(No characters of mine nor location,simply my ramblings,I own nothing and dont profit from any of this,First fanfic so please take mercy on my soul and words,comment if you guys want me to continue, and hope you guys enjoy -Mar)
"Please!!!!!!"
"No."
"PLEASE!!!!"
"NO."
"PLEASE!!!!!PLEASE!!!!!PLEASE!!!!"
John watson turned around, eyes rolling with a look of irriation as he turned to face the know it all Ravenclaw known as no other then his closest friend and number one student, Sherlock Holmes.John being quite shorter had to tip his head upwards to get past the bronze and blue robes to look at his loyal yet unmistakingly currently bitchy best mate.Who at the moment was harassing him into being the guine pig of yet another round of experiiments of his creation.
"No sherlock, I am done with you and your potion experiments on me!!!Last time my hair wouldnt stop changing into dreadlocks, and the week before I couldnt hold down any sugar for a week!!!" John seethed quietly.
Turning both ways to make sure Ms.Mcgongal was no where near, he began to rant at Sherlock once again," AND DONT YOU THINK I FORGOT OF THE TIME MY SKIN TURNED ORANGE!!!" John cringed,Bloody hell, hadn't the slytherins had a ball with that one.
"BUT JAWNNNNN!!!" Sherlock complained with the look of a tantrum coming on.
"Its in the name of science, the spells im producing are years ahead of what any of the imbecles in the ministry can ever figure out, don't you get it Watson??? They arent simply experiments, my good mate, they are the very spells which will one day land us in a future where one can change any aspect of their lives with a flick of their wrists. Watson, as a man of Griffendor the brave, is it not in you're title to want to help me out?" Sherlock stated with an air of frustation.
He sighed dramaticly,completed the homework from memory, and began to pack up his belongings.Next would be potions with the Hufflepuffs and he had to make sure to get John's agreed help beforhand to assure he would have enough participants.
"Come on Watson, If you help me with testing, Ill draw up another quidditch plan like last time." Sherlock pleaded, hands quickly stuffing away his raven quils and ink stained parchments.Brushing a black curl out of his face, he looked at John softly, watching as the small blonde's face turned thoughtful and pensive.
While he knew John would never turn down an almost garunteed winning game plan but also knew Watson had been weary of the possible consequences of said potions ever since he had become captain of the Griffendor quidditch team while only in year four.Said status something that had gain him quite the folowing, Sherlock couldnt stand as well as a new status which apperently made him one of Hogwarts most eligeble bachlors, something Sherlock detested even more for reasons he didnt quite want to look into.
Sherlock watched avidly as John let ot a defeated sign and nodded, "Ok,Ok, i'll do it but it better be a winning game plan Sherlock,and I need it quick too.And I'm guessing we're all meeting at the usual place?" John Watson asked, his hand wiping away some of the sweat sticking to his forhead from the heavy Summer weather.
School had just restarted but the usually cool Fall weather had yet to kick in.And now he was even a bit more heated up now knowing that he would be leaving a no doubt hard long quidditch practice preparing for their next game only to have to sneak into the forbidden grounds to meet up at their usual place a.k.a a bewitched hidden area beneath a large spine leafed tree that Sherlock, the Stark boy , and the Balthazar had created in their first year.
Sherlock nodded, smiling to hiself slyly, he couldnt help watch as Watson started to unneatly throw his things in his bag, dropping muggle items here and there along with scraps of parchment, stale pieces of sweets and various odd items that had made it unknowingly into his bag eveytime the young blonde would sweep his hands across his desk.In terms, sweeping everything into his bag without a second look.The next thing he knew though, Sherlock was walking quickly across the grand grounds of Hogwarts.Taking big strides without noticing, Sherlock let his mind wander into tonight.He could have completed volumes of potions by now but he chose to always mess them up , afterall he had all the time in the world for his bright future...all he wanted now was to have a fun night with his tight group of odd,dare he say it, friends.
(p.s the next chapters are better written so please give me a chance, and am always up for ship suggestions, ^.^)
