Sherlock/John fic: Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor
Title: Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warnings: Slash
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: John is a Gryffindor, Sherlock is a Slytherin.
Author's Notes: Whoo HP crossovers!
Well, John Watson was a small Gryffindor, who enjoyed his classes and tried not to step on anybody’s toes. He came from a muggle family, with the only other magical person being his sister Harry, who was a stuck-up Ravenclaw. He made friends with other Gryffindors in his first year, and some Hufflepuffs, and generally got a long pretty well with everyone else.
Sherlock Holmes was a tall, brooding Slytherin who aced all of his classes and did his best to step on everyone’s toes. He came from an ancient pureblood family, and from an early age, knew that great things were expected of him. He made no friends, especially from his own house, and generally remained a social outcast and could only tolerate other people’s company for so long.
Strangely enough, the two didn’t meet until third year. John had been walking innocently down a hallway when three sixth year Slytherins had decided to bully him. They pushed him up against the wall, kicking his bag to the side and staring menacingly at him.
“Filthy mudblood,” one of them spat and John, Gryffindor though he was, trembled with fear. One of the sixth years raised a fist, and John closed his eyes, preparing for the blow. It didn’t come.
He opened his eyes moments later, and found the three sixth years lying on the floor clutching their stomachs. In their places stood Sherlock, hair a little ruffled, but with no other sign to suggest that he had raised a finger He was wearing long black robes, with pockets to dig his hands into, and a dark green scarf looped elegantly around his neck.
John rubbed his shoulder, mumbling, “Thanks,” in Sherlock’s direction.
“Not at all,” Sherlock replied, looking John up and down curiously. “Mudblood is an atrocious word and I hope that you won’t think less of my house because of these imbeciles.”
“I...I guess not,” John said, leaning down to pick up his bag. “Sorry. Who are you?”
“Sherlock Holmes,” Sherlock told him, still staring at him.
“Uhh...I’m John. John Watson,” John said, holding out his hand.
Sherlock didn’t take it but acknowledged John’s introduction with a nod. “I trust you’ll be going to potions class now?”
John nodded blankly, wondering how this boy knew where he was going; decided he didn’t really want to know. “Yeah. Uh. Thanks again.”
Sherlock nodded, and that seemed to be a dismissal, so John walked past him and headed for class.
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Sherlock bumped into John on the way to class two weeks later, and John never found out whether it was by accident or not. Sherlock asked John for some help; a student in trouble he’d said. John was like putty in Sherlock’s hands from that moment on; he could never refuse to help another student, and he figured that he did sort of owe Sherlock one.
It turned out that ‘some help’ actually included missing class, drinking a polyjuice potion, breaking into another student’s dormitory, casting expelliarmus one or twice, and being given two weeks detention. It also included defending two first years from dark magic and saving their lives. Even with the two weeks detention, John couldn’t bring himself to complain.
He did however, ask Sherlock, “Is this what you had in mind when you asked for my help this morning?”
Sherlock just grinned back at him. “Exciting, wasn’t it?”
John helped Sherlock with many of these incidents over their next few years at Hogwarts, and their adventures always had an element of danger, but they always managed to save the day. John discovered many things about the peculiar Sherlock Holmes; he was a Slytherin but he was capable of great kindness, he was from an old pure-blood family but didn’t believe in their superiority, he was intelligent enough to catch any crook at Hogwarts, but couldn’t seem to grasp Divination, he received a new scarf from his mother every month and wore each one at least once but the dark green one was his favourite, and most importantly he claimed to dislike people and to have no friends, but John couldn’t help but feel that friends was what they were
Sherlock, in turn, discovered many things about the brave John Watson; he was a Gryffindor but able to admit fear, he was from a muggle family but had a firmer grasp on magic than many pureblood children that Sherlock knew, he wasn’t as intelligent as Sherlock but Sherlock found him very interesting anyway, he got ugly knitted sweaters from his mother (they were truly hideous) but he wore them anyway to make her happy, and most importantly he had many friends in Gryffindor, but chose to spend most of his time with Sherlock.
Sherlock Holmes realised that he was in love with John Watson in their sixth year, when John got a girlfriend. She was some Gryffindor; Sherlock hadn’t thought her name was important enough to store in his memory. She held his hand in the corridor and ate dinner with him in the Great Hall and cheered loudly for him at Quidditch and kissed his cheek when she went to class. And very suddenly, Sherlock found himself wanting to do these things. He analysed his feelings for hours, skipping lunch and dinner and then breakfast until he’d gotten a message from John asking where he was. He’d had to accept it then; the evidence was overwhelming. But John had a girlfriend and even Sherlock knew how to maintain proper etiquette with someone he considered a friend.
John Watson realised that he was in love with Sherlock Holmes in their seventh year, when his fourth and final girlfriend had broken up with him in a very dramatic, very public display. She had cried, ‘You like that Slytherin friend of yours more than me!’ and stomped off. John had fumed about this for a while before realising, well, yes, he did actually, and went off to find Sherlock.
Ten minutes later he was pulling Sherlock into the nearest empty classroom and snogging him absolutely senseless, and then Sherlock was offering other suggestions (after all they were seventeen year old boys) and what could John do but nod his head and let himself be dragged off to a more convenient place?
John Watson is a small Gryffindor who loves Sherlock Holmes the Slytherin. Sherlock Holmes is a tall Slytherin who loves John Watson the Gryffindor.
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warnings: Slash
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: John is a Gryffindor, Sherlock is a Slytherin.
Author's Notes: Whoo HP crossovers!
Well, John Watson was a small Gryffindor, who enjoyed his classes and tried not to step on anybody’s toes. He came from a muggle family, with the only other magical person being his sister Harry, who was a stuck-up Ravenclaw. He made friends with other Gryffindors in his first year, and some Hufflepuffs, and generally got a long pretty well with everyone else.
Sherlock Holmes was a tall, brooding Slytherin who aced all of his classes and did his best to step on everyone’s toes. He came from an ancient pureblood family, and from an early age, knew that great things were expected of him. He made no friends, especially from his own house, and generally remained a social outcast and could only tolerate other people’s company for so long.
Strangely enough, the two didn’t meet until third year. John had been walking innocently down a hallway when three sixth year Slytherins had decided to bully him. They pushed him up against the wall, kicking his bag to the side and staring menacingly at him.
“Filthy mudblood,” one of them spat and John, Gryffindor though he was, trembled with fear. One of the sixth years raised a fist, and John closed his eyes, preparing for the blow. It didn’t come.
He opened his eyes moments later, and found the three sixth years lying on the floor clutching their stomachs. In their places stood Sherlock, hair a little ruffled, but with no other sign to suggest that he had raised a finger He was wearing long black robes, with pockets to dig his hands into, and a dark green scarf looped elegantly around his neck.
John rubbed his shoulder, mumbling, “Thanks,” in Sherlock’s direction.
“Not at all,” Sherlock replied, looking John up and down curiously. “Mudblood is an atrocious word and I hope that you won’t think less of my house because of these imbeciles.”
“I...I guess not,” John said, leaning down to pick up his bag. “Sorry. Who are you?”
“Sherlock Holmes,” Sherlock told him, still staring at him.
“Uhh...I’m John. John Watson,” John said, holding out his hand.
Sherlock didn’t take it but acknowledged John’s introduction with a nod. “I trust you’ll be going to potions class now?”
John nodded blankly, wondering how this boy knew where he was going; decided he didn’t really want to know. “Yeah. Uh. Thanks again.”
Sherlock nodded, and that seemed to be a dismissal, so John walked past him and headed for class.
---
Sherlock bumped into John on the way to class two weeks later, and John never found out whether it was by accident or not. Sherlock asked John for some help; a student in trouble he’d said. John was like putty in Sherlock’s hands from that moment on; he could never refuse to help another student, and he figured that he did sort of owe Sherlock one.
It turned out that ‘some help’ actually included missing class, drinking a polyjuice potion, breaking into another student’s dormitory, casting expelliarmus one or twice, and being given two weeks detention. It also included defending two first years from dark magic and saving their lives. Even with the two weeks detention, John couldn’t bring himself to complain.
He did however, ask Sherlock, “Is this what you had in mind when you asked for my help this morning?”
Sherlock just grinned back at him. “Exciting, wasn’t it?”
John helped Sherlock with many of these incidents over their next few years at Hogwarts, and their adventures always had an element of danger, but they always managed to save the day. John discovered many things about the peculiar Sherlock Holmes; he was a Slytherin but he was capable of great kindness, he was from an old pure-blood family but didn’t believe in their superiority, he was intelligent enough to catch any crook at Hogwarts, but couldn’t seem to grasp Divination, he received a new scarf from his mother every month and wore each one at least once but the dark green one was his favourite, and most importantly he claimed to dislike people and to have no friends, but John couldn’t help but feel that friends was what they were
Sherlock, in turn, discovered many things about the brave John Watson; he was a Gryffindor but able to admit fear, he was from a muggle family but had a firmer grasp on magic than many pureblood children that Sherlock knew, he wasn’t as intelligent as Sherlock but Sherlock found him very interesting anyway, he got ugly knitted sweaters from his mother (they were truly hideous) but he wore them anyway to make her happy, and most importantly he had many friends in Gryffindor, but chose to spend most of his time with Sherlock.
Sherlock Holmes realised that he was in love with John Watson in their sixth year, when John got a girlfriend. She was some Gryffindor; Sherlock hadn’t thought her name was important enough to store in his memory. She held his hand in the corridor and ate dinner with him in the Great Hall and cheered loudly for him at Quidditch and kissed his cheek when she went to class. And very suddenly, Sherlock found himself wanting to do these things. He analysed his feelings for hours, skipping lunch and dinner and then breakfast until he’d gotten a message from John asking where he was. He’d had to accept it then; the evidence was overwhelming. But John had a girlfriend and even Sherlock knew how to maintain proper etiquette with someone he considered a friend.
John Watson realised that he was in love with Sherlock Holmes in their seventh year, when his fourth and final girlfriend had broken up with him in a very dramatic, very public display. She had cried, ‘You like that Slytherin friend of yours more than me!’ and stomped off. John had fumed about this for a while before realising, well, yes, he did actually, and went off to find Sherlock.
Ten minutes later he was pulling Sherlock into the nearest empty classroom and snogging him absolutely senseless, and then Sherlock was offering other suggestions (after all they were seventeen year old boys) and what could John do but nod his head and let himself be dragged off to a more convenient place?
John Watson is a small Gryffindor who loves Sherlock Holmes the Slytherin. Sherlock Holmes is a tall Slytherin who loves John Watson the Gryffindor.