SHERLOCK STRANGE IMAGINE

POTTERLOCK [S.H]

Slytherin Sherlock and Hufflepuff Reader. Well i'm a Ravenclaw.. So enjoy. I know Sherlock is a Ravenclaw.. But what if i make him being in Slytherin.. Just WHAT IF..

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-You’re a first year when Sherlock is a third year

-And you’re naturally curious, and well, Muggleborn, so not all of this stuff was explained to you

-You see the third years heading off to Hogsmeade

-You follow them (bc you were never told not to) and for some reason you’re not caught

-Well, not until an hour in when some Gryffindor fifth year sees you in Honeydukes

-’Oi, firstie, the hell you doing?’

-The jar of Jelly Slugs you’d been holding crashes to the ground out of your limp grasp

-And you’re frozen because you hadn’t thought of what you would do if you were caught

-’Oh, bugger off, Watson’ you hear behind you

-You whirl around, cheeks flaming, ready to thank your savior

-Sherlock peers down his nose at you and sniffs

-He waves his wand at the mess on the floor and it’s fixed

-’Thank you’

-He just flaps his hand at you ‘Run back to the school, little firstie. nobody here wants firsties crashing our party. especially not muggleborn firsties’

-So that was your first encounter with Sherlock Holmes

-You avoid him for the rest of your first year and most of your second until you happen upon him in the library

-His eyes are bloodshot, curls askew, and you’re pretty sure, judging by his skinny wrists, that he hasn’t been eating right

-(not that you’ve seen him at mealtimes, which you haven’t, because you haven’t been looking for him specifically to avoid him, of course)

-And, well, you may still be smarting a little over the muggleborn comment

-(although it seems to be a common prejudice held by these backwards, medieval wizards)

-But you’re not an asshole he is, though and you ask the house-elf you’d met last year, Poppy, bring some food

-He never sees you, just the elf, but for the rest of the year you can’t shake the feeling that his eyes are on yours during mealtimes and that he knows

-His fifth year is worse

-Not even the elves leaving food by his shoulder as he studies late into the night will encourage him to eat

-And you’re a bit annoyed, really, that his big brother hasn’t been paying enough attention to know that his little brother is starving himself to death

-And that the headmaster hasn’t noticed the potential endangerment of his students

-So a bit before Christmastime you approach the studying Holmes, slam your books down on the table (it rattles the cups full of cold tea he’d pushed aside earlier)

-’If I’m gonna go through the trouble to get the elves to feed you, then eat the damn food, asshole’

-He just blinks at you, one curl in front of his left eye, and for a moment you realize why the girls in your dorm coo over the asshole; he’s cute

-But you would never admit it, and you still don’t understand why they think him being an asshole is attractive

-’I thought you would just give up’