Author's Note

I do not own the Harry Potter or Sherlock Franchise, because of the stupid thing called reality.

Chapter 3. Tea, Neighbors, and A Nosy Girl

Sherlock POV

The next few days are just bloody awful, they're even worse now with this Granger girl here. Hermione did turn out to be a preotegee, or at least really smart in not one, not two, but literally all the academic subjects in school. Math and science I had always been good in, especially chemistry and anatomy. Everything else (the pointless subjects I liked to call) I was complete rubbish in. English, forget it, and don't even get me started on bloody history. Math and science though I as known to be good in, I was known to be top in the grade, maybe even the whole school, nobody was even close to me on that level. But now with Hermione here, who was with like every subject, good at science, I hated to admit but I actually had to compete in it which was bothersome and annoying even more. She knew it seemed even more about me which seemed impossible, and she even knew more than the teacher which made her half the time the teacher of the class. And it wasn't just in science and math either, it was like that with every single subject we learned. It was already bad enough that she was good in math and science, but she was great in history, grammar, and literature too. I couldn't see why she had to compete with me in my subjects when she already was great in those but for some reason she had to be just perfect in everything. She talked way too much too and always went too in depth in the subject, making us always late for lunch and recess. This was causing much annoyance with everyone, and soon she was becoming pretty unpopular. I don't know if she noticed though, but I certainly did, pretty soon people were avoiding her and not sitting with her. If she wasn't such an annoying git I might have felt bad for her but I didn't. She was even more unpopular than me, not that I was popular or anything. She had hit a new low now, becoming even more unpopular, a new record in the school.

So when the weekend finally came I was glad for it, I was tired of having to complete with Hermione, and it was starting to get mentally draining. I was already dreading this school year but at least I got a break from her in the weekends. Besides, I got to hang out with one of my few friends and neighbor, John Watson. John's parents and my parents had known each other before we were even born. Our family apparently have always had very close ties to each other throughout the generation and I guess we were no exceptions. Mom had even gone to college with John's mom, so it was really a good coincidence when they ended up being neighbors. There was a three year between me and John, but it didn't matter much as what my Mum called my very unique personality. That and my high intellect probably was more than enough for John to handle. John had always been really nice to me ever since I was little, he was like a better big brother and best friend. He would always hang out with me when I was younger, even when his friends were around and he made sure when I did meet his friends that they were nice to me. He also stood up to the bullies in my school, which is probably why I stopped being bullied as much today. Not that I am not completely bullied, they just use words and social cues instead of punches and kicks.

DI ran over to John's house, which was just two houses down from mine. As usual he was playing video games, he had gotten really into them lately, ever since last Christmas. His friend had given them to him, it was an alien shooting game which I found rather pointless. The friend who had given to it to him had been nice enough (they had to be around John) but they never treated me as an equal, probably because I was younger than them, even though I was probably smarter than they'll ever be. I hated video games though, it was stupid that you earned points in killing something that was about to kill you anyways. There was also no strategy anyways, it was just blatant shooting, luck, and timing. Things that had no point in the real world. I had once told John that who said I was looking into it to much, and said I was only saying that because I wasn't good at them. That was a bunch of idiocy and I pointed out all the flaws in the game to the point that John nearly whacked me because he was so annoyed.

"Hey John." I said, slipping next to him on the couch. He was now playing a zombie shooting game, which was even stupider than the alien one. If it really was the zombie apocalypse why would you be on the ground and not hiding, not to mention you would be wasting resources at this rate he was going. Why would you even go to the zombies anyways, that's like asking to be killed.

"Hey." he said,

"Zombie on the left." I commented. He shot to the left,

"Thanks, how's school?" He asked.

"School is bloody awful, there's this super annoying girl in my class now. All she does is talk, and be a know it all. She actually just moved here though from across the street. Her name is Hermione."

"Oh I heard she was really nice, certainly smart from my Mom. She's actually coming over." I groaned.

"What's your problem with her?" He asked.

One of the few flaws John had was his pure stupidity, I hate to be rude but he really did have an average mind, certainly not that above if it was. I had clearly just stated why she was horrible, yet he still asked. She was just so annoying, I don't even know why she bothered me more than usual her nature, maybe it's how she presented it, it was just so horrid.

"Well she's a loud mouth, know-it all, and won't ever shut up." I said, crossing my arms. I hated her so much, the mention of her left a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Sounds like someone I know." John grumbled. I wondered who he was talking about. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Hermione POV

I had decided to go over at John's house for three reasons, one, he had invited me over yesterday and it seemed the nice thing to do, two, I was going to be bored anyways because my parents were doing errands all weekend so I might as well occupy myself even for a few minutes, and three, I needed to meet the new neighbors and John seemed like a good start. He had come over yesterday to ask, which of course I said yes, John was three years older than me though treated me as if we were the same age, I had a feeling he treated everyone like that though. If I had to call him an animal I would call him a badger, kind, loyal, and always protective. He was a bit taller than me, though he didn't tower over like sherlock, he also had a warm welcoming air to him that I liked. I wonder what his family must be like.

I knocked on the door and then held my breath. I had always done that since I was little, always having the little subconscious fear that they wouldn't answer the door because something horrific had happened or they wouldn't come in time because something bad would happen to me. I sort of made that up though, as my mother called it was a side affect of having a hyperactive imagination. Mrs Watson though soon opened the door, she was a warm person with a large smile and even kinder demeanor, I could immediately see where John got his nature from. Mrs. Watson called for John who came and followed behind him was Sherlock. I was a bit surprised to see Sherlock here, I mean he lived two doors down so that was no surprise but still I didn't think he would actually hang out with someone like John. I had always pictured him like he is at school, isolated, not even trying to get close to people, and doing things his own way. I guess when I pictured him on the weekend I pictured him in his basement in like some make shift lab, making experiments and exploding things down stairs. I never pictured him as doing anything ordinary, because he acted so out of that line.

Sherlock was clearly not happy to see me, to be honest I wasn't thrilled to see him either. His nature wasn't much better throughout the week, in fact he seemed to have gotten even worse. I had voiced my discomfort of him to my parents who said to give him time. Of course they were very oblivious because if they had met Sherlock they would have immediately regretted saying that.

"Hello Sherlock." I said, trying to keep the mirth out of my voice.

"Granger" he said, not with much contempt either. He had only called me by my last name so far, as if my first name disgusted him. Not as if his name was much more common or prettier anyways. We stared at each other for a while, his eyes piercing and sharper than ever, a burning fury lying under his cool blue eyes. I was if he was daring me, daring me to do something out of the ordinary, to surprise him. It was in a mocking way too, as if he was betting I couldn't do anything that would surprise him, he was too smart to be surprised.

"John, now everyone know's their name. Everyone good now?" John said eyeing Sherlock, as he was trying to break the silence. I smiled at his efforts to try to break the tension in the air, it was still there but at least it seemed less tense. Sherlock grudgingly nodded and he then led us to his living room.

What I love most about visiting people is seeing their homes themselves. I love not just the way their decorated but the little quirks, the unique little details in every nook and cranny of each home. I love how the way the pictures of John when he was little and his family are put on the mantle piece on top of the fire, the frames neatly tidy and the pictures put in their own unique way. I also love the piles of books on the coffee table which are put in a helter skelter way, showing that they weren't perfect, that they were real and had a homely feeling, just like any family should. The house wasn't perfect, it wasn't like those pictures you see in magazines with it perfectly organised and neat, it was real, not just a pristine and fake. So perfect you couldn't even relate to it.

My old house had been like that, I could name every quirk in every room and in every which way it affected it. I remember ever little crack in the walls, dents in the places where they shouldn't be, scuffs in the paint. I remember where they came from and how they got there, the memories forever in those walls. Even if someone moved in there and covered them they would stay, showing our forever affect on that apartment. I missed that small apartment, even though it was smaller and cramped it was our small cramped place with the perfect memories and all. It was our mismatched way, just like those two pair of socks that don't quite match but are still perfect together. It was perfect just like our family, a little mismatched but in the end alright. Our new house wasn't like that at all, it was dull, a blank canvas. No previous owners had had it so it looked more like the houses in the magazines, too perfect to be real. It didn't even have your little quirks of all the books in helter-skelter because not all the books had come yet, the house didn't looked lived in at all and it made me miss my old apartment even more.

After a few moments of awkward silence John finally asked how I was. He could clearly fill the tension building again and was trying to break it.

"Oh let me answer for her, I feel presomptulous or something nonsensical like that because I'm Hermione Granger, the know it all who just has to use big words to make herself seem smarter." He said bitterly, saying it all rather quickly before I could even get a word in.

"Sherlock." John said warningly, and eyeing him to back down.

"It's presumptuous by the way." I retorted, feeling a bit annoyed now. The nerve, I didn't know why he hated me, sure I hadn't always been the nicest but that always was his fault anyways. I had tried but he just seemed to hate my efforts even more and I was growing tired of it.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways because I don't really care anyways."

"You know I don't ever understand people like you, I had a few people like you at my old school. They were always so hateful and cruel to people like me, people they barely knew. Why are you guys like that?"

"Trust me, I'm not an idiot like those people, you will never meet a person like me."

"Oh please."

"You do realise I'm not the only one with this opinion, here are a few other quotes, arrogant, brat, know-it all, and loudmouth to name a few, quote un quote." he was angry now but still had the nerve to smirk at me. I was getting really mad at him, madder than I had ever felt before.

"That's just your opinion."

"Actually, surprisingly it's not. In case you can fit in your cranium all these things, let me break it down for you. You are not popular exactly, do you realise people are avoiding you, do you even have any actual friends?"

This made me so angry but he did have a point. I really did not have people I considered friends, not at least like my old school at least. Thinking about it made me even more mad, because I didn't have to deal with people like him. "Molly Hooper is nice to me, and Ella lent me a pencil during an exam."

"Oh please, Molly is nice to everyone, she's too timid to be rude, and now suddenly pencils are defining cores of friendship?" He said, a smugger look building on his face, his ego growing even more. We were both standing now, leaning across the tables, both face furrowed in concentration and fury.

"Well do you have any friends?" I yelled.

For a moment he was silent, the smug look immediately wiping off his face. he looked like he was about to say something but then shut his mouth rather quickly, reminding me sort of a fish out of water, their mouths opening quickly and closing. Mrs Watson unfortunately came at the worst of the moment, bringing with her a tray of cookies and milk that she nearly dropped after hearing me screaming. Later I felt bad but at the moment I was too angry to care. John was completely hopeless now knowing it was too late for him to intervene or anything. he sat just watching us, not saying a word. The moment seemed to last forever but it was probably not even five minutes. It was rather awkward and barbaric, only ending when Sherlock fumed out of the house, too angry to even scream.

After watching him leave I sat down on the couch, fuming. I wasn't all that hungry but I began to eat the cookies, taking out all my anger on them. The nerve of him, didn't he realise I knew people saw me as different? Didn't he know how much it hurt and how much I tried to fit in with fail? I wasn't a complete idiot, I knew people saw me as different. I thought maybe he might understand me, he seemed smart and isolated too but I was wrong. He was just like most boys, a bigoted idiot who doesn't care for anyone. John stayed quiet for a while, which was the kindest gesture. Tears started to pour down my face which made even madder but I couldn't stop them. They were bitter tears, tears of sadness of being alone, anger at Sherlock, anger at everyone just isolating me already. Anger at even myself, and questioning why I just had to be so different.

"How can you stand him?" I asked, John sat over and patted me on the back.

"Don't take it too personally Hermione, he just gets in moods like that."

"Moods?" I asked, incredulous.

"Well more like a phase that doesn't end until he gets excited or happy about something. This is by one of his moods by far though."

"And it's all because of me, why does he hate me so much?"

"I don't think he means exactly to hate you, Sherlock even though he is a genius can be a complete idiot and git on these sort of things. He doesn't understand that his words hurt people, he doesn't even really understand why to care about people. To him, he finds it pointless to even care about people. Truth be told I think he respects you in his own twisted way and maybe is even intimidated by you. Maybe, even a bit jealous." His eyes then got wide.

"Don't tell Sherlock that though, he'll kill me." I laughed at John's expression.

"Don't worry I won't. I guess it makes sense." I said, and even though I was still angry at him and would probably punch him still, I still couldn't help but pity the little wolf boy.

Author's Note

Well that was a dramatic scene, the important thing you learned here is that kids are mean. Unfortunately they don't get much nicer though, still I enjoyed writing this one, Hermione is a very powerful character and could help Sherlock, for better or for worse. :) Next one is in Sherlock POV though, so we get to see his side of this argument. See you until then. Also review please, I want to make sure I'm not completely failing everyone.