SH:HP fic - Chapter TwoCHAPTER TWOSH:HP fic - Chapter Two3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Mercury ~
The call echoes down the corridor and John just rolls his eyes, clutching his books closer to his chest and trying to shrink into the crowd around him. It's no use, he knows. He's found that Sherlock's got a John Watson radar, there's no other explanation for how he keeps cropping up wherever John is. Including, on one particularly memorable occasion, in a broom cupboard where he was foolishly trying to hide.
The stuttering footsteps are getting closer, Sherlock's progress inconveniently slowed by having to weave his way around the press of students between them. John wishes he could Apparate within school grounds, it would make his life so much easier.
"John," the breathless baritone finally catches up to him, but John refuses to look over.
"I don't want to talk to you, Sherlock."
"John, this is important!"
"No, Sherlock, you've already tried the 'oh my god your robe's on fire' bit. Leave me alone."
"I need you to listen to me."
"I need YOU to d
Home 2That night Sherlock slept better than he had done in weeks. No nightmares, no waking up screaming, just a silent, deep sleep. He woke up with the sun burning his eyes. A gap in the curtains where Sherlock had taken a sample of the fabric for an experiment was letting the bright white light stream through. He sat up and pushed the blanket John had put over him the night before away from himself. He stretched out his lanky arms and glanced at the clock. 1:17 pm. What? How long had he slept? He stood up and John's jumper fell to the floor. He lovingly picked it up and placed it on the armchair. He couldn't help himself when John had put it down last night; he just had to feel the softness against his skin. He had wanted to do it when John was wearing it but he knew John got uncomfortable about Sherlock invading his personal space. And human contact was not something Sherlock would do on an every day basis.Home 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He rubbed his eyes and walked into the kitchen. He was hungry; he hadn't been hungr
SH:HP fic - Chapter ThreeCHAPTER THREESH:HP fic - Chapter Three3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Jitters ~
Sherlock isn't difficult to locate. John finds him in the library, hidden behind a rather large and dusty volume, only his raven-black curls visible over the pages. John has to suppress a smile; even though the smug bastard absorbs information like a dry sponge, he knows that's not why he's here. The library is a quiet sanctuary where Sherlock can escape everyone else for a while and pretend like they don't exist.
Two pale blue eyes appear over the top of the book and regard him warily, but the boy doesn't speak. John pushes away from the jam-packed shelves he's leaning against, uncrossing his arms and moving to lean over the chair opposite Sherlock at the table. He keeps his face stony and serious; he doesn't want Sherlock to think he's been forgiven, he's just here for information.
Sherlock sets the book aside as John slides a small, creased scrap of parchment across the table to stop against his hand.
"What do you know?"
Sherlock looks do
SH:HP fic - Chapter OneCHAPTER ONESH:HP fic - Chapter One3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Of Goblets and Fire ~
He shouldn't have let Sherlock talk him into it. But Sherlock always talks him into everything in the end, John supposes. It annoys the hell out of him.
"Don't be so dull, John! We make the age cut, why not have a little fun? There's no Quidditch, what do you plan on doing all year?"
"Since when has the element of danger ever dissuaded you,"
"Since it was a conscious choice whether or not I played a game that might kill me, that's when. For real, Sherlock, I don't want to enter, so drop it."
Sherlock huffs a frustrated sigh and drops his chin into his hand, looking down his nose at John like he's just told him he can't have a puppy. John makes a point to ignore him and continues scribbling notes onto a scrap of parchment, occasionally consulting his old, well-worn textbook sitting open on the table in front of him.
"There's a slim chance your name will even get chosen,"
"Not taking the chance."
"It'll probably choose me before it