Author's Note

I do not own Sherlock or Harry Potter, (duh)

Chapter 4. Little Bee Drawings

Sherlock POV

I was still furious and fuming a lot when John came over. Immediately after my argument with Hermione I had gone straight home, slamming the door and locking myself into my room much to my mother's dismay. She hated when I slammed the doors, the loud sound echoing throughout the thin walls in the house. She said it wasn't good for the doors though I think I had bigger issues at the moment than just worrying about a large piece of wood. My mother yelled at me to unlock the door and started pounding on it, I was used to this though and didn't budge, her finally giving up after twenty minutes, her footsteps slowly fading away.

I couldn't believe Hermione, the nerve she had. She had gone over the line, a step too far and she would regret it. And after all I said she still had the nerve to do that, I couldn't believe how much of a jerk she was. I had thought she was just annoying but it turns out she was rude too. I guess I hadn't been the nicest to her but she deserved it from the very beginning. All the things I had said were facts and I had stated them so, saying them in the most logical way possible so she would understand. It was the pure truth and she needed to get used to hearing it, someone had to say it to her anyways; it was only a matter of time and I was just speeding up the process. I thought I had been doing her a favour, maybe if she stopped being so bloody annoying she would finally change or something, which would be for the better of everyone, especially for her and for me. She was set in her ways though, not willing to change for some reason, and it just bothered me all the more.

John pounded on the door and I could immediately tell he wasn't happy, I opened it and saw John, his face furious. To be honest I was a bit shocked, I didn't know why John was so mad over this. I had only seen John so mad like this before and that was ages ago. It had been when the kids kept bullying me and had stood up to them, nearly punching one in the face. Of course he got in trouble for it but it did help make sure people didn't bully me as much and that I was grateful for.

John's face though was lot scarier when it was reversed on you and I could suddenly see why no one bullied me physically anymore. The look on his face made him more menacing, making me realise how much bigger, and older he was, and stronger too. It made me a cower a bit to be honest, his body seeming to grown even bigger and making him seem even more menacing.

His voice was low but I could feel it was boiling with anger when he spoke. "Sherlock, what the bloody hell were you thinking?" I suddenly realised what this was all about and I got fired up again.

"What the bloody hell are you thinking, John?" I ask back, my voice just as sharp.

"How could you say those things to her and be such an arse about it?" His voice was on the verge of yelling now.

"Well it's not my fault that they are true, I can't help that she's the most annoying person on this planet. Besides you should be mad at her too if you're going to be like that, she's the one that crossed the line, and made it even worse and stepped over. She's the one who's at fault here."

"I can't believe you, Sherlock you're the one that started it!"

"But she's the one who made it worse."

"Oh, so is calling someone an annoying know-it-all and having no friends and never will cool now Sherlock because I don't think so!"

"Well it's her fault they're true."

"That doesn't mean you need to say it, besides how do you know it's true what anyone bloody says. You of all people know that."

"John, just get out of this, stop acting like you're a part of this. This doesn't even involve you, you're three years older than us for crying out loud! I'll admit maybe I didn't say it subtly but every thing I said is true."

"Oh please Sherlock, not everything you hear is true, she seemed nice enough."

"Well you barely knew her, and she's not."

"Maybe I would have known her more if you weren't such a jerk to her!" He was yelling now.

"Look I think you and Hermione have more in common than you think." he said, his voice low again now, he seemed more frustrated at me now than angry, as if I couldn't understand what he was saying. I did, he was just wrong though.

"Like what?" I said bitterly.

"You're both smart. "

"Except she's bloody annoying smart and I'm smart in different ways." He seemed even more frustrated though.

"Okay, so you may not agree that you have anything in common, but at least try to work out your differences? You have to stay a whole year with her after all, at the very least apologise to her."

"I'm not apologising for telling the truth." John stared at me, less with anger or frustration, but more defeat.

"Please?"

"Get out." I said. He didn't even protest. He just left, leaving me as frustrated and confused as ever before.

John POV

I couldn't believe bloody Sherlock I'm a genius Holmes. This was probably the angriest I had ever been at Sherlock, and trust me, I had been angry at Sherlock plenty of times, after all, he wasn't exactly the nicest person in all of England or anything. Sure by now I was used to his black moods, tempers, short patience, arrogance, and sharp words. After all after you got to know him you had to be able to get used to it if you even wanted to remotely to be close to him, and I had seen plenty of him on his worst days, knowing him for years so I was used to it. Doesn't mean it still bloody annoyed me but I was getting used to it. This though wasn't just a mood that Sherlock expressed, this wasn't even worse than his black moods, this couldn't just be excused as some thing that would fade away because he was out of sorts or something, he had pushed the barrier too far this time. He had gone not just past the line but out of the whole box in general. The hatred that poured out of him was something I had never seen out of sherlock before, it was something so dark I didn't even know Sherlock could have it, and to be honest it kind of disgusted me that he did. I couldn't believe Sherlock would go that far with her, and to think he was the first one to pick the fight which was really unlike him to fight for no uncalled reason.

Let me be clear, Sherlock is no ordinary eight year old boy, he was remarkably so very unique about him. He had the intelligence of an adult perhaps, maybe even more, the sharp tongue of a teenager, and the maturity for his age, which made for a very unique combination on Sherlock. This often resulted in many things, for one, having a lack of respect for teachers, two often struggling to find friends because nobody could keep up with him on an intellect level, and three, often (though I knew he would never admit it) was lonely. That's why I thought Sherlock might like Hermione, she seemed remarkably smart too, it might be someone his age who could actually for once keep up with him. Even I had trouble keeping up with Sherlock, and I was three years older than him. I thought that he and Hermione might get along, but no, Sherlock seemed to despise her and hate her with all his heart. I still didn't have a bloody clue why, perhaps it was jealousy but something ran deeper in there that I couldn't quite place my finger on.

I felt awful for Hermione, it was already bad enough that she was the new girl in this town and seemingly having no friends yet, trying to meet new people and get along. She was probably homesick too. Sherlock though just had to make it a hundred times worse for her, and for no real bloody reason. As if she didn't have it bad enough he just had to point out every flaw in her, and what she was doing wrong, his words were a dagger, sharp and pointed. I had visited Hermione later the next day after the incident, she seemed better though things like that just don't disappear over night. It was going to take a while even with the unlikely probability of Sherlock apologising for her to finally forgive him.

As for Sherlock I didn't even bother with, I was already mad at him enough, I was tempted to leave a note to try to convince him but I knew that wouldn't bloody work, he wouldn't probably even read it, it was bloody pointless for him for me to try to even consider writing an apology to Hermione. I don't even know how to describe the hatred I had for Sherlock at the moment. I hated people being defenseless like that and being picked on because they are different, Sherlock of all people especially knew that. Out of all people I would have least expected Sherlock to be like that, to act like such a bully to her. Sherlock knew what it was like for her, how it felt to be different and what it felt like to not fit in, he probably still did to some extent.

I think back to the time of when I had first met him, how innocent he had been back then. Even at the age of four he was a genius, smarter than me now probably. He was only smart in a few things though, for some reasons he was obsessed with bees, he had a bee jacket, a bee shirt, even a bee sweater. I remember we would just talk about bees and he would spout all these facts about them and I would just listen in awe. He was also interested in other things too, like the solar system and such, but science was his only preference, and it was mainly bees.

Those days are now long gone though, it all changed really when he started school. Each year he's been getting progressively colder and colder, blocking out more of the world, emotions, people, he finds it all the more irrelevant to him. Sometimes I worry that he's forgotten what it's like to feel emotions, becoming so calloused to these emotions that the little boy I once knew won't ever come back, disappearing with the trail of time and memory.

Sherlock POV

Strange dreams echo in my head tonight, swimming in and out of my consciousness. John's words especially today echo throughout my head for some reason. I think somewhat of how I had once read dreams were just pictures and recollections of things we had learned that day, being played on replay. I sure hope that is true as these memories just play over and over in my mind.

I hear John's voice loud enough as if he is next to me. "You guys are similiar." John says.

I frown at these words, we're not even remotely close. No we can't be alike at all, no one in this world is like me. No one else in this world understands me and I'd like to keep it that way. No one else is on my level of intelligence to even remotely be close to understanding or comprehending me. Sometimes even my own parents didn't understand me, much less my teachers and god forbid my class. It was pointless for John to even think that Granger girl was close to me, as if we could be 'friends' or something ludricous like that. I was alone on this solely, a single thing, drifting alone in this place we call our world.

I soon fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of memories of a long ago naivety.

Author's Note

Okay that was a bit more dramatic than I had intended it to be, I made Sherlock seem sort of emo in this. I love John as a character though, I tried bringing in elements of his character from the show into this, though I don't know how much that actually showed. I think the part with John was also necessary, you needed to see what Sherlock was like from another perspective who actually knew him for a long time as a friend. Next chapter will be a bit longer too, though it will be more of a backstory so we get to see what Sherlock is like. :) Also please review I need to make sure this is a good chapter and that you like where the story is progressing so far.