The sun rays break through the curtains and falls on Sherlock's face. He blinks and yawns. He turns his head and smiles. Hermione is asleep beside her. Her brown curls sprawled across his chest. Suddenly he stops smiling at the reason behind his early morning glee. Sherlock of old would not be smiling at the idea of getting involved with a woman, and now he is actually glad. What?
He slowly shifts as to not wake her up. He sits up and wonders. Last night after they had eaten and washed up, she had given him some more "classes". And he had immensely enjoyed them. He grins. He thinks he likes sex. And he also likes her.
He looks down at her and admires the way the sheet covers her undulating curves. The way it moulded her curves and dipped and rose as she inhaled and exhaled. He dips his head and kisses her shoulder. She moves a bit, and opens her eyes. She smiles at him and mumbles, "Hey."
"Morning," he says.
"Can you do something for me? Please bring my phone?"
He nods. He gets up from the bed. She mentally thanks his maker, because in spite of all his non-eating ways, he really has a great rear. She admires it. He chuckles,"I know you are staring at my butt."
"Well," she laughs, "It is a very nice butt!"
He ties the belt to his robe and laughs, his rich baritone sending shivers up her arms, "In that case, thank you!"
She grins and stretches her limbs, after he leaves, basking in this new development. He is a very careful lover, eager to learn and improve. And Merlin bless his violin playing and long fingers. He did say all husky and sexy, last night, in midst of her first orgasm, "This is sort of like playing an instrument. Touch the right places and she sings."
She had agreed with a moan.

He was going up the stairs with her phone in his hand when it starts ringing. He looks down to see the name Ginny flashing. The redhead friend. He picks it up and says, "Hello?"
Ginny stumbles in alarm, "Uh, who is this?"
"Sherlock."
She forgets what to say next as she starts wondering the various possibilities as to why he would pick her phone up. She shakes her head, "Uh, where is Hermione?"
"Hold on."
He walks up the stairs a bit faster. He goes in through the side door to see Hermione in the kitchen with a glass in her hand. He hands her phone, saying, "It is Ginny."
Oh Merlin, Hermione already knows what Ginny is going to say. And yes, she is proved right when Ginny shouts, "WHY DID SHERLOCK HOLMES ANSWER YOUR PHONE? DID YOU FINALLY DO IT?"
Hermione winces as her friends' shrill voice nearly kills her eardrum. She says, "Ginny! And yes."
Ginny says, even louder, "OH MY GOD! I KNEW IT! I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN! YES!"
Hermione says, grinning, "Oh Merlin, Ginny, stop screaming!"
"Sorry. I got excited."
"This is better."
"You and I need to meet right now!"
"Right now? Really? It is seven o' clock."
"Oh sorry. Well, I did forget I am busy today. Lunch, at Diagon Alley, tomorrow! Don't you dare say no!"
"Okay! Okay."
Hermione disconnects. She looks at Sherlock, who is leaning opposite her on the kitchen counter, with amusement written all over his face. She asks, "What?"
He crosses his arms and says, shaking his curls, "It is funny."
She grins, "It is. I am pretty sure John will probably shout "I knew it" too."
"Yes. He will."
Then he receives a text. From John. He opens the message and laughs. He says, "Well, we are right. He does know."
"Why? What does he say?"
He reads out the message, "You git. I knew it!"
She laughs, as he joins in.

"What? Sorry I wasn't listening," Harry says distractedly, then when he glimpses the stormy expression on his assistant's face, "Levin, I am sorry, Ginny texted and…"
Levin rolls his eyes, and starts again, "The fox was poisoned by aconite, or what is wolfsbane called by us. And the animal is a red fox, commonly found in all over the world, but the one we found is actually from a particular area in Czech Republic. The dirt stuck in its fur and claws said so."
Harry stares at his assistant for a while, "Wait a minute…someone poisoned a fox from another country and then left it, or put it, in an abandoned factory. But why?"
Levin shrugs, "Also about the apple we found, there was DNA in it. I had the sense to send it to a Muggle laboratory."
Harry nods, deep in thought. What is going on?

"Oh crap, crap, crap!" Draco curses at the wind as he leaves the oppressive room to take a breather. He did promise his son the visit to the planetarium in Greenwich Park. His mother will be there in Diagon Alley any moment with Scorpius and he is nowhere near done with this meeting.
He re-enters the room where he had been grumbling and scowling over alimony and custody for the last one hour with Astoria Malfoy. He was getting that divorce, no matter how much his erstwhile wife pouted or threw unnecessary tantrums. He is ready to pay her the entire Malfoy inheritance in gold if she gets off his back. And no way in hell was she getting custody of Scorpius.
"But Draco!"
"No."
That two lines had been repeated a hundred times by now, Draco reckons. Astoria, ever the drama queen with her hands flying everywhere to her exaggerated facial expressions, and Draco with his stony expression to his stormy eyes, finally at nearly two hours later, reach a consensus.
"Mr Draco Malfoy will have custody of your son Scorpius Malfoy and Mrs Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass gets quarterly alimony," the family court decides. Case closed.
Draco sighs in relief. He finally won this war. He exits the building, excited to see his son. He is finally a free man, he chuckles to himself. He enters the side alley to apparate to Diagon Alley, when he feels something blunt crash against his neck. He staggers as white hot pain shoots to his head and he falls, as darkness engulfs him.