John:
                              "Come one boys! You're going to be late!" Mum called, trying to hurry the two of us, who had been living with her over the past few months.
                              "We'll be over in a sec. It's quarter to, Mum. It's not like we're that late" I replied. I placed his hand on the badge glistening against Sherlock's chest.
                              "It's going to be a lonely train ride" I muttered.
                              "I could always not-"
                              "Don't be silly, Sherlock. You have to go. It's one of the rules. You're a prefect" I interrupted "anyway, I'm pretty sure that after a while you get to sit back down"
                              "You were the one who said lonely train ride" Sherlock defended.
                              "Yes, I know" I smiled "now you, be good" and pulled Sherlock up again, sending us both crashing down, due to his awkward position.
                              "Enough, guys. Come on" she tried again, and I got back up, helped my friend up, then grabbed a trolley before hurtling through the wall. Sherlock followed closely behind.
                              "Hey there!" I greeted the group of Gryffindors I'd somehow grown close to over the course of the years.
                              "John! How were your holidays?" Greg asked.
                              "Excellent" I smiled at Sherlock "what about yours?"
                              "Bit weird, to be honest, but hey. They were alright!" Greg replied. "So, I assume you and Sherlock spent a lot of time together"
                              Sirius heard this and butted into the conversation "did John and Sherlock shag?"
                              "Ew no!" I denied, laughing "we're friends, Sirius"
                              "'Course" Sirius mumbled "that's what people always say" and he departed with a wink.
                              Apart from that being an awkward greeting to the new year, it had me wondering, not for the first time, what I actually felt for Sherlock. But Sherlock felt nothing. He never would. Sherlock was incapable of emotion, that's what he always said, and that was how it would always be.
                              It didn't bother me. Sherlock had made one tiny exception to his rule of don't become friends with people, and that was me.
                              That had to count for something.
                              Still, as the impatient students filed into the train, I caught Sherlock's eye, and would've sworn there was something slightly more important than friends there.
                              Surely just my imagination though, I guess.
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                              Everyone loves inappropriate Sirius. I feel like Sirius would pester them daily about whether or not they were a couple yet. Anyway, hope you like the chapter. While it seems like it, I probably won't update this as often as I updated the first one. I was in holidays for most of the time while I was writing 'Impossible', but I'm back in school, so I have to actually do work -.-
                              Anyway, enjoy.
                              'Til the next time,
                              -Alza
                                      
                                          
                                  
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Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible
FanfictionSequel to 'Impossible - A potterlock fanfiction'. After their eventful first year at Hogwarts, Sherlock and John return to their studies and stay ahead of their classes. It all seems to be going fine. Until the fifth year, which is when Sherlock beg...
