Forbidden - Chapter Three

Resisting the urge to turn back around, John slowly ate his food, wasting as much time as possible. He seriously did not want to hear Sherlock's wrath this early in the morning.

When the glare burning into his head became to much, he smiled at Sarah and Harry and politely excused himself, knowing Sherlock would follow.

As expected, as soon as John found a spot where no one would see and interrupt them, Sherlock appeared out of nowhere in front of John, looking extremely pissed.

He loomed up in front of John, and John had to make an effort to not flinch.

Sherlock ran his hands over John's body, eyes darkening a bit more every time John winced in pain.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked, his voice low and threatening, as he searched John's eyes for the truth.

"Jim and his bloody groupies. I swear, he's obsessed with you, Sherlock!" John huffed, feeling a surge of possessiveness that caused him to reach up and bring Sherlock's head down for a quick kiss.

When Sherlock pulled back, some of his fury was gone.

"What about you and Sarah? It looked like she was flirting with you," Sherlock said angrily, stealing another kiss, making John blink dazedly before he was able to think of a reply.

"No, no! Don't be a jealous git, Sherlock! She was just worried about me," John said, rolling his eyes.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed, before he sighed, and leant down, pressing his lips gently to John's.

Slightly shocked for a second before relaxing, John reached up and tangled his fingers into Sherlock's gorgeous black curls.

Then something seemed to occur to Sherlock, and he pulled away, frowning slightly at John.

"He's not obsessed with me."

John laughed, releasing Sherlock's hair and patting Sherlock condescendingly on the cheek. "If you say so, Sher," John chuckled, stretching his arms up, wincing.

Sherlock's beautiful grey eyes hardened as he watched John. "He'll pay for what he did to you," he swore in a low voice, sounding a lot like how Mycroft had sounded yesterday.

John lowered his arms slowly and placed them on Sherlock's chest, frowning. "Don't, Sherlock. You'll just cause more trouble," John told him, not liking the idea of Sherlock getting into trouble at all.

Sherlock, of course, immediately protested, "But, John! They hurt you!"

John just rolled his eyes, sighing. "Please, Sherlock, just don't. For me," he pleaded, staring straight into those intelligent grey eyes.

John could see Sherlock's internal debate, and he saw when Sherlock finally gave in. "For you," he promised.

Smiling, John gave him a bear hug, Sherlock leaning down and resting his head on John's shoulder.

"We go to Hogsmeade today!"John said excitedly, going to draw back, but Sherlock just gripped him tighter.

Sherlock gave a small grunt, then nuzzled John's neck, making him laugh.

"Sherlock! Stop it! We have to go! I'll see you at Hogsmeade!! We can go get butterbeer," John exclaimed excitedly, laughing slightly, to Sherlock.

Grumbling unhappily, Sherlock relented and released him, giving him a kiss on the nose before stepping away.

"See you soon?"

"You try and stop me!" John laughed, flashing Sherlock a grin.

Waving goodbye, John turned and jogged off to where the others would be gathering and getting ready to go.

Slipping through the crowd casually, John accidentally bumped into someone, a Hufflepuff judging by his scarf, and knocked a cup of something out of his hands.

Instinctively, John's legs bent and his hands shot out, catching the cup. Looking up at the boy, John smiled, standing up and handing the cup back.

He looked older than John, more like Mycroft's age.

"I'm so sorry," John apologised sincerely.

The other wizard just laughed heartily, "It's alright! Nice catch, by the way. I'm Gregory Lestrade," he said, holding out his hand which didn't have the cup in it, smiling.

John smiled back, shaking Greg's hand, "John Watson."

Greg had a strong, firm grip and John had the strange sensation that they were being watched by more than one person. Letting go of Greg's hand and discreetly looking around, John found Sherlock and Mycroft watching them.

Following his gaze, Greg laughed, patting John on the shoulder. "You know the Holmes?" they both asked at the same time.

Laughing awkwardly, John indicated for Greg to answer first. "No, not really. Mycroft is in a few of my classes, but I don't really know them. What about you?"

John smiled. "Sherlock and I are together. And, Mycroft likes to hit him on the head!"

Bursting out laughing, Greg waved a hand in front of his face to try and calm himself down.

"Then I bet Sherlock wouldn't like it if I did this," Greg stated, eyes twinkling mischievously with a smirk on his face, and he leant down and kissed John's cheek.

Laughing, John shook his head. "Nah, he's a possessive git. But, Mycroft looks ready to kill me. Maybe you two should get together," John suggested, nudging the older boy.

A slight flush covered Greg's cheeks as he turned and looked at Mycroft.

Hearing his name being called, John turned and found Sarah looking agitated and beckoning him.

"I'd best be off. I'll see you around!" he called to Greg as he slipped though the crowd to Sarah.

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Smiling happily, John grabbed the two butterbeers and paid, thanking the lady and heading outside to the large tree near the haunted house that Sherlock and him had agreed to meet at. John was supplying the butterbeer and Sherlock the lollies.

His smile widened as he found Sherlock waiting for him, bags of treats in front of him, a boyish grin on his face.

Sitting down next to him, John passed him a beer, leaning with his am and sneakily kissing Sherlock on the cheek.

Sherlock flushed lightly and ducked his head, sipping on his butterbeer as an excuse.

Feeling smug, John peered into the bags and gasped. "How much money do you have!" he asked, completely astounded at the amount of lollies in each of the four bags.

Sherlock shrugged, looking up at John, then peering into the bags with a satisfied smile on his ridiculously handsome face. "Not much."

Scooping out a handful, John grinned at Sherlock as he shoved them in his mouth.

Laughing, Sherlock took another sip of his butterbeer and kissed John on the cheek.

John wished that they could always be like this. Not a care in the whole world, eating sweets and laughing.

"Do you know Gregory Lestrade?" John asked, curious.

Sherlock scowled. "The Hufflepuff that kissed you? Yeah, I know him," he muttered darkly, glaring at the sweets in his hand.

John chuckled, gently pushing him with his shoulder. "I think him and Mycroft would be great together."

Sherlock grinned brightly, then started laughing, falling backwards onto the soft grass under the tree.

"They would be good together. Besides, I think Mycroft's getting jealous of us," Sherlock remarked once he had calmed down.

John just stared down at him for a few seconds, just taking him in.

He looked gorgeous. His wild curly hair was everywhere, his eyes bright with laughter and his bow lips shaped in a gentle smile.

Shaking his head, a light flush covering his face, John gave a short laugh. "Really?"

Sherlock nodded. "Yup. Haven't you seen the way that he stares at us, he's obviously jealous," he scoffed.

John shook his head in wonder, and smiled, grabbing some more lollies and shoving them in his mouth, grinning at Sherlock.

Sherlock laughed, closing his eyes happily.

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Smiling happily, John and Sherlock slowly walked back to Hogwarts, the setting sun behind them causing long shadows everywhere. Hand in hand, they tried to not think about when the next time would be when they could be together like this again.

The closer they got to Hogwarts, the slower their pace became. Tugging John closer to his side, Sherlock dropped John's hand and wrapped an arm around John's waist, grinning.

Laughing softly, John leant against Sherlock's lean body, warmth spreading through him. Sighing happily, John wrapped his arm around Sherlock.

When they finally reached Hogwarts, they reluctantly drew apart, and, after a quick kiss, went their separate ways.

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Cornered, John struggled violently against Mark and  Andy, who were holding his arms behind his back while Jim walked slowly towards him, a smirk on his face.

"Hello again, Johnny boy," Jim said in his girly voice.

"What do you want, Jim?" John spat, and received a harsh jab in the ribs.

"I'm here to warn you to stay away from Sherlock. Seeing as you didn't listen to me last time,  let me give you a deal," he said slowly, an evil smile creeping onto his face.

John glared at him hatefully.

"If you can stay away from Sherlock until the upcoming holidays, that means no sending notes, no talking and no contact at all, I will stay away. Deal?"

What an evil bastard. Thinking it over in his head slowly whilst glaring at Jim, John seriously hated this man.

The holidays were a month and a half away. But, if it meant Jim staying away...

"Deal," John growled, and Andy let go of John's arm so that he could shake Jim's hand.

A smirk appeared on Jim's face and John had the distinct feeling that he had just made a deal with the deal.

Letting go of John's hand slowly, Jim clicked his fingers and Andy and Mark shoved him into the dirt as they barged past him, sneering.

Sitting up slowly, John sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and stared up at the night sky, wondering what on earth he had done.

Sherlock was not going to like this. At all.

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Slowly getting out of bed, John was glad that it was the weekend yet not. He was glad it was the weekend because he had time to finally relax and do whatever he wanted. He WASN'T glad it was the weekend because Sherlock was sure to try and hang out with him. He needed Sherlock to stay away.

As much as it hurt, if they could get through this, then Jim would leave them along. It would be worth it.

Stretching slowly, John winced and groaned, damning Jim in his head.

As soon as he stepped out of the hole in the wall, John knew this was going to be a long day. Sherlock was casually lounging against the wall at the bottom of the changing stairs, glancing up every so often.

Smiling gratefully as Sarah and Mary each grabbed one of his arms, and dragged him downstairs, John knew they were going to help him.

His two bodyguards.

He saw the look of frustration on Sherlock's face as they passed and laughed internally as Sarah and Mary blocked Sherlock from getting anywhere near him.

Sitting at the breakfast table, John carefully told them in a low whisper what he had done. They were sympathetic and patted him on his shoulders, telling him they would come up with a plan.

They disappeared while John ate his breakfast, and he could feel Sherlock's hot gaze on his the whole time.

Shifting slightly on the bench and snuck a glance at Sherlock. He was watching John intently, not touching the food on his plate. He looked like he was deep in thought and John wished he knew what he was thinking.

Sarah and Mary grabbing him and dragging him broke him out of his thoughts.

When he saw Greg at he end of the hallway, he immediately shook his head, digging his heels into the ground. "No! No way in hell!" he protested.

Greg looked up and smiled. "Hi John!" He called happily.

Glaring at Mary and Sarah, he muttered, "hey Greg."

"Sarah and Mary here told me about your... problem. I can help," Greg said, smiling.

"How?" John asked warily, not sure he was going to like the answer.

Greg gestured for him to come closer, and he did warily.

Greg unexpectedly pulled John closer and pressed their lips together.

Nausea rolled through John and he pulled back, and felt himself pale as Greg's eyes flickered over his shoulder.

Whipping around, he had a second to see hurt flash across Sherlock's face before it closed off, a mask coming down and Sherlock turned and strode away.

A hand pressed slightly on John's shoulder, but he could barely feel it. He vaguely heard Greg whisper, "sorry."

The hand patted him gently before leaving, John standing looking desperately after Sherlock.

He turned and glared at Sarah and Mary. "THIS was your plan?" he snarled, not caring as they flinched. "You have possibly just done the worst thing EVER! Sherlock is never going to trust me again!"

Tears fell from their eyes, but he didn't care. He was so pissed. "We thought we were doing the right  t-thing!" They whimpered.

John turned on them, eyes blazing.

"Well, you thought WRONG!" John yelled, before whipping around and running back to his room, seething.