicions had been right as always.
Harry just stood there. And stared.
"Hope you're not getting any ideas, Potter!"
Harry's head snapped up to see Malfoy laughing at him, blowing him kisses to the amusement of his cronies. Harry turned an embarrassing shade of red, the sound of their taunts ringing in his ears.
He should have been more careful than to just watch like that; he'd probably been drooling.
The crowd were beginning to disperse now as the couple against the wall had conjured themselves a cupboard and disappeared from sight, much to Hermione's annoyance.
Harry was just being bustled away in the crowd when someone caught his arm – Malfoy pulled him up close, breathing into his ear and steaming up one of the lenses on his glasses.
"Astronomy Tower. Midnight." The Slytherin flicked his tongue stealthily over Harry's ear.
"Oh God yes," Harry murmured into the body next to him, then felt as Malfoy let go and swaggered off into the crowd.
Harry glanced across at the cupboard – next time he would take notes...