Big Brother's Watching

Greg wasn't used to seeing the houses mix. Sure, he himself hung around a Slytherin, of all houses a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, so when he heard of John and Sherlock hanging around each other it wasn't that big of a deal. That was until he remembered exactly who the Holmeses were. Then it got a bit weird. He was around the eldest Holmes, Mycroft, very often so he knew how they were like. They didn't like friends or sentiment. He knew that Mycroft was rather attached to his brother so for Mycroft to be mentioning it to Greg, well that meant that John was quite….deeply in Sherlock's current day to day life. And Greg could tell that Mycroft was, apparently, none too pleased with this turn of events. He had said to Greg that he had predicted it when he first saw them together on the train. It seemed he knew that his brother was attached to this John Watson, but he could not for the life of him see why. Greg couldn't really see the problem with it, but he knew that Mycroft didn't dislike him due to his blood status. Despite the fact that Mycroft was a Slytherin, he did not hate John for being a mudblood. No, Mycroft Holmes held all beings, wizards, muggles, or otherwise, to a certain level of contempt.

"Mycroft. Just let them be. Things will land where they will and you know if you push him, he'll just become more attached." Greg pointed out. He had noticed, early on, that if Mycroft told Sherlock not to do something, he went out of his way to do so. It was actually a bit funny.

This John character. He seemed interesting. Greg had honestly thought that he was the only one who could put up with the Holmes brothers' antics. Seemed like he was wrong. He really wanted to know what made Sherlock so interested in the bloke. No, not in the jealous way. He'd never seen Sherlock attracted to the thought of conversation with another human being, so he wanted to know. Why?

Mycroft glared at him. "I am well aware of this Lestrade, but this does not excuse my brother for his behavior." He retorted, before turning his attention back to the field. It wasn't time for the tryouts yet, but the people who were on the team last year were getting together to practice and cut up, or in the case of the Gryffindors and Slytherins, start impromptu matches. Mycroft was on neither team, but he always came whenever Greg was on the field. It made Greg feel a bit prideful and his game a bit better.

"Excuse his behavior? He's got one kid who pretty much acts like a puppy dog and is right on his heels." Greg retorted with a chuckle, "It's kind of cute, really, the two of them. If something more intense happens, then you can worry. Lighten up a bit, Myc. I mean, you've got me, right? Why can't he have John?" He told him then looked up as he was called out onto the field. He was currently the Captain, a position for which he had worked his ass off to get. He called to the teammates he'd be right there.

"I'll be back after this match, Myc." He said to Mycroft as he stood.

"Do not call me Myc! It is Mycroft!" Mycroft snapped as Lestrade's attention was stolen.

Lestrade was so used to Mycroft throwing a fit at the nickname he gave him. He'd still use it. He'd just have to deal with it. Mycroft called him Lestrade. That was kind of like a nickname. He had to get his head back into the game, even if he could feel Mycroft watching him as he walked out onto the field. It was a rough match, and ended up tied. When Greg came back, he was grinning.

"You were saying?"

"I believe that I was informing you yet again not to use that infernal nickname, and I was telling you that my brother would be a better person if he had no sentimental attachments. And now I am telling you to go bathe." Mycroft said, standing up and brushing his trousers off.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna keep using it anyway and what about the whole 'everyone could use an outsider's eye' type deal? What if he's grown so numb to something he can't notice it that would be blatantly obvious to someone else who wasn't used to it?" Greg said and shrugged. He'd shower after their little argument.

"Then he needs to find someone of intelligence, not someone who is bleakly normal. As of yet, John Watson has done nothing to prove that he is anything more than plain. At this point, my brother will merely grow bored of the man, whereas John will only grow more fond of Sherlock." Mycroft held back a wince when he realized that he had unintentionally revealed that it was not just his brother's well being, but also Johns. Greg held back a smirk and focused on the truth of the statement.

"So you're also worried of how John will be treated after Sherlock gets 'bored'." Greg pursed his lips and shrugged. "I'll talk to John then. I know his sister, sort of, so it won't be too hard. He doesn't seem to be too extraordinary, but just think of what you said. Someone of intelligence. They're eleven. They don't even know what their own definitions of intelligence are."

"I never said that I was worried about John! And I'll have you know that at eleven years old I had reached full mental maturity, and Sherlock has as well." Mycroft ignored Lestrade's question, and began to walk towards the castle.

Greg shrugged and looked to where the showers were. "I'll go shower, okay?" He said, and started to walk off.

Gregory smiled. Really, Mycroft made himself out to be someone who was made out of ice however, Greg knew that wasn't true. Sure, he didn't see it often, but he knew by the way that Mycroft braved the masses of the Great Hall when he knew that Greg would be there. He just hoped that Mycroft would come to the realization that everyone had someone, even Mycroft himself.

/AN: I'm not sure if I mentioned this, anyone, but I am writing this with KRinaLace!
Also, sorry for the shady updates. I'm going through school and trying to train for the National Guard, so I don't have much time and when I do , my brain is usually fried. So, I apologize for such spaced out updates! I hope it is worth it!