(So from here on out the chapters will be more focused on one pairing and possibly shorter and the 10th Doctor is John Smith 11 is James Adams and 9 is Chris Stevens. And I figured out Sealand is called Peter, so I will change that to being right.)

Chapter 4: Sweet Rose (10th Doctor/Rose Tyler)

John was racing down the hallways, jumping down the stairs and pushing his way through the crowds of students.

I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late! His mind raced and he started to run faster than what seemed humanly possibly.

He was running towards the entrance to Hogsmeade. Rose and him had made plans a week ago to meet this Saturday and he was already ten minutes late.

They had been together for about a year and, despite their young age, he was pretty sure he loved the spunky Gryffindor. She was brave, funny, kind and had such a great heart. She may not have been as smart as him (not many were though) but she made up for it in common sense and intuitiveness.

He got to the stretch of land right before the small town and saw the blonde haired girl walking towards him. Away from where they were going to meet.

No, no, no, no, no! I screwed up, she must be furious! His stomach felt like it was twisted into knots and he tried to call out to her but his voice got caught in his throat.

"John? That you?" He perked up at her voice, the sound of it warming his heart and bringing a smile to his face.

"Are you heading back? I understand if you are, I was late and I'm sorry and I get if you don't want to talk to me for a while and yeah…" He trailed off and ran his hand through his gravity defying hair, making it even more so. He used his other hand to unwrap his bronze and blue scarf before tying it up again. He waited for Rose to turn on her heels and walk away, to stomp back towards the castle and give him the silent treatment for a few days, if not weeks. He could not put into word how shocked he was when instead she started to laugh, her quiet chuckle like a bell.

"What so –" He started put she put a glove covered finger over his lips and started to speak.

"For a Ravenclaw you're a bloody idiot sometimes! Do you really think I'd be that upset that you're fifteen minutes late? You are such a drama queen, you wimp." She started to laugh again and covered her hand with her face.

He smiled again, this time reaching both ends of his face. He too started to laugh and looked down at his awkwardly shuffling feet and his dirty white turned off white Converse sneakers. In his peripheral vision he saw her hand reach out for his. He grabbed her had and tangled her fingers with his. Together, they turned around and headed towards the Shrieking Shack. John had never had a problem with "scary" things like the supposedly haunted building but Rose had been insistent she would go there to prove her bravery and status as a Gryffindor.

"Doesn't playing that insane Quidditch prove your bravery enough? Especially being a Chaser or whatever." He questioned, his tone showing his slight dislike of the game. Being a Muggleborn he hadn't taken to magic as a whole very easily and was constantly trying to bring science into the equation. Just like that Edward kid a few years below us. Kids obsessed with the idea of equivalent exchange or something like that. Rose thought. She has seen the boy with the long braid and the artificial arm and leg but had never really spoken to him. She shook her head and tried to forget about the temperamental short stock. She turned to her paper-thin boyfriend and saw him looking at her, still wanting an answer to his question.

"Just cause you don't understand or like Quidditch doesn't make it insane. Just makes you stubborn." Her voice was teasing but the sixth year didn't quite get her point.

"I'm not stubborn! The game doesn't make sense! Why bother with the attacky balls and the Quaffing or whatever its called if that small golden one gets you the win and one-hundred and twenty points! And also, why…." He went on but Rose tuned him out and went on looking around the shack.

After about ten minutes of being in the shack and four minutes since he had finished ranting about the insanity of Quidditch, John had gotten very bored. To the point he was reciting was Rose thought was those Muggle chemicals while doing jumping jacks.

"Bored much?" Rose called over to him. He turned to look at her and saw she was heading towards the exit. He ran over to her and grabbed her hand. Together they ran back to Hogwarts and were only a few minutes late for lunch in the Great Hall.

" Wanna sit with us Ravenclaw's today?" The couple had sat at the Gryffindor table yesterday and the day before that. Honestly, he missed sitting with his intelligent and creative Housemates. Not to say the Gryffindor's weren't either of those things but his House kind of specialized in them. His blonde companion nodded and walked over to the blue and bronze clothed table. They sat side by side, whether they were talking to each other or separate people. They spent the rest of the day in the Gryffindor tower common room, doing homework and socializing with others.

"Well, I'm gonna go. See you tomorrow." John stepped out of the tower before he felt a hand grab his shoulder and turned him around. Rose pulled him by his collar and kissed him. It was like a kiss form the movies, where the world has been saved and the hero and heroine are reunited. It was passionate and romantic and filled with their love of each other. They finally parted.

"See ya tomorrow John." She closed the painting entrance behind her, leaving the lanky young man shocked in the hall, his mouth still open in shock and his face a bright pink color.

He spun on the balls of his feet and, in a daze of giddiness and joy and so many other emotions, he bounced all the way to the Ravenclaw tower.

( I may or may not continue this specific series. Ill probably start a series of random one shots that will be Hogwarts Au's from this universe nd other Au's and stories in the series canon. I'm not sure yet but I probably will)