"How could he be so cute?" Molly accidently said aloud to her friend Mary. Mary gave Molly a big smile as Molly's cheeks turned a bright red.
"Who?!" Mary asked excitedly as clenched her books a little tighter.
"No one! Forget about it. It wasn't supposed to be said allowed. Hey when's the next Qudditch game?" asked Molly while trying to avoid the subject.
"Molly Hooper has a crush! Who is it?! Tell me and I'll give you your book back." Mary said while stealing Molly's book.
"Hey! Mary give it back!" Molly demanded.
"Who is it?!"
Molly sighed. Molly knew Mary was a lot stronger and quicker than her. Trying to get the book back was useless.
"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. From Ravenclaw." Molly said while looking at Mary for approval. Mary's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Oh my gosh! John is really good friends with Sherlock! We could totally get you two together!"
"Please. Someone like Sherlock would never even think twice about a girl like me."
Mary rolled her eyes. "You must have a lit more confidence in yourself. Your gorgeous Molly. Any boy would be lucky to have you." Mary said while giving her a big hug.
"Mary!" yelled John from across the yard. John was a Gryffindor like Mary, but he wasn't alone. A boy in a blue cloak came waltzing behind him. Molly quickly hid her face inside her book. She was sure her face was already turning pink, but if she was forced to look at Sherlock, her face would turn redder than a tomato.
"Hello darling. Molly." John greeted. Molly could tell Sherlock was literally 5 inches away from her.
"Hello." Molly greeted, her face still buried.
"Right. Mary, you've met Sherlock."
"Sherlock! How are you?"
"Quite well thanks." Sherlock said unenthusiastically. It was awkward for a few moments until Sherlock cleared his throat, as if he wanted John to do something.
"Oh yeah. Sherlock this is Mary's friend Molly Hooper. Molly, meet Sherlock Holmes."
"Hi."
Mary had had enough of Molly's shyness. She took away the book from Molly's hand forcing Molly to look up at Sherlock. As Molly guessed, her face turned a very bright red.
"Nice to meet you Molly." Sherlock said extending his hand.
Molly forced her hand to stop trebling and shook Sherlock's hand. The conversation turned awkward again. They had nothing to say to each other. It was hard to when they had just met. Or at least that's what Molly thought.
"Top student in Hufflepuff." Sherlock said while keeping his eyes locked on Molly.
"Sorry?" Molly's face twisted in confusion.
"You have several resource books from the library, your head was stuck in a book, and the papers on top of your books all have A's. You also have an ink smudge on your wrist which suggest your doing extra work for a class even though we weren't assigned anything yesterday. You weren't writing a letter because if you were, there would be some sort of scratch or rip on your clothes from your owl. "
Now Molly's face was really twisted. How did he do that? He just glanced at everything she had and was able to tell about everything she did in the past couple of hours.
"That's amazing! Yes, I am the top student, and I hate to break it to you, but I was writing a letter. I just use a blanket to cover my arm so my owl doesn't scratch me." Molly explained.
"Father?" Sherlock deduced. John and Mary decided that this conversation was going along greatly and left to go sit at a table by themselves.
"Do you think he's going to ask her?" Mary asked John. John took a quick look towards Molly and Sherlock. Sherlock had a small smile on his face while Molly had her hand over her face to control herself from laughing so hard.
"Oh yeah." John said confidently.
The crowd went wild as Hugglepuff scored a goal. The Ravenclaw keepers and chasers shook their heads and called for a timeout.
"Woooooo! Go Hugglepuff!" Molly cheered, making Sherlock give her an odd look.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just I wasn't expecting you to be such a sports fan."
Molly looked at Sherlock and smiled. "You're not a sports fan."
"It's not something I try to concern myself with." Sherlock said honestly.
"Then why did you invite me to come here with you?"
Sherlock looked at Molly as if the answer was obvious. "We're at school. There's not all that much to do."
Molly thought about it. There was something they could both do.
"How about next time we go to the library?" Molly suggested. Sherlock thought about it.
"I would enjoy that much more if you don't mind. But if you wish to be here rather than the library, I'm sure I could tolerate it for a few hours."
Molly smiled. It was sweet of Sherlock to do that for her. Sherlock leant his popcorn over to offer Molly some. She took a handful and leaned against Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock flinched a bit from the unexpected gesture. This touchy feely stuff was not his area. He remembered a crap show John was watching on the telly. Sherlock wrapped his arm around Molly like the bloke on the show had done. Molly snuggled closer. Huh. I think I did that right.
"Well! That was a fantastic game!" Molly said excitedly.
Sherlock shrugged. "For Hufflepuff. All the buldgers were going towards Ravenclaw. That's the only reason they lost."
"Well if Ravenclaw's beaters were more alert, maybe Ravenclaw wouldn't have had that problem." Molly retorted. Molly and Sherlock teased each other about their teams all the way back to the school. Finally they had reached the stairs that separated the Ravenclaw and Hugglepuff dorms.
"Thanks for inviting me to go with you to the game." Molly said with a big smile.
"Thank you for accompanying me."
Molly and Sherlock just kinda stood there for a couple of minutes smiling at each other. Finally McGonagall came around to tell everyone to go to bed.
"Well, goodnight." Molly said while clutching her coat.
"Goodnight Miss Hooper."
And the left their separate ways. Little did they know, John and Mary were standing right above them the whole time. Nether one of them said anything. But as they watched Sherlock and Molly leave, they gave each other a small high-five and walked to there own dorms.
