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As soon as they were dismissed, John and Mary looked at each other and gave a knowing nod, making sure Sherlock was occupied with something else. The tall Ravenclaw and the Gryffindor made their way out of the classroom to give way to the next batch who will use it. Upon nearing the big wooden door, Sherlock was too occupied with planning his things to notice a person coming his way, until they crashed both falling to the ground.

"O-Ow.." A female voice said in agony, rubbing her pained forehead where they collided.

"Seriously, Didn't you see me-" Sherlock was caught off from his rant when he saw the person he crashed into. In an instant, his mouth went dry and he felt a slight tinge of embarrassment (if that's even possible for him) as he awkwardly gathered his papers and hers .

"I'm sorry." She said with a guilty tone, Sherlock observed her stature and learnt that she was busy with reading a book as well.

".. An apology I cannot accept, I'm afraid." He made his façade stoic as he stood up followed by her.

"Wha-Why?" Molly's eyes looked upset as she was scared to be hated by a person she likes, she nervously gripped her notebook and felt her heart beat quicken by the shock of his reply.

"A casualty of sorts in the Astronomy tower would suffice." A tinge of pink crept into Sherlock's sharp cheekbones as he diverted his eyes elsewhere to save him the reoccurring feeling of embarrassment not too long ago, in the process his clear water eyes spotted Mary and John, amusingly looking at them, even engaging in a conversation.

"That blockhead." John scoffed to his girlfriend, "Look at him! He is a blushing mess!"

"It takes a girl like Molly Hooper to penetrate that forest." Mary giggled, talking about Sherlock's curly hair.

"Wa-Wait, he's looking over here." John was hesitant for a bit.

"What of it?!" The blonde girl laughed, "Let him know that we know."

Sherlock rolled his eyes back to Molly, who looked reluctant. Searching for answers in her expression, his eyes fell down as he sighed out, "You're busy, tonight?" He could swear an abnormality in his cardiac muscle occurred, he thought it almost sank down to the depths of the black lake.

"Yeah…." She barely looked at him, God knows she wanted to be with him so much, but she had other plans, "I'm sorry."

The two were silent for a couple of minutes before Sherlock broke the ice and said with a definite tone, "next week, Friday, meet me outside your dorm at 15:00. I won't take no for an answer, Molly Hooper." He inwardly smirked to himself as he proceeded to walk away with a victorious bounce to his step, John followed suit, leaving Mary who had her own plans that day.

"Well, that was smooth." John snickered.

"John, Do shut up." The Ravenclaw blushed once again, having a set back with the occurrence earlier. Sherlock was having none of it, constantly smashing his head inside his mind palace to ease his own brain. The curls danced with the wind along each stride of the owner, his eye twitched, feeling his friend's smirk tailing him to the Great Hall.

Meanwhile, Mary stayed behind as she eyed the Hufflepuff and smiled at her friend. Waiting for the crowd to die down, the Gryffindor approached the brunette with ease, hooking her arm under hers as she wisps Molly away from class.

"But-"

"Oh, hush now." Mary giggled, "You'll be coming with me, dearie."

"Mary, what on earth is going on?" Molly asked with a scepticism in her voice.

"Listen up, Molly." The blonde looked like she was brewing something naughty, dragging her friend to the corner of the bridge, where the light was just enough , overlooking the scenery of green grass and hills.

"You still like Sherlock, right?" The Gryffindor looked at the brunette dead in the eyes, she knew how to force an answer out of the shy girl.

"Like?" Her face reddened with embarrassment, her mind is in scrambles and her heart raised immediately, it was a sudden question and she was not prepared to even answer a yes or no question.

"Just answer, for God's sake!" Mary rolled her eyes.

"Well.. yes." Molly looked down, blushing as she answered. It wasn't an unusual thing for Mary to bring up the subject, but the Gryffindor made it quite impossible for her not to be flustered, when she just talked to Sherlock a while ago.

"Good, because John and I are not gonna stop until you two knuckleheads get together." A welcoming smile greeted the brunette from the blonde, Mary was more outgoing than Molly, but she understood Molly better than anyone else and giving her a smile was something she can be assured of that everything will be alright.

Their bond grew together instantly when she was introduced to Molly, Sherlock 's friend. She knew at that time, with a single glance that the two had chemistry.

"Thank you for the support, Mary, but I don't think he likes me that way." Molly gave a sad half smile, she wasn't pitying herself, but she was just being realistic.

Mary looked at her friend for quite some time, her expression was a mixture of 'not sure if you're joking right now' and 'you need glasses, dear, because he likes you back'. It was not a surprise for Molly to doubt her worth to Sherlock, but it was quite surprising that even though they have a good friendship, she didn't even grab a spark of hope for the two of them to be together.

"Are you serious right now?" Mary had a slight annoyance to her tone.

"Yes-"

"FOR ST. MUNGO'S SAKE, MARGARET. YOU KNOW, I LOVE YOU AND I'M SORRY, BUT DID A LEECH GOT TO YOUR HEAD?!" Mary screamed at her friend who only widened her eyes with shock, "Honestly, you two are PERFECT for each other." The blonde mumbled sarcastically, crossing her arms in the process.

"I- I don't understand." Molly looked at her friend with a questioning look, she honestly didn't know why the Gryffindor was all fired up.

"You should put that on a t-shirt." Mary gave a silly smile, both ladies laughing together .

In the Great Hall..

"Achooo!" John sneezed loudly, "Seriously, is it winter already?"

Sherlock stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the table that occupied a few sheets of paper. Scanning everything that was on it, it was terribly a problem for him when out of all the papers that had his name on them (with various types of fonts), there was a corner of the last page that doesn't seem right to him. He continuously looked for relations in his mind palace, his brows and lips stiff and his face serious, disregarding John's rant about the Slytherin versus Gryffindor game last week, when he was fouled by a scheming pureblood from the opposing team.

The curly haired teen wasn't impressed, it wasn't Molly's hand writing and was even signed with three X's. He slowly raised his gaze to his bestfriend and asked, "John, do you know anyone who has an owl with a red tail named Sebastian?"

John stopped mid-sentence and quickly replied, "That's the bloody person I'm talking to you about! Jim from Slytherin! He's the only one with an owl like that! That wanker, I swear, I will knock off his two front teeth." The Gryffindor said with vengeance in his voice, "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing." Sherlock replied immediately.

John wasn't buying his friend's response and looked at the paper Sherlock's been staring at since they got there, the corner read, "Sebastian, with a red tail.. Don't worry, he doesn't bite, see you later XXX" Gathering all the pieces together, John was definitely entertained at the fact that Sherlock is unease with the note. His bestfriend didn't notice the fumes he was emitting called, Jealous and the Gryffindor is having a blast at the (unconsciously) lovestruck Sherlock Holmes.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" John said, keeping a chuckle from spewing out.

"Jealous? Absolutely not. I may have acknowledged my own sentiment towards her, but I am most certainly not jealous." His nose high up and eyes sharp as a blade, Sherlock raised his head and fixed his robes to make a point that he was well and fine.

"From what I can see, you are, mate." John patted Sherlock's shoulder.

"I'm not."

"Then why are you burning the corner of the parchment with supreme hatred." The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow, catching Sherlock who was hovering the paper over a candle.

"I-"

"Oh, shut up." John and another voice said in unison, the two men looked over to their right to find Mary in a middle of lecturing Molly who only gave a sheepish smile.

"But I just cut class." Molly retorted.

"Ma-" The male Gryffindor was about to call out his girlfriend when a loud voice overcame his, "MOLLY!"

A guy with short hair and dashing good looks walked towards the brunette, "we're still on for tonight.. ye?"

The voice made Sherlock's ears rang in distaste as he continued to listen in.

"Of course, Jim." She smiled brightly at the Slytherin before the said guy left. Sherlock hoped she would be indifferent towards the guy named, Jim from Slytherin, but to his displeasure, she was as sweet as can be and although, he finds it (although won't admit it) pleasing to see her smile, it was certainly a pain in the arse when a male enjoys it as much as he does.

"Was that the quidditch player?" Mary asked.

"Yes." Molly replied.

"What did he want?" The female Gryffindor asked again.

"He was just making sure if our plans later were still on."

"He's… different."

"What's up with that look, Mary?" Molly giggled, "Jim is quite nice and charming."

The adjectives the Hufflepuff used made Sherlock cringed and his bestfriend was there to watch him suffer as he continues to hear the two's conversation.

"Nice and charming? Not exactly the words I would use." Mary pursed her lips.

"But he's also funny, Mary. " A slight blush came to her cheeks that made Sherlock's stomach churn in discomfort. Somehow, the Ravenclaw's heart hardened in pain and he was quite sure that it was emotionally affecting him.

The blonde dragged the brunette to the corner once more and asked in a whispering tone, "Wait. Does that mean you like Jim as well?"

"Heavens no, he's just a friend! " Molly answered immediately with a cocked eyebrow.

"But-"

"Okay, He's attractive and has sex appeal, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with the guy."

Back to the table, Sherlock was staring at blank air, numerous deductions and hypothetical reasoning ran through his brain. He looked like he lost a bet in a quidditch match or worse, no interesting mysteries to solve in Hogwarts. Although he was unsure of Molly and Jim's relationship, but he was certain that he had something to do tonight and that was snooping on a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin.