A/N: AAAH! Thank you all for the few reviews, It means so much to me! As a treat I'm sneaking on at school to give you guys an update. C: This chapter won't dissapoint, I promise you.

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Sherlock tried staring into John's deep brown eyes. "I propose we make a trip to Hogsmead, Christmas treat." Sherlock said, regaining his posture. John gave him a curious look. "Ok Sherly." John said, shrugging. "We'll head this way." Sherlock said, getting up without a thought and walking off. John sighed and follow the raven haired boy down a familiar hallway. "What do you want to do once we get to Hogmead?" John asked, keeping up the Sherlock's quick pace. "Nothing much, we could go see the shrinking shack, Also I need to stop by honeydukes." He said absent-mindedly. Why had he froze up? That was not like him. He was fiften for god's sake, he could express his feeling fine! He didn't usually have a problem with it.

John and Sherlock walkwed quietly down the hall after that. John could tell something was on Sherlock's mind, and he was close to imposible to being human when he went ino thinking mode. They rounded a few more hallways and stair cases until they made in out into the outer grounds of Hogwarts. The cool air blew briskly, making John's face slightly pink. The snow drifted silently down, leaving small teardrops in Sherlock and John's hair. John brushed it out, feeling his body heat melt the small now flakes into puddles. Sherlock payed no attenion to the small vistors in his hair, partly because it was thick and didn't make his scalp cold.

The duo walked through the ground of Hogwarts, heading down familiar paths, nodding hello to a few people John knew. "Molly has been snogging Jim again." Sherlock said smuggly, pointing to a small mousy girl in Hufflepuff. "How could you possibly know that?" John said, an amused smile creeping on his face. "Just her eyes and her lipstick. Despite the cold, which doesn't really affect your eyes, her pupils are dilated. Her faint lipstick that she always wears is slightly smudged, but only on the botto and too far to be her eating or biting her lip, therefore someones mouth- "

John cut him off. "I really didn't need to know that Sherly." He said, rolling his eyes. "It's not even our buisness who she's been snogging." John said, giving Sherlock a stern look. Sherlock didn't respond, and just frowned that John hadn't let him continue his deduction. The slightly uneven grounds started to become flatter, as the familiar Hogsmead trail with small stone walls began to form around them. The snow was slightly thicker, and their snow war breaths puffed out in cold white clouds. Colorful lights and laughs could be heard in the distance, indentifing Hogsmead only about a ten more minute walk.

Sherlock took his wand out and practiced some spells, casting small snow animals to run around. The wind picked up slighly, making John shiver and move closer to Sherlock for warmth. Sherlock flinced, but didn't move away, allowing John to be closer to him. Sherlock blushed slightly when His hand brushed against John's forcing him move to the side before he did something embarassing. John raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't question the raven haired boy. There was a blur in the near distance and some cruel laughing. Before John knew what was happening, they were apon them. It was Moriarty and his gang.

John and Sherlock only had a few friends, even though John was a nice guy, Sherlock managed to scare most fo those who werent easily offended off. Molly was one of those friends, even if she wasn't with them all the time. John had frowned at Molly when she told him she was dating Jim, since everyone knew that he was a no good. He did respect her though, and let her do what she wished, only giving advise when she needed. This didn't help the fact that Jim and his friends were total bastards, especially Sherlock.

Sherlock caught his breath when he saw the people approching them. He instantly reconized Jim, Sebastian, and a few other asshats. Jim always had some new person or another. He caught his breath and grabbed John's arm, attempting to steer around them. "Not so fast Johnny-boy." Jim said, pushing John out of Sherlock's grasp. "Where do you two lovebird's think your'e going?" He said in his thick scottish accent, "Were not-" John said, trying and failing at democracy as usual. "Fuck off Moriarty." Sherlock spat at the older year, despite him being shorter and more gaunt then the bad guy and his fellow Slytherins.

"Fiesty. Oh fine, I think I will," Jim said with a smirk slowly, turning around slowly. Right before he completely stepped away, He reached over and punched Sherlock square in the face. Sherlock let out a little wail and fell smack on his back, the force of the blow unexpected. A few drops of blood scattered the snow white ground. "Tsk tsk, I hate getting my hands dirty." Jim said with a frown. John growled and tried to assult the older boy, only to be smacked by Jim's first hand man Sebastian. He landed ontop of Sherlock with a small smack. The Slytherins luaghed and walked away, leaving the two boy on top of each other.

A/N: AAAHRG ALMOST TO THE GOOD PART! Sorry for cutting off once again, But it will all work out. Review if you want, It gives me lots of hope to continue 3