Thanks to MissyJ, who co-wrote this with me. She's Awesome!

Author's note: Warning Teen!lock, and there is lots of fluffy fluff. Covered in sugar. And marshmallows.

Interesting, thought a sixth year Sherlock Holmes, as he watched from a corner in the great hall next to his table, the Ravenclaws. When he was sorted, the sorting hat pondered for five minutes putting him in Slytherin, but it saw something in his heart that was purer than Slytherin that even Sherlock hadn't seen that and his amazing intellect. The only thing that almost got him in Slytherin was his attitude and his severe cockyness, but he narrowly dodged that bullet, because if he had been put in Slytherin he would have never met John H. Watson…

John was also a sixth year and had been put in Gryffindor for his bravery, cunning, kindness, and slight temper that sometimes got him in trouble. He was talking to Gregory Lestrade about his earlier classes when he happened to glance over to the corner of the Ravenclaw table by chance and did a double take when he saw a boy staring right back at him. He was about six foot, had curly hair black as night, and had the most piercing light blue eyes you have ever seen that glittered in the candlelight and were illuminated by the flashes of thunder and lightning on that the enchanted ceiling was putting on.

And John was pretty sure that he saw the mysterious boy was looking at John as well, but when he saw that John had noticed him, He hastily glanced down at his feet and lightly...blushed?!

Why the bloody hell did John feel small butterflies in his stomach all of the sudden? Okay that was weird, thought John and he tore his eyes away and tried (feebly) to finish his pot pie and potatoes, and what he hoped sounded casually, asked Greg,

"Who's that over there?"

"Dammed if I know, why?"

"No reason." Trying to hide his disappointment at his answer, he turned back to his dinner, but not without looking up several times to steal a glance at this strange boy.

Greg hummed, he looked as if he were going to interrogate him further, but ultimately decided to let it go for now. But he filed the situation for a later date, he had a hot date with his fish and chips!

'Whoops!' thought Sherock as John saw him staring at him, he tried to hide the fact that he was blushing by looking down at his feet but he was distracted by the large bolt of lightning that flashed when John and Sherlock's eyes met. He knew it was a coincidence, but he couldn't help thinking of what his brother once said, "The universe is rarely that lazy."

It annoyed him at the time, but he knew it was true more now than ever. In the few seconds of eye contact they had shared, Sherlock tried to take in the most prominent facial features but his brain temporarily froze so all he could see were his eyes, a light blue that seemed to be able to see right into your soul and beyond. It was overwhelming and soothing at the same time, all that was around them seemed to freeze including time itself, and he knew that John Watson had felt something similar, his eyes told all. But by the time Sherlock's brain had thawed out, John had already turned back to his now cold pot pie, looking quite a bit put off and was that crimson he saw on his cheeks?

Sherlock smile slowly faded as he slowly shuffled out of the great hall, he cursed at himself.

'Dammit! What's wrong with you? You're never nervous, NEVER! So you locked eyes for a few minutes, why should that make YOU of all people, NERVOUS!" Sherlock murmured to himself while wandering back to his common room, regretting his actions, "I mean who in the bloody hell stares at someone for that long! Even I would be uncomfortable…" His first attempts to start a conversation with John was a failure, by social normalities John should by all means avoid him. Damn, for the first time, he was baffled! Why in the hell did that always happen when he looked at John?

Why? Without even even trying, he could he make Sherlock feel like an oversized toddler! Sherlock hated not knowing things, almost as much as he hated this... feeling, feeling this way about anyone or thing! When he looked at John, he saw a case, one he was desperate to crack! He wanted to know every stupid detail, every tiny story, everything there was to know about John Watson. And he simply could not figure out why. This feeling was definitely new, he would have to analyze it later.

He climbed up into his common room, and subconsciously started to ascend the stairs to the boys dormitories. But all he could think about is the colour of John's eyes. The thought of that gave him an odd feeling in his stomach, that he kind of liked. It made the adrenaline pump through his body like no thrill of the chase ever could, and he loved it more than anything at this school.

-bBb-

As John Watson started his first class of the day, herbology, he started to think about what happened last night, the mysterious boy from before. He found out from a student that his name was Sherlock Holmes. He had been firmly advised to stay away. Which just made him more curious about him! Why was he so adamant? He had never heard of him, so he can't be that bad...can he?

Why did he feel so inclined to find out about the mysterious Sherlock Holmes? He was normally quick to understand things, but this was different somehow. He could not put his finger on this boy. Everything about him should have been lanky, but somehow he just looked perfect. His medium long curly, black hair that fell perfectly without him trying. And his cheekbones that gave him a look of calmness, and at the same time a sharpness that would put any knife to shame! It disturbed him that he said these things about him, because he was NOT gay! He had never had any interest in the same gender, but then again he had never met Sherlock Holmes! He was the only one he felt he would never get bored with, and that decided it. He just had to meet Sherlock Holmes.

-bBb-

"Holmes!" Exclaimed Professor McGonagall sharply, after noticing he was not paying attention in class. "Are you feeling okay? Your normally my most focused pupil! Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?"

"Fine, professor. Thanks." He said shortly.

"Alright." She said suspiciously, "But I expect your full attention, understood?"

"Yes professor." And he obeyed. McGonagall was the only teacher that could keep him in line at class.

"Class dismissed." She stated.

As a herd of students crammed out of the double doors and into the hallway, John was waiting.

This might be his only chance to have a real conversation with Sherlock, this was the first class that the Ravenclaws had and it got out just after herbology. His timing was perfect, but John couldn't figure out why he was nervous. Almost like walking up to a girl he had liked for a while, which was ridiculous! It's not like he was planning to ask him out or anything! So why in bloody hell did he feel like he was about to? Well no time to think about that! Here he comes.

'Uhhh... why was John here?' thought Sherlock. 'He's probably just here to talk to one of his friends, you have no right to assume he's here to speak to you!" He thought sadly, with a small frown on his face when suddenly he heard a voice call his name. It was male, so it wasn't McGonagall so he started to listen.….there it was again! He looked around confused when his eyes landed on John, and immediately started to smile like a kid in honeydukes for the first time!

'How did John do that?' He wondered as he speed-walked over to him trying (and failing) to seem nonchalant about it. While John noticed he was a tad over eager to get to him, which made him smile for some reason and want to start jogging to him too, but he restrained himself for the sake of his pride.

'Why was John calling him? Of all the people in Hogwarts John was calling him over to talk! Why was he so excited about this? They were just talking! Most likely over lunch guessing by the time, why did Sherlock feel like it was a lunch date? He knew it wasn't, so he mustered up all the courage that he had to say one simple word, Hey, that's it Sherlock! Move your mouth and produce the word, almost! 'Hey John!' Victory! You got an extra one too! It seemed like a million years until John said,

"Hey Sherlock!"

And all he could think was HE KNOWS MY NAME! And then he couldn't help but smirk his most charming smirk, as he never truly smiles, which made John melt inside and then curse himself for melting inside but forced himself to continue making words come out of his mouth despite how dry it was,

"Sooo Sherlock.. I was..um-er- just wondering if you would...um- maybe wanna join me for.. Lunch?"

Sherlock didn't even hesitate for a second, "Oh god ye- I mean... Sure! Want to walk together?"

"Yeah sure!" John exclaimed, wondering what he was about to say before, was he about to say "Oh god yes!"? But that's impossible! He's Sherlock! He can't possibly- Can he? 'Dont jinx it John' said a voice in his head and he agreed with it for once, so he walked side by side with Sherlock. Both processing what just happened, both smiling and blushing quietly when their hands accidentally touched and wondering how they felt this way, they had known each other for about ten minutes and already felt like more than friends.