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By the time John brought his broom back the school had emptied more than half its students. Everyone else was preparing for the game. John went to his room and looked in the mirror. He was smiling. He'd been smiling since Sherlock had agreed to go to the party. It was what he did when he was beyond mad. It was a cold murderous smile that said he was not happy at all. He changed from his uniform before heading off to watch the game. He hated himself for scanning the crowd in hopes of Sherlock's face. Of course, he wasn't there. John felt his mood worsen as he sat, alone, in the cold, in the dark, and watched the game with the rest of the losers.
By the time the game ended, John was so tired of human beings he wanted to run into the forbidden forest and live there for the rest of his life. Instead, he went back to his dorm, and found Sherlock waiting for him outside the door. John said nothing, just shoved past him and slammed the door behind himself.
He stood in his room; his teammates were out, as usual. He wanted to break something. Wanted to scream and hit things and cry and punch someone in the bloody face. Instead he forced himself to stop shaking and went back down to where Sherlock was waiting. "John I-" Sherlock began before John interrupted.
"No." John snapped. "Go to your own dorm." John said quietly.
"But John I-" Sherlock tried again.
"Go Sherlock." John snarled through his smile.
"I don't know the password. Or where it is." Sherlock shouted.
"That's not my problem." John said sounding calm despite his smile.
"What did I do John?" Sherlock asked.
"Nothing." John snapped. Sherlock had done nothing to even try in this 'relationship.'
"Then what's wrong?" Sherlock asked moving closer to John. John moved back, evading Sherlock's advance.
"Maybe you can talk to one of those new friends of yours. Your following. I'm sure they can help you." John said as he turned to go back into hufflepuff dorm. Sherlock grabbed John's arm and John snapped back, punching Sherlock in the face for good measure. The Ravenclaw stagger back, but didn't let go of John's arm. "Get off." John snarled.
"Please don't leave me alone." Sherlock murmured.
"Get off me Sherlock." John tried to shake Sherlock off but he just clung onto his arm harder. After a moment John sighed and put his arms around Sherlock, hugging the taller boy against his chest. "You need to go." John said gently. Sherlock was silent, hugging John back, no indication he was letting go. "It's your own damn fault." John said with a small chuckle.
"Tell me what I did?" Sherlock mumbled as he buried his face in the crook of John's shoulder, where his neck and shoulder met.
"I asked you to go with me to the game but you ditched me to go to that stupid party." John said.
"I left once I got there." Sherlock said defensively as his arms tightened around John's waist.
"That's not the problem Sherlock. You ditched me." John said tiredly as his arms fell gently around Sherlock's neck.
"How can I make it up to you?" Sherlock asked.
"I think you should just go." John said as he began kissing Sherlock's neck.
"I'm going to make it up to you." Sherlock declared before he pulled back. He waited until John went back into the Hufflepuff common room before rushing off. He got to the kitchens and to the house elves.
"Hello sir." Said one in a small voice.
"John's friend." One shouted gleefully.
"Yes yes." Sherlock said trying to calm them. "I have a question." They fell quiet. "What kinds of things does John like?" Sherlock asked.
"He likes jam." One announced.
"And jumpers." Another added.
"Dogs." One said.
"Quidditch." Shouted another.
"To eat." Sherlock clarified although the other things were good ideas too...for another time.
"Jam." One said.
"On toast." Another added.
"And coffee." Said another.
"Can I have one order of that?" Sherlock asked. They nodded eagerly and set off to work. It was done in seconds and presented to him. He said thanks and rushed off to Hufflepuff. He'd paid attention this time so he remembered the password and once he'd slipped inside he was pleased to find no one. It was empty. All the students were either at the party, celebrating the quidditch game or in bed. Sherlock strode over to John's door and pushed it open. He looked inside to find John sitting on his bed reading. Sherlock walked over to John and presented him with his offering. John looked up from his book with a confused expression.
"And this is...?" John asked.
"Toast. And jam. And coffee." Sherlock said smiling proudly.
"Oh...just what I want...breakfast at..." John looked at the clock. "One in the morning."
"Why not? It's coffee. It'll help you stay awake." Sherlock said smiling as he held out the plate of toast with jam and the mug of coffee.
"No thanks." John said sourly. Sherlock huffed and put them on John's bedside table.
"Ok...how about..." Sherlock was trying to remember the other things the house elves said John liked... How was he supposed to get a puppy at one am? Jumpers...John was shirtless currently and Sherlock really couldn't bring himself to change that. That only left quidditch. "How about I go to your game tomorrow." Sherlock said at last.
"I don't have a game tomorrow." John said as he flipped to the next page in his book.
"Today." Sherlock corrected. He didn't consider it today because he was still in Saturday. John sighed and put his book down before looking up at Sherlock.
"Why are you so desperate for us to be friends again?" John asked.
"I don't have friends." Sherlock spat the word like it was scum. John's eyes glazed over and he nodded.
"I think it's time you go." John said as he picked up his book again.
"No John. I don't have friends. Just one." Sherlock said. "One who is brave and kind and good. Someone who is the best person I've ever met. Someone who makes me a better person." Sherlock said earnestly. John rolled his eyes.
"You're a bloody rotten friend." John said not looking up from his book.
"No one's ever wanted to be my friend before. So I don't have a lot of practice." Sherlock said as he hesitantly moved to climb into bed next to John. John sighed heavily and moved over so Sherlock could fit. "So...are we back together?" Sherlock asked warily.
"We never officially broke up." John responded. "But you're still an ass."
"But I'm your ass...wait." Sherlock laughed. John soon joined him in the laughter. "You should sleep. You've got a big game today." Sherlock said after their laughter died down. John shrugged.
"I guess." He said as he snuggled down under the covers with Sherlock cuddled up next to him. He looked at the clock one last time before his eyes slid shut. 1:56