Thank you so much for the reviews again guys! :)

Sarah: I'm not sure if I can write a romance properly but since it doesn't necessarily interfere with the already established plans in my head, it could be done. It will have to be slow though. :) As for the character introduction, I think you've already seen it. If not, I'd suggest revisiting Chapter 2. :) Thank you for your support. :)

Guest: Thank You. :) That was quite expressionable (this isn't a word!). :D

On with it then: Enjoy!

Chapter 3:

That morning, after Hermione left, John thought that would be all they would be seeing of the girl for at least a few days. But he was, of course, proven wrong, when that evening, the doorbell rang twice and Sherlock's head jerked up from his hunched position on the couch.

He frowned as Sherlock stared at the door of their flat in undisguised curiosity. John wondered who it was that had Sherlock's attention even before they had entered.

"Mind that part over there." Came the slightly familiar pant of Hermione's voice and it sounded like she was accompanied by someone else too.

"I'm minding it very well Mia. You mind your little hobbit foot on that dent." said an unrecognizable, slightly accented, but distinctly male voice.

John shared a look with Sherlock and felt satisfaction pour into his mind on seeing the equally confused look mirrored on his face. Though he did shake it off remarkably soon.

He quickly opened the door, guessing they would need the help. He was right, and greeted with a sight of a frowning Hermione ushering a dark-haired, handsome guy, into the flat, both holding rather large bags and Hermione carrying a few smaller bags as well.

What caught his attention though, was something along Hermione's left forearm- she had pushed the sleeves up, and if he wasn't wrong, there was some sort of tattoo or scar just near her wrist, spelling something, though he wasn't sure because the next moment, it looked like the sleeves had slipped down again. Hermione didn't even seem to have noticed the little change, so he guessed it must have been chance.

"Oh. Hi, John. Thanks." Hermione smiled politely as she entered, dragging the bag with her and sighing loudly at dropping it.

"Hi Hermione. So, you're.." John gestured uselessly at the bags, leaving his sentence hanging.

"Yeah. I'm.. I'm sorry, you don't really mind me shifting my stuff today, do you? I'm really sorry I totally forgot to check with you guys." Hermione rambled, looking truly apologetic.

"Of course not. I mean, I don't mind at all. Don't know about-"

John was cut off by a beep from directly behind him. He almost squeaked in alarm but managed shortly, spinning around in time to see that Sherlock was frowning at his phone.

The look in his eyes when he looked up at him, told John that there was a case.

"Right. I don't mind you moving your stuff and I'm sure, without doubt, John doesn't either. But now we'll have to run, John and I. We'll catch up on this amazing rendezvous later on. I hope you didn't expect any help from us, Ms. Granger and anyway, it was at too short a notice." Sherlock rambled in a single breath, catching his coat and hat in the same one and was almost out of the door in the second one, John struggling to catch behind.

"Sherlock! At least say hi properly!" John bellowed as Sherlock made to move down the stairs.

"Fine. Hi Hermione. Hi Stranger. It was great seeing you puff and pant carrying up those few bags and Mr. Stranger, you really need to work on hiding your effects of alcohol-fondness from last night. Really, learn from Hermione, I can't tell what she ate for breakfast. Except, maybe she ate nothing seeing as she ate two burgers and a plate of spaghetti for lunch. Nice appetite you have, maybe it's because of the malnutrition bout you had three years ago. Anyway, your eating habits won't help me in solving the case so now I'd like to leave, thank you! Come along, John!"

And he was dashing down the staircase with that creepy grin of his still on his face.

Hermione sighed in relief and dumped herself on the couch for a moment where Theo joined her.

"Thank Merlin! I thought they'd never leave. Hats off to Fleur's timing!" she sighed and stretched languidly, which was interrupted by Theo poking her sides, where he knew she was ticklish.

"Ow! You dumb jerk! What was that for?!" Hermione said angrily, rubbing her sides and sitting up again.

"You do know that the set up won't hold him off for long. The bloke's creepy. With all that you told me about vampires, I think he might be one." Theo said, frowning slightly and thinking back to Sherlock character's long ramble. Definitely creepy.

Hermione only snorted.

"He is creepy. I even thought he was wizard. Wait till you see what weird experiments he carries on in here. Luna would love it too." Hermione said, rolling her eyes slightly and finally getting off the couch.

"No, really. With all those deduction skills, I think he might even solve it in half an hour." Theo said conversationally, as he started pulling out the miniature lots of furniture and other items which made up Hermione's definition of furniture. They only had to enlarge the shrunk versions and they would be done for the day.

"And he will know it too." Hermione replied, dusting off some books.

"How did he even know that I was drunk last night? And Hermione, I think we agreed that paperwork was last on the list?"

"Yes, paperwork is last, when did I disagree?"

"Well, duh." Theo pointed to the books in Hermione's hand and raised an eyebrow.

Hermione just huffed and made a gesture of throwing said books towards the wizard while continuing her conversation.

"And Theo, he actually is right. You have that jacket on from last night which you borrowed from the pub's worker, no doubt, it has the logo on the back. Plus, your forehead is still sweaty and you were almost wheezing after carrying those bags-"

"As if you weren't pretending that there's a dead hippogriff in there.-"

"-and you also flinched at every slightly-louder-than-normal sound. You're also squinting after every few moments and since it's half past four in the evening and you are conscious, it means that you got drunk last night."

"..."

"And of course, the jacket stinks too."

"You.. you are like him, aren't you?"

"Nah. I don't like to show off."

Note: This chapter has been edited/Beta-d as of 25/3/14.

So? How was this one? Not much prissy or anything?

It was slightly difficult writing Theo, but as Hermione pointed out, there was no one else free for the job. :D