Harry's POV

"You ready mate?" I blinked owlishly at my best friend. "For what?" "Quidditch! With Captain Watson!" Oh, right. "Yeah, come on!" "You alright? Harry?" "Huh, oh yeah." Ron didn't look convinced. "Ron, I've just got a lot to think about." "Okay. Let's get our brooms then." I smiled at him and we took off.

Making it out to the Quidditch pitch, we saw that our Slytherin classmates were already there. So were Dean and Seamus. "Captain Watson's not gonna like that." Ron commented on the scene before then. Dean stood nose to nose with Blaise Zabini and looked like they were about to start a fight.

Harry was about to cut between them when a voice called out "Oi, you two, back off." Everyone turned to the source of the voice, which was behind Harry and Ron. There in black Quidditch robes was Captain John Watson. While not particularly tall, he had an air of authority you didn't argue with. Blaise and Dean stepped away from each other, and stood with their respective houses.

"What happened?" Dean stepped forward. "Well, sir, the war happened sir. The person standing behind Zabini, sir, is a Death Eater. His family is partially responsible for the Battle of Hogwarts. I called him out on it. What right does he have to attend Hogwarts, sir? Let alone, the right to play Quidditch. Zabini defended him, said it wasn't his fault. Sir, that's a load of rubbish. He's the one who let the Death Eaters that helped kill Dumbledore in. His aunt was Voldemort's right hand woman. His father played host to Voldemort during the war. He doesn't have the right to be here, and I think you need to make him leave."

There was silence after Dean's speech. Neither Draco or Blaise defended themselves, Draco just stared at his feet. Say something. Harry willed him in his mind but it didn't work. Captain Watson held Dean's gaze.

"Does anyone else agree with Mr..." "Thomas, sir." "Does anyone else agree with Mr. Thomas?" Seamus nodded, as did a couple others nodded. "Does anyone argue with him?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped forward. Everyone's eyes were on me, and I knew I had to provide an explanation.

"I do, sir." Captain Watson looked me up and down, his eyes focused on my scar briefly and then he nodded. "Why, Mr. Potter."

"Well, Dean's right. His family is partially responsible for the war, they did play host to Voldemort, and Malfoy was a Death Eater, but he saved my life. He lied to Bellatrix Lestrage right in the face, and his mother lied to Voldemort for me. I owe him, and besides, this war started on the idea that pure bloods were better than anyone else. The segregation split the wizarding world apart, and it all started at Hogwarts. We need to be better, and treating each other like the other side has no right to something will only make the problem worse, again. Keeping Malfoy on the Quidditch team will be one of the many steps to recovering from the war."

Captain Watson smiled. "Mr. Potter's argument sounds pretty good to me. Anything to add Mr. Thomas." Dean shot me a look. "No sir." "Very well, Mr. Malfoy stays on the Slytherin team, as team captain..." Draco looks up in shock. "...and Mr. Potter will remain captain of the Gryffindor team." I smiled, and Draco looked over at me. I looked back, and he nodded curtly to me.

"Alright, captains, take your positions. The rest of you, sort yourselves into lines for the positions you're trying out for. Seperate yourselves by houses as well. Any questions?" "One, sir." Ron spoke up behind me. "Why'd you leave Quidditch, sir?"

Captain Watson smiled. "I was hit by a curse and shot with a muggle rifle shell casing while serving in the British military. I wasn't the only wizard on the battlefield, and then when I got back up, I couldn't lift a broom, or walk properly. Muggle doctors reckoned the curse was psychosomatic, but I knew better. I couldn't fly after that, so I settled into a muggle lifestyle. Now, off with you."

We ran to our positions, Ron in the Keeper line, and me hovering on the side of the pitch. Players mounted their brooms, and the selection process began.

Dean and Seamus were picked as the Gryffindor Beaters, Ron as the Keeper, a third-year girl named Soo-Lin was Seeker, I was one of the Chasers, as were two fifth-years named Henry Knight, and a boy named Fletcher.

I noticed the two prefects that had been hanging the teachers earlier were two of the Chasers for the Slytherin, along with Blaise as the third Chaser. Draco was the Seeker, and a couple Slytherins filled in the Beater/Keeper positions.

We both had good teams and we flew down to Captain Watson. He was clapping. "Fantastic boys, absolutely brilliant. Well done to both of you. We'll have a great season this year. Alright, now, shoo. You're done, go do your homework." I walked off in Ron's direction when someone shouted "Potter!" I turned around to see Draco chasing after me.

I stood and waited. He caught up and looked me in the eyes. "Why did you defend me like that?" He looked angry. "I don't need you defending me. I knew I would get flack for what happened but I don't want pity." "I didn't do it because I pity you. You heard what I said, I defended you because you do actually deserve to be defended. You weren't given much of a choice. Your father was a Death Eater, and he dragged your family into the whole mess. I know Voldemort threatened your mother, and you, so I don't blame you. I defended you, because you didn't defend yourself. You are many things, Draco Malfoy, but the person to blame for the war is not one of them."

He looked shocked. I couldn't blame him, I don't remember ever sounding that passionate about something before, except that time with Aunt Marge. But then he shocked me more. He put his hands around my neck and kissed me.

I tensed, not knowing what to do in the situation, but then relaxed and I cupped my hand around the back of his head. I couldn't believe it. I was snogging my crush. Our lips moved in sync and we only broke apart when we both could no longer breath.

When we pulled apart from each other, we were both panting hard. His face was slightly flushed, I'm sure mine was too.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again. He was as speechless as I was. I couldn't help it, I smiled. He did too upon seeing mine, and I had to ask.

"What does that mean?" He looked back up. "Um, you saved my life in the Room of Requirement. You spared my life back at Malfoy Manor, and you didn't have to. You doing so, earned a lot of respect in me, and that respect turned into admiration, and that admiration turned into..." "A crush?" I interjected. He looked at me and nodded.

I smiled even larger, then stepped forward and kissed him again. This kiss wasn't as harsh, but it was even better than the first. He tensed up this time, and I pulled away far enough to look him in the eyes and ask "Draco Malfoy, would you like to go out with me?" He inhaled sharply. "Yes." He whispered.

I smiled and leant in for a third kiss. This time neither one of us tensed and pulled away, and then I heard clapping. Draco must have too, because he pulled away and we both looked to see Ron, Hermione, Blaise, and Captain Watson watching us.

We both blushed and walked towards them, our hands brushing as we went. Reaching our friends and teacher, we both cleared our throats, but Ron interrupted before we could say anything.

"We've had to deal with eight years of sexual tension. It's about bloody time mate." Draco and I blushed even harder, and Captain Watson laughed.

"You two look like Sherlock and I did when we came out in our relationship." What? All of us looked at him in shock. "What, didn't think Professor Holmes had a heart, did you?" We all shook our heads. He smirked and said "Yeah, I'm working on that. Just don't tell anyone I told you. Especially him, alright."

We nodded, and he walked away, and Draco said "He's not bad." "No, he's not, is he." I replied absentmindedly. "Come on Harry. We have some catching up to do." Draco pulled my hand away, and I looked at my boyfriend, smiling. Ron and Blaise blanched and gagged. Hermione smiled and said "Go on, you're good on the rest of your classes. Just remember to..." "Do our homework. Got it Hermione." I interrupted her, suddenly breaking off, pulling Draco behind me.

She shook her head, and whispered to Ron "They'll be fine. Come on, you promised to continue teaching me how to skip stones." Ron smiled at his girlfriend and the two walked off.

Blaise was left standing there, and he muttered to himself "I really need to get myself a girlfriend."

So, erm, hi. Long time, no post. Sorry about that, I guess. I've been meaning to finish this chapter for weeks, and I haven't had ANY ideas for it. But here it is, at last. I hope John wasn't too OOC, I tried to keep him as original as possible.

So, I want to know. Should I bring Irene Adler into this story, or leave her out? Review and let me know what YOU, the readers think.

So, City of Heavenly Fire, to the Mortal Instruments fans, what did you think? Did you fan-person as much as I did when that thing happened to Simon at the end? PM me, I need to talk to people about this...

Anyways, this is the third chapter of "I am Professor Holmes". Next chapter will feature Molly, as a nurse. Alright, well see ya next time, and don't forget to review!