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A/N: SO sorry. I feel so bad for not working on this fic for such a long time. I've been trying to finish up all my fics before i start any new major fics so...one shots and just adding chapters until everything's caught up on.
Weallseethesamesunset: I'm not sure where this story's going so I'm curious for the rest too. Writing for you guys (and girls) is my pleasure.
Konnichiwa242: glad you're enjoying it. For the purposes of my story (because I'm far too lazy to change it) they do and it does.
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Stugshipper101: it's on my list of stories to finish so I'm working on it.
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"So Mike, what was it that you needed?" John asked as he caught the boy in question in the hall outside the dormitories.
"Oh nothing. Just wanted some help on a bit of homework. It can wait." Mike said awkwardly looking between John and Sherlock.
"If you need help, I've got time." John said kindly.
"Really? Because you looked busy." Mike quipped. John and Sherlock laughed.
"He can help you too. Probably better than i could." John smirked at Sherlock. They spent some time helping Mike with his homework before he left, leaving the two alone once more with not much time before they had to be off for their prank.
"How could you use my wand so easily?" Sherlock asked as he lay in John's bed. John was sitting on the end with his legs crossed.
"My easy going nature makes me compatible with every wand." John said smiling as he recalled getting his own wand. That was what the seller had told him before he found 'the one.'
"Easy going nature." Sherlock repeated. "It seems you and i are opposites." He laughed.
"Oh i wouldn't say that." John joined in the laughter.
"Why not?" Sherlock asked curiously as he sat up, watching the blond boy. John looked confused for a moment. Sherlock may have a tendency to be a stuck up prick but once his shell was broken he was a decent bloke. One John would like to get to know in every sense of the words.
"I think we should go." John said quietly as he hopped out of bed and over to the door. They made their way to the kitchens to find Greg waiting.
"Okay. You two ready?" He asked. They nodded and went into the hot room bustling with house elves. They all rushed over at the sight of John.
"Oh hello sirs." One said.
"Can we get you anything?" Another offered.
"Love the jumper John." One said tugging in John's pant leg.
"How's the limp?" One asked John.
"Is your room tidy enough?" Asked a dirty one.
"Hello. Yes my room is perfect thanks but i told you, i could clean it." John said.
"We know." They all said at once.
"Then why do you still do it?" John asked laughing.
"With your injuries." One said.
"We just couldn't let you do that." Another finished.
"We'd like two cream pies." Greg said, tiring of the chat.
"Please. If it isn't too much trouble." John added.
"Oh no trouble." One said as they all set off to work.
"None at all really." Another smiled.
"For John and his friends, anything." One added. Soon enough the three went back out into the hall, escaping the thick heat.
"What are we doing with these?" Sherlock asked.
"John here learned a charm we wanted to tryout." Greg said smirking as John set to work on the pies.
"I'm charming them to fly into Anderson and Donovan's face. No matter where they are. They'll be able to go through walls and people and everything until they get to their targets." John said grinning as the pies went off. Sherlock wondered why he and Greg had to be there for this.
"So, found yourself a girl?" Greg asked looking pointedly at John.
"Not exactly." John laughed as the three set out for their dorms.
"What? Didn't you read the book?" Greg asked.
"I didn't finish it." John said. "But i read most of it. Greg rolled his eyes.
"If you like blokes just say so and I'll stop bothering you." Greg said.
"I-" John faltered. "I like both." He said nervously. "But guys are usually easier to pick up. Girls travel in packs. Like wolves." John said earnestly. Greg laughed as he turned off to go to his dorms.
"Yeah, wolves." Greg laughed. "Gnight boys." He called over his shoulder. John looked around nervously.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked.
"Well we might be out past curfew." John said smiling. Sherlock nodded in understanding. They managed to get back to hufflepuff dorms without getting caught. Sherlock flopped down on the bed dramatically. "You're a bit of a drama queen. You know that?" John asked.
"I've been called worse i suppose." Sherlock mumbled into the pillow. John sat next to the thin boy on the bed, allowing his hand to rest on his cool back.
"Why couldn't you go to your dorm? The Ravenclaws didn't like you?" John asked trying to sound gentle. Sherlock shrugged. "Want me to beat 'em up?" John asked grinning.
"They're not worth it." Sherlock mumbled. John nodded, still smiling. He began pulling Sherlock's robe off and Sherlock didn't stop him. Then off came the shoes and socks. Next, very carefully, John pulled off. Sherlock's shirt before rolling the boy over to appraise his bruised ribs. "Want me to beat up Anderson and Donnovan?" John asked as he brushed his thumb lightly over Sherlock's bruise.
"Not for that." Sherlock said. "But maybe for this." He said brushing his thumb against the bruise on John's face. Sherlock shook his head and flopped back down on the bed with his head buried in the pillow. John put his hand on Sherlock's now bare back.
"I'm glad no one saw this." John said as his hand began gently rubbing Sherlock's back.
"Hm?" Sherlock asked. It hurt more than a little to know John felt the need to hide them.
"Me pulling your clothes off in a darkened bed. People might talk." John laughed quietly.
"People do little else." Sherlock responded smirking.
"Unless of course you want to make it official." John offered as Sherlock rolled over to look at him.
"How's that?" Sherlock asked as John's hand gently ran along his thin flat stomach.
"Well, do you want to date me?" John asked gently. Sherlock nodded nervously. "Then we're dating. And you're my boyfriend." John said smiling as he pushed Sherlock back against the pillows.
"Can we...can we not..." Sherlock asked nervously. John looked confused.
"Not what?" John asked, not moving his hand from where it was resting against Sherlock's bare chest.
"Um...shag." Sherlock said awkwardly. John laughed.
"I wasn't going to shag you. I was going to snog you." John said. Sherlock looked up at John and seemed to relax. "But if you don't want to snog we don't have to." John said sitting back and reaching to get his book.
"I didn't say that." Sherlock said as he took John's face in his hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. John faltered for a moment until he slipped his arms around Sherlock's waist and pulled him onto his lap. Sherlock's legs wrapped around John's waist and his arms around his neck. John brushed his tongue against the tight line of Sherlock's lips and Sherlock pulled back, breathing heavily. John licked his lips nervously.
"I should read..." John said trying to sound casual.
"I've never kissed a boy before." Sherlock said awkwardly.
"Kiss many girls?" John asked trying to regain his breath.
"Just one." Sherlock said wrinkling his nose. "She had small lips." Sherlock commented. John laughed, flopping back against the bed laughing.
"Was i better than Thin-Lips?" John asked when his laughter finally subsided.
"Much." Sherlock nodded. John smiled proudly. "I'm tired." Sherlock said as he untangled himself from John and got under the covers.
"Gnight." John said smiling as he got out his book. Just as he was about to open it Sherlock's hands were on him. Pulling off his clothes with an ease that made him seem an expert. When John was as underdressed as Sherlock, he was pulled under the covers and made to big spoon Sherlock.
"Goodnight John." Sherlock mumbled as his hand found John's and their fingers laced themselves together.