The Holmes of Hogwarts

17. Falling for Sherlock

Running down the corridor, John was bolting through the students that had a 'nothing class' as John had called it. Unfortunately for him he wasn't as lucky as them, he had a class he needed to get to- which he was late for. He couldn't stand if he ever got another detention, ever. The last one left a lifelong impression for him, just thinking about it made him anxious. So from then to now, he hasn't been late to a class and he was planning on keeping it that way. Even if it meant running like a mad person down the corridors.

John was running up the staircase and turned a quick right almost running into some students. He heard some of them saying things like 'Hey!' or 'Watch it', some just screamed in general. He dodged them but didn't see who was in front of him when he looked ahead again- he went straight into them- sending the other person falling forward and John falling back. John felt the hard stone on his bottom as he landed and the dust on his hands, that was definitely going to bruise. When he let out a groan he looked to see who he bummed into. John blinked squinting his eyes from the pain when he noticed the all to familiar raven curls.

"Oh god Sherlock!" John's eyes widened immediately as he stood up and rushed over to the boy on the floor.

Sherlock had his elbow on the floor as he turned over, "John?"

"God I didn't mean to—" John got on his knees, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine yes." Sherlock let out a breath and moved to a sitting position. John stared at him when he immediately noticed the liquid scarlet from the ravenclaws hands.

"You're palms are bloody." John pointed out now feeling even more guilty.

"I'm fine John, I promise." Sherlock said looking at his bloody palms- probably from catching himself when he fell forward.

"Here give me your hand." John, not caring about the blood stains, grabbed his hand to help him stand.

"Stop- stop- stop!" Sherlock shouted suddenly.

"What?" John immediately let go of his hand and bent back down to the Ravenclaw who was holding his wrist. John furrowed his brows, "let me see."

"I probably just fell on it wrong." Sherlock mumbled making a cringed expression when John gently grabbed his arm to examine it.

"Nope it's broken, oh god." John said looking at Sherlock's discoloured wrist.

"It's fine John I'm used to pain."

John rolled his eyes, "That doesn't make me feel better, Sherlock."

"Well it wasn't really for you," Sherlock said taking his wrist back. "You're not the one with the broken wrist are you?"

"Yeah sorry," John pursed his lips. "Let's take you back to the infirmary. Might as well pack our bags and move there permanently." He sighed as he began to stand- only to be pulled back down by Sherlock's other hand.

"No need. You'll fix it."

"I'm going to what now?" John furrowed his brows completely confused.

"I'm going to teach you a quick spell, and it'll fix it."

"What- why? What spell?" John scrunched his face and shook his head.

"Osseous-reparo," Sherlock said casually.

"No- no," John made a serious expression and put his finger up stopping the Ravenclaw. "Isn't that the one you made up for creatures bones?"

"Yes, but if it worked on my spine it'll work on this," Sherlock widened his eyes in a convincing gesture, "It's easy."