I do not own Harry Potter, or Sherlock!

Warning: Bad language. I made up a middle name for Mycroft, I could not find out if he had one on the show, or in the books. That actually suited me just fine.

Chapter 9

Lorelai was exhausted. Even though she had not been doing much, it was mentally exhausting sitting in the Hospital. It had been two days since Sherlock overdosed, and she had not left yet. Tracy had been bringing her clothes and food, and the hospital had been very accomodating.

She had just had her shower, and finished her morning routine. Lorelai sat at the head of the bed, helping a nurse wash his hair. Lorelai had insisted that his body be washed when he arrived here, and she had been outside of the room at the time. They did not, however, wash his hair. She understood at the time, but Sherlock was now stable, and his hair was a fright.

Lorelai was rinsing his hair, when a distinguished, older woman entered. Her hair was black, with streaks of gray. She was wearing a designer suit, and had a hat perched atop her swept up hair. Lorelai felt the urge to stand, but she just continued her task.

The lady only had eyes for Sherlock, and she looked devastated. "Oh, my precious boy. What have you done to yourself!" She said, grabbing his hand.

"Mrs Holmes?" Lorelai asked.

"Yes. And you must be Lady Potter-Black. It is a pleasure to meet you. Do you know what has been done for him?" Mummy asked her, falling back on her ingrained, British formality.

"Yes Ma'am. They gave him Naloxone, which counter acts Opioid narcotics. His brain activity has improved, so his condition is stable." Lorelai said, drying Sherlock's hair with a towel. She picked up a comb, and started detangling his curls. "Now, it is just up to him as to when he wakes. There is a possibility of brain damage, but we won't know until he is conscious." She said. She finished combing out his hair, and replaced his pillow.

Violet Holmes watched her gently care for Sherlock. She decided then and there, that if Mycroft didn't Marry this girl, she would find a way to set her up with Sherlock. Lady Potter-Black would become a Holmes, by hook or by crook.

"Why were you washing his hair?" Violet asked. She wondered why a Lady as famous as she was, would bother to do such a task by herself.

Lorelai looked at Sherlock, then Violet. She sat at Sherlock's other side, directly across from Mrs Holmes. "I only met Sherlock once, but I felt that he would prefer not to be handled by the staff as much as possible. He was filthy when he arrived. I insisted that they clean him up. I was not in the room at the time. It would have been highly improper." She assured the Holmes Matriarch.

"Of course." Violet said, nodding. She knew that as an unmarried woman, she could not be in such a compromising position. It was outdated and silly, however it was still a hard and fast rule in Wizarding Pureblood Society.

Lorelai relaxed somewhat. "They didn't wash his hair, however. It was very greasy, and looked uncomfortable. I felt that I would take better care in washing it, no matter how good the nurses. I don't want him to be uncomfortable when he wakes." She said, flushing slightly. Had she taken too many liberties?

"An astute observation. Sherlock will be indignant when he wakes. He would prefer family over staff any day. Thank you so much for caring for him in our absence." Violet Holmes said, causing Lorelai to blush.

"However contentious their relationship, Mycroft loves his brother. I promised to stand in for him if Sherlock needed help. I am only following his wishes." Lorelai said.

"Following his wishes would have meant making sure Sherlock was here receiving treatment, nothing more. No one would have blamed you had you left after that was assured, not even Mycroft." Mrs Holmes said.

Lorelai turned redder at the implied compliment. "I, I couldn't just leave him alone. I promised Mycroft to take care of him, and his condition was so grave. He looks loads better than he did."

"Do you love my son?" Mummy asked. She was sure of the answer already.

Lorelai flushed again, cursing her fair complexion. She knew she had fallen in love with Mycroft, but she was unsure whether he felt the same. She knew he cared for her, but love?

"Yes Ma'am, I do." Lorelai said quietly. Not so quietly that the man listening outside the door didn't overhear, however.

Mycroft clutched his umbrella. Mycroft had had a member of his staff place a camera inside his brother's room, to make sure he received optimal care. He had watched Lorelai care for Sherlock, and had been struck by her kindness and generosity.

Did he love her? That was never part of the plan. However, the fact that Lorelai loved him, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. He would have to examine his feelings for Lorelai later. Now he needed to concentrate on Sherlock. He had set up treatment at a resort -like rehab facility. Now he just needed to wake up. Mycroft anticipated conflict, but knew he would get his way eventually. He always did.

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Meanwhile, in Wizarding Britain, the shite had basically hit the fan. Many were protesting Lorelai's Courtship. Draco Malfoy had even tried to prove it was invalid, because the Courting magic would not connect with a muggle. He was dismayed to be proven wrong by the Courtship Registry - A self -updating book found in the Ministry archives.

Once assured that the Courtship was registered, they were left with no choice but to let it run it's course. Interfering in a Courtship was against the law, punishable by a two year sentence in Azkaban. Malfoy had already narrowly escaped a prison sentence, he was not going to risk another one.

The Daily Profit had investigated, and today they had printed their findings. The headline screamed;

Witch Which Won, Courting Squib from the Fawley Line!

Is this a plot to get another Title?

Will Lorelai Potter-Black marry Mycroft Fawley Holmes?

Lorelai had snorted at that, and gave Tracy a wry look. "I had better get started. We would need three, magical children to properly inherit. Carrying multipal Titles is only a last resort." She said, voice dry as a bone.

Tracy chuckled. "Mr Holmes needs to propose, first. You have already scandalized the entire Wizarding World. You not being 'Virgo Intacta' at your wedding just might finish them off."

Lorelai laughed. "We should be so lucky!"