Potterlock - The Magical Deductions

Studies

"John, pay attention, you twat." Sherlock hit his book in the top of John's nodding-off head. The fourth year jolted back awake, taking the book straight from Sherlock's hand and hitting him back.

"I'm paying attention, you git." he replied, grumpily yawning. HIs hair was mucked from leaning on his hands and his eyes were dropping with sleep. Sherlock shook his head.

"It must be so boring in your little heads!" he cried to himself, mostly, before shoving the potions textbook in front of his friend. "John, you have to score a good mark in this class to stay on the team."

"I know, I know..." John said, rubbing his eyes. "I'm just exhausted. Sorry, go on."

Sherlock started to explain their studies again, but John just dropped off to sleep again. When Sherlock next looked at the boy, he just sighed and put his head in his hands. "John, you are going to fail this exam..." he said to the quiet library air. There was no one else here this late in the night, and so the place was dark except for a single torch that Sherlock had lit when they had come in in the first place.

He would've drug John down here earlier except for the fact he had gotten caught up with that Sarah girl in the common room. Sherlock had been waiting outside for ages before John came stumbling out on his way to quidditch practice. And when Sherlock objected, John simply shushed him. "We've got a game coming up, it's important." he had said.

Sherlock sighed again and read through the pages on his own, letting John sleep. He would get no where with him right now anyway. He looked at how much he had grown into his body - he was now stouter and muscular, and his hair was cut shorter and cleaner to his head. Meanwhile, Sherlock had only grown in height, and was still very thin and lanky. His hair was still unruly and curly, and he hated almost everything about himself.

After about half an hour had passed, Sherlock nudged John's shoulder. "Wake up, John, you got your nap."

When John just groaned and swept Sherlock's hand away, Sherlock thought for a moment. What would wake him up? Give him adrenaline? Keep him awake enough to get some material in his head? Sherlock looked at his peaceful face.

In the spur of the moment, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to John's lips, completely unsure and bewildered at what he was doing. At the movement, John's eyes popped open and stayed that way, with a look at shock on his face. Sherlock blushed profusely, the color rising in his neck and warming his cheeks.

"You needed a burst of adrenaline to keep you awake, at least to study a bit. It was purely to keep you up and going." Sherlock sputtered quickly, swallowing hard. Emotions like what he was feeling were new and weird to him, and he wanted to dispel them as soon as possible. "Now, to make this properly, you-"

John grabbed Sherlock's loosened tie and promptly gave him a kiss, much less dainty than what Sherlock's had been like. Sherlock's eyes widened.

When they broke apart, John just stared at him.

"You twat." he said simply.

"Sorry, what?"

"I hate you." he said before kissing him again.

And that's how John failed his potions exam, almost got kicked off the Gryffindor team, and ended up snogging Sherlock Holmes in the darkened library.