Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock

When John woke up he felt his face burn. His morning wood was pressing itself firmly into Sherlock's bum. "Good morning to you too." Sherlock mumbled.

"Umglr." John made an awkward throaty noise before he hopped out of bed, apologizing as he went to the shower, his body protesting the cool morning air and begging him to return to his nice warm bed and to Sherlock. John stood under the warm water for a while, just letting it calm his nerves.

When they were both ready to start the day they headed down to the great hall for breakfast. Sherlock decided it would be the best benefit for him to sit with Ravenclaw so he left John's side to venture out into the new world of Hogwarts. John went and sat with his rowdy bunch of team members. It was finally Friday and everyone was excited. Sherlock was instantly flocked by a group of girls, wanting to know all the dirt on the new meat. Classes went by at a crawl but by the end of the day they were finally free for the weekend. John was going to sit with Sherlock at dinner but there was no room around the now popular boy. Not an inch of space between him and his fan girls. John had wanted to spend some time with his boyfriend but he supposed he would just have to share. He sat with his friends but made sure he was within eavesdropping distance.

"So...we're having a party tonight at my house. You should so totally come." Gushed a particularly busty hufflepuff girl who was practically lying in Sherlock's lap. Sherlock was silent. "Everyone who's anyone is going to be there. Even a bunch of slytherins." She said.

"What about the quidditch game?" He asked.

"Oh no one's going to that except the losers who aren't going to my party." She said enthusiastically.

"I might need someone to take me..." Sherlock said at last. John felt his heart break. He'd invited Sherlock to the game. He supposed he just didn't want to be in John's company anymore. John said nothing as he left the great hall, not having eaten anything. He went outside and found the equipment. He got his broom and shot off into the sky.