Johnlock Oneshots

SuperWhoPotterLock

Awhile back I wrote a few snippets for a superwholock Hogwarts Au I'm planning on writing, and I figured I may as well post them. They might not make much sense, but oh well. Tell me what you think and feel free to leave any suggestions for houses, Patronis, or if any characters you think should be animgi and if so, what animal. Enjoy!
(These are also kinda shitty and might not be in the full fic, but whatever)

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// Sherlock was laying sprawled out on a sofa in the Ravenclaw common room, shooting bright streams of coloured lights at the ceiling with his wand. "Bored," he muttered under his breath. He had run out of all projects and experiments he could possibly do at that point of time, and Charlie had gone out somewhere, most likely to flirt with some girl.

He was considering going out to find the baboon like Novak twins so they could sneak out to Hogsmeade, when the last person he wanted to see at the moment walked into the common room. "Sherlock! I've been looking all over for you!" Molly skipped over to where Sherlock lay on the sofa, her books tucked into the crook of her arm. Sherlock groaned and set a book over his face. "Go away, I'm busy," his voice was slightly muffled from the book and he hoped Molly could understand what he said.

"You don't look busy to me," Molly replied. Sherlock heard a small thud and he assumed that Molly had sat down on the floor beside the couch. "Molly, I am not going to indulge in your little therapy session if that's what you're trying to do," He muttered from under the book. Molly ignored him and pressed on. "Sooo...." She began. "Why are you ignoring John?" There it is, Sherlock thought, the million dollar question. "I could be wrong, but I do believe that it's none of your business," He sassed at her.

"Alright, alright, I'm just asking," Molly muttered. "It's just that you two have been so close recently, and now you've just... Stopped." Sherlock let out a long sigh. He really didn't feel like explaining at the moment, but from a little peek from under the book he could tell that Molly wasn't leaving anytime soon. "Fine," he gritted out. Tossing the book aside, he sat up. "I'll tell you what happened, but you can't tell anyone." Oh boy was he going to regret this.//

// Rose Tyler peered over Mary's shoulder trying to get a glimpse of what Professor Slughorn was showing around the class. "This here is a funny little potion called, Amortentia. It is one of the most powerful love potions of all time." The professor walked around the front of the group and stopped in front of Mary. "Mary, could you tell the class what this smells like to you?" He handed the vial to her. Mary gave it a tiny sniff and handed it back to the professor. "It smells like..." she paused, tapping her chin with her finger. "Like hot chocolate," She decided, "but also like... Some sort of shampoo?"

"Excellent!" Cried professor Slughorn. He turned to the other half of the room and walked over to them. "And you boy, what do you smell?" With a flutter, Rose realized that the professor stood in front of the Doctor. The Doctor plucked the vial  from professor Slughorn's hands and gave it a whiff. "It smells like my old shed back home." He looked at Rose, and stared at her for a moment. "It also smells like..... Roses," he muttered, his eyes falling from Rose's face to the floor.

Rose could feel her heart beating in her chest and it felt like it was about to burst. What does that mean? She thought. Was he talking about... Me? No, no. Of course not. He was talking about actual roses, she felt silly for even considering it. But what if.. a small part of her brain said. She shook her head feeling her face warm up, and she realized that Mary was wavering her hands in front of her face.

"Rose! Earth to Rose!" She snapped her fingers in her face and Rose moved her hands away. "Sorry, zoned out for a moment there," she tried to laugh it off. "I hadn't noticed," Mary replied squinting at her. "You're looking a bit pink, are you alright?" She asked, concerned. "Err. Yeah, just a bit warm," Rose shrugged. "Well maybe if you weren't wearing a scarf, you'd feel a bit cooler," Mary flipped the end of Rose's yellow scarf into her face. "No wonder you're warm, silly." Rose giggled at her friend and sparred a glance at the Doctor. He was off chatting with a girl Rose vaguely remembered being named Meg. Rose sighed and looked away from the Doctor.//