Let Us All Make History

Wait Until The Fascination Fades

            Molly POV: When Molly woke up she almost thought it was some sort of weird dream...in fact if it was a dream it would make a lot more sense. The crowd was screaming, everyone was just so excited; there was an unconscious eagle...lion...thing (?) getting carried off towards the other end of the arena. And of course John was on top of Sherlock, trying to kiss him all while Sherlock was pushing him away and Mary was sitting with her hair in a rat's nest, screaming and crying at him to stop. What had happened in that mere hour she was out? The world had gone mad, apparently!
"John I said get OFF!" Sherlock demanded, and with a final heave he was able to push the boy off of him and into the turf, all while Rita Skeeter was running about trying to take photographs of whatever was going on between the two champions. John rolled about in the turf with a love sick smile on his face, and now Mary had just sat down on her feet and collapsed into tears, for not only was she delirious from her time out but she was also distraught to see her so called boyfriend get so publically affectionate with the boys she hated the most. Molly was sane enough to realize that something was off, for their roles were reversed. Sherlock was usually the one ignoring all social cues and going for the gold while John was the one pushing him away and trying to put an end to the madness. Something was off...and yet of course she wouldn't take it upon herself to tell Mary that. She rather liked seeing the girl cry.
"Sherlock, Sherlock my God what happened?" Molly wondered stumbling to her feet before falling once more with her clammy, unused muscles.
"Oh I think I just lost the tournament." Sherlock admitted with a shrug. "No actually, John lost."
"Sherlock I think I'm in love." John murmured, drooling as he lay on the turf with a goofy smile stretched across his lips. Molly looked at him in a surprised state of disgust, trying to contemplate just what was happening here.
"He's drugged, I think. He took a sip from Victor's water bottle, which I'm sure had a love potion in it intended for Sebastian after the tournament." Sherlock muttered, to which Mary silenced a bit curiously, looking at John in some disbelief.
"But love potions don't create feelings, they just...what on earth is going on here?" Mary breathed, making Sherlock chuckle a bit nervously.
"Surprise." He muttered, all while Mary gasped in disgust.
"I will not have that, no he is MY boyfriend Sherlock, you can't just take him away from me like that, how dare you even consider..."
"I think we have some bigger issues on our hands! Look, here comes Madam Pomfrey." Molly reminded her, looking over towards the end of the arena where Madam Pomfrey was strolling out onto the field, looking quite silly in her large skirts. She didn't look to be in any sort of rush; in fact she seemed to be taking her dear old time with some stretchers levitating behind her, for those who were still recovering from unconsciousness.
"Alright children, I want Ms. Hooper and Ms. Morstan on a stretcher...Mr. Watson perhaps as well." Madam Pomfrey decided, looking towards where John was rolling around with a crazed look on his face.
"There's a very simple explanation for that." Sherlock muttered.
"One which I don't care to know...now come on!" Madam Pomfrey insisted, taking her wand and floating the girls onto their respective stretchers all while Sherlock struggled to his feet, limping over to the retrieve his broom from where it lay a little bit away on the turf. Molly felt very odd, nauseous in a way that made her feel as though she had been on some sort of roller coaster without intending on it, feeling his stomach churning as she tried to sit up on the stretcher so as to look at the crowds that were cheering excitedly from the stands. When she had agreed to take place in this task she had not expected such an ending. They had assured her that she would be quite well as soon as she hit the ground, telling her that the only thing she would have to do was float and then be carried on a broom. They had never alluded to those creatures...those eagle lion things. Griffins. And what had happened, why had they all been in the same clump, with one broomstick? Was John's mental state so fragile that he had somehow lost his broom, had he lost the task simply because of Victor's ignorance? This was going to have to be documented, it hadn't been a fair task, John had been under an extreme disadvantage. Whatever Sherlock had done to help was evidently enough to get Mary to the ground safely and yet it was no question that it wouldn't be enough. John would lose the task, Moran would be in front of him, and it was all because of Victor's unintentional meddling in the tournament!
"Where'd Sherlock get to?" John was muttering in his cot, rolling onto his side so as to search the field for his newfound love interest. Molly found this somewhat amusing now that Mary had pointed out the obvious, most love potions did only make feelings more prominent, and while there were some that created feelings just out of the blue, usually the drinker experienced passionate love for those he was already in love with. And so it was true then, John was in love with Sherlock. Well that wasn't a terribly difficult conclusion; in fact Molly was sure it didn't have to take John's drinking a potion to prove that. The boy was stubborn, and hopefully a direct recount of today's events will be able to convince him to realize what was going on in his own heart.
"Sherlock's fine." Molly admitted in a mumble.
"Aw yes he is. Very fine indeed." John agreed with a grin.
"John stop talking like that! It's disgusting!" Mary demanded, sitting up in her stretcher before Madam Pomfrey batted a hand at her so as to lie down, to which she complied with a rather sour face.
"You can't talk him out of it, it's a love potion, it'll fade away soon enough." Molly assured with a smile, laying on her cot and watched as the clouds passed by in the bright blue sky. It had turned out to be a beautiful day, and to think she had been up there in the atmosphere with them not moments before! How exhilarating.
"But he should be going on about me; he should be madly in love with me! He asked me to the dance and everything, I'm his girlfriend!" Mary growled.
"Well evidently he didn't mean it; evidently he was just trying to distract himself from what he really felt." Molly insisted, to which Mary sat up once more, being swatted back down immediately. 
"I refuse to believe that anyone could ever lose interest over me, that anyone could ever be distracted by someone as...as horrible as Sherlock Holmes!" Mary exclaimed.
"Believe it." John muttered, to which Molly and even Madam Pomfrey had to grin. They were carted back to the medical tent just as the scores were announced, to which they waited outside to listen to Dumbledore speak. Molly suspected that he didn't know of John's unintended handicap; however he stood proudly before the crowd nevertheless. Who would tell him, if anyone at all, that John had been virtually unable to compete? Would anything be done to change the scores, or was what had just happened final?
"The winner of this tournament, after some conversation with the judges, is Sebastian Moran!" Dumbledore cried, to which Molly just let her head fall back onto the cot in annoyance. Now she didn't know anything of what had happened in this task, however she suspected that the way they had all landed, well Sherlock had probably taken it upon himself to save not one but three people up in the air. He had probably struggled a lot more than Scandinavian boy, and yet it would seem as the judges couldn't ignore Sherlock's late arrival.
"We will award Sherlock Holmes second place, for saving those who were not his to save, and John Watson will be awarded third." Dumbledore finished, to which the crowd sort of cheered, sort of just sat quiet. The Durmstrang boys were happy, and Molly was quite sure this was the first time anyone had seen Karkaroff smile; however the Hogwarts and Beauxbatons students were able enough to see the flaw in these scores. Sherlock deserved more than second place, he had single handedly saved not only one but three people! And as for John, well the students could see just from his rolling around with Sherlock as soon as they landed that there was something the matter. As soon as they got into the medical tent Sherlock arrived back at Molly's side, now with Victor as well, who was looking quite nervous as he looked over at Madam Pomfrey, who was now inspecting John for possible complications.
"This is your doing, isn't it? What was in that water bottle?" Sherlock challenged immediately, going up to Victor and looking almost as if he was going to take him by the throat. Victor just backed up, putting his hands in the air defensively while Molly sat up in her cot, even in her weak state she was prepared to separate the two.
"Okay to be quite honest it was never my intention for John, I wanted to give it to Sebastian after the task; okay it was stupid, I know, it was stupid." Victor admitted, cowering now that Sherlock's rage had reached a peak. He looked quite impressive, standing with his face red in anger and his champion's robes all disheveled on his shoulders. Molly could understand now why Victor was so scared.
"It was stupid. You cost John the tournament, he could've died!" Sherlock growled.
"It was an honest mistake, and to be quite honest it wasn't even my mistake, he was the one that took a stranger's water and...." This time Sherlock really did lunge at him, and yet as soon as his hands made contact the two were flung apart by some sort of magical barrier, one that was not of Molly's doing.
"Love potion you said? I've always got a nice antidote prepared for that one, you crazy kids." Madam Pomfrey muttered, shaking her head while she pocketed her wand once more. Molly looked at the woman with newfound respect, for she didn't seem too bothered by the whole predicament at all. She simply steadied John's head (he was now letting his head fall around on the pillow, mumbling Sherlock's name like some sort of mantra) and tipped some clear liquid down his throat from a small vial. As soon as John began to cough and choke he sat up with a look of complete clarity coming over his face, blinking and looking about as if wondering what had happened, and why he was here.
"There he is." Madam Pomfrey announced, deciding that maybe it was time for her to take her leave, and so she drew curtains around the area occupied by the gang of Beauxbatons (and John) and went to check on where Jim probably lay.

"What...when's the task? Oh my God...I missed the task." John muttered, looking around at the staring faces at him. He looked down at his robes to notice that he was dressed for the occasion, and yet he obviously didn't have any recollection of what had happened, for he was looking at the kids as if he had gone mad.

           

"You didn't miss it, you're fine." Molly assured, deciding that if anyone was going to talk it ought to be her.
"I passed out? Did I win?" John wondered.
"No." Sherlock said quietly, looking at Victor with an accusing glare, to which the boy was simply looking down at his feet in shame. John was looking about, as if trying to tell if anyone was playing a trick on him or not. Obviously he was having trouble imagining what had happened if he couldn't remember any of it, and yet everyone seemed just a bit too scared to admit what had happened.
"You um...well you were a little bit out of it when the task began. Sherlock actually, well Sherlock you tell him. I was out of it too." Molly started nervously, realizing half way through that she didn't even know where to begin. All she knew was the end result, and maybe a little bit of the beginning, and yet all of that was certainly not enough to explain to John. Sherlock cleared his throat nervously, nodding before looking towards John with an almost pitiful gaze.
"You had accidently drank a love potion before the task." Sherlock started, to which John looked around horrifically, as if wondering what he had done while under the influence of such a thing. The fear in his eyes was enough to be sure that he was trying to hide something that stirred in his heart, and yet now it was out, he was out, so to speak.
"A love potion? How does someone accidently..." John looked over at Victor and his mouth dropped, evidently he remembered enough to remember having taken a swig from Victor's water bottle just before the task had begun. "You drugged me?" he clarified.
"It wasn't meant for you!" Victor whined, shaking his head in annoyance as if he was sick of suddenly being the bad guy. Well in all actuality he rather deserved such a title, for he was the one who had put the potion in the water to begin with.
"So what happened...oh my God what did I do?" John wondered nervously, looking to Sherlock and then to Mary, as if wondering which one of them would be flattered and which one would be angry. Well judging by the look on Mary's face, it was obvious what the outcome had been. John looked a bit sick, stirring in his cot as if trying to process what the possible casualties might be from this. His reputation, maybe? His place in the tournament?
"Well nothing really, you spent most of the time just flying around and bothering me, but a griffin broke your broom and I had to go and catch you, and together we sort of rescued our hostages. I hate to say it, but you came in last, and I in second, however they're safe, and we're safe, so in the end I guess that's what matters?" Sherlock muttered with a shrug.
"That and you tried to make out with him in the middle of the field!" Mary added furiously, to which John turned white, covering his mouth for a moment before leaning over the side of the bed and emptying whatever was left in his stomach onto the ground. Molly winced, and yet she couldn't help but smile a bit. It was obvious that John was having just as hard of a time processing this as everyone else was.
"Well that can't be right, no obviously I'm not in love with Sherlock. That's um...that's preposterous." John muttered, trying to pull a casual face all while wiping the spittle from his chin. He looked almost painfully casual, forcing just a little grin on his face as he struggled to keep up the reputation he had been maintaining for years now.
"Aha, see! I told you, he said it himself, it's preposterous." Mary said with a grin, nodding furiously and looking about to the three very unimpressed students. Molly was quite sure that the look of sorrowful hatred on her face was spread throughout her two male companions, and it was all John could do but shuffle nervously in his bed as he struggled to keep his mouth shut. Molly knew as well as he that it was always just too tempting to reveal secrets in order to bring someone down a notch or two.
"Ya and well...well Sherlock? What did you do about um...that?" John wondered. Sherlock hesitated for a moment, a small smile flashing on his face before he realized that maybe humor had no place here.
"I pushed you away of course, although I suspect Rita Skeeter got a bit of an incriminating photograph." Sherlock admitted with a shrug. John winced, shaking his head for a moment as if he just realized how many people he knew were going to see such a thing.
"Oh I'm dead." He admitted, falling back in his cot with a groan.
"But not literally, and that's all that matters." Molly offered, trying once more to put a positive spin on this mess as everyone tried to think of what it was they could do to clean it up. Evidently Mary was beside herself, trying to think of some way to justify John's actions and secure whatever was left of their dwindling if not already faded relationship. Victor was craning his neck, seeing if he could find Sebastian anywhere, while Sherlock was looking down at his feet nervously, afraid of what John was going to say or do next. Molly just sat there, watching this unfold, and knowing that somehow there would most certainly be a positive ending. There had to be, now that John's feelings were close to being admitted, well what could possibly go wrong now?