The Holmes of Hogwarts

9. Brewing Madness

"Yuck!"

"What?"

"They're doing it again." Harry gaged looking over to Mycroft and Greg against a corridor wall. Clara looked over and shared the same disgusted look as her girlfriend. Mary and Molly were sitting against a tree in the courtyard reading when they looked up to see what Harry was fussing about. To their misfortune, Harry was right to say 'yuck'. Mycroft had Greg pinned against a wall snogging him in public.

"They always do that." Mary said bitterly sticking her tongue out in a inaudible gag.

They're so 'In love'-" Harry did air quotes and rolled her eyes. "-They cant keep their hands off each other, Ugh.

"That's not love. It's lust." Clara mumbled under her breath.

"So you're saying that love doesn't look like that?" Harry looked over to her mumbling girlfriend.

"John doesn't even kiss me like that." Mary said bitterly, her eyes downcast. Everyone took their attention from the lustful love birds and book to look at her. "He hardly even insinuates it."

"Mary-" Molly began.

"I don't get it!" Mary shouted this time finally slamming her book shut.

"What don't you get?" Molly squeaked.

"John!" She pushed her book off her lap and it fell on the grass. "I practically throw myself at him and he doesn't even notice! Am I just not interesting enough? Is it me?" Mary said mumbling the last bit but everyone heard her.

"Mary you shouldn't be throwing yourself at someone just to keep their interest. Don't think that you have to do that." Clara tried her best to say reason.

"Mary, John isn't like that. You don't have to put yourself out there like that. He's not-" Molly started but was cut off again.

"I know Molly. I know he isn't like him." Said Mary with an exasperated sigh.

"John's always been a bit slow, maybe give him some time. He's an idiot to not realise what he has." Harry said while she stole a glance at Clara.

"Clara doesn't even kiss me like that." Harry mumbled under her breath and leaned against the tree.

Clara looked over to her Hufflepuff, her chin raised a bit. She didn't know how to respond to that comment. It could be taken one of two ways. One being that she doesn't love her. Two being she'd like to be snogged up the wall like a harlot. Clara hoped it was the second option. Though it wasn't her style, she didn't want Harry thinking the worst, or herself.

"Love doesn't have to be physically shown to be known."

A voice purred behind them that spoke as if it were to be written in cursive. They turned their heads to see Irene standing with her brunette hair slightly in her face and her Slytherin robes opened. Her jumper neatly tucked into her skirt and her shirt slightly unbuttoned exposing her chest. Not enough to show cleavage, as if she even needed to. She wore a deep shade of scarlet on her smirk that brought out her fair complexion. Her blue eyes so penetrating she could turn water into ice. Stone into dust. Scars back to wounds. Her presence made people question. She was an orphan, her parents unknown. That was enough for people to raise eyebrows at the young Slytherin. She was a fighter, she was a survivor. Everyone hated her. Excluding Molly and Mary of course.

"So is this what you four do all day? Bicker and watch?" Irene gave a poshed chuckled that rang of superiority. Clara just rolled her eyes at her.

"No don't be ridiculous." Clara said sharply with squinting eyes.