A/N: Hello! This is Mac here, bringing you a potter!lock Fanfic. There's nothing bad yet, YET. The rating will stay at T for future…. Happenings. The T now is just for cursing and general advising. Don't be afraid to leave a review if you see something wrong! C:

It was Christmas Eve at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The castle was a buzz, even with it being half empty during the break. People were kissing under mistletoe, singing carols with the ghosts, and happy to be able to have free time to enjoy the holidays.

John Watson, a 4th year Gryffindor, was in the common room, reading a rather well written book. He was wearing a red and gold sweater, curled up in an arm chair near the peacefully crackling fire. He was so absorbed in his book, He didn't noticed a familiar raven haired boy walk through the common room painting and sprawl on the floor in front of him.

"Hello John." Sherlock said, his voice muffled by the carpet. John looked up, slightly startled by the boy's voice. He sat down his book and smiled. "What have you been up to Sherly?" John said, stretching and rubbing his injured aching shoulder. "Bored." was the response from the what-seemed-to-be 5 year old. John laughed and got up to stroke the fire, being careful not to step on Sherlock.

"How did you get in anyways?" John asked, knowing he always got the same answer. It was somewhat more of a tradition now. Sherlock had flipped over onto his back and was aimlessly waving his hawthorn wand in the air muttering under things under his breath. "It was elementary John. The passwords recently have been focused around the goblin wizard war, and have been in a boring pattern ranging from famous warlords to the locations and general names. After a few misses, It was plainly obvious."

John shook his head in disbelief. This kid was as good as you could get. There was no such thing as a secret anymore. "You amaze me every time." He said, making the fire slightly warmer with a few good pokes. Sherlock didn't respond, and had turned his eyes to look at John. He was no relationship god, but he knew from looking there was something special about John. He had never let anyone on, but he, asexual Sherlock Holmes who could figure out what you did wrong in your potion by how many times you blink, was in love. He had never let anyone on, as it was still confusing to Sherlock himself. He planned to confess to John today, though he had his doubts. It was Christmas Eve after all. And, he was scared. What if John said no? Or it just became awkward?

Sherlock continued to ponder his thoughts, until a small bang went off. Sherlock jumped up and realized it was him who had created the noise, accidently firing up a random spell under his breath and blowing a hole in a small window. Cool gusts of air and small white teardrop snowflakes blew in quietly, adding a slight chill to the room. John raised an eyebrow, and quickly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed it. It wasn't busy during the holidays, but John could have sworn he heard several pairs of shoes and feet rustling from the dorms above, quickly pattering down the stairs.

"Hurry now John!" Sherlock said, as he repaired the window. He quickly grabbed his coat and bag, and rushed out the painting door to the safety of the maze like castle. John stifled a giggle, as this usually happened. Being a Ravenclaw, he wasn't technically supposed to be in the common room at all. He quickly slipped into his shoes, grabbed his scarf and robes, and dashed out of the now warming up room. He glanced around and spotted Sherlock waiting in a small nearby alcove with window seats. It was lightly decorated with Christmas doings, giving off an eerie sparkle.

John went and sat down next to Sherlock. Snow flowed past the window. Faint echoes of Christmas Carols echoed off the stone walls. A strange smell of peppermint wafted through the air. "Ah, Christmas." John said, leaning back until his blonde hair touched the window. "John. There is something I must tell you." Sherlock said, He fiddled with his blue and silver scarf and stared the blonde in the eyes.

"I…"

A/N: Haha cliff hanger. Kinda. I'm sorry for the shortness, I was under pressure and reallllllly had to get this idea down before I imploded. I promise most of the update will be longer. I also swear to update every Saturday if I can. C: BYE! –Flees away in the Tardis-