When he woke up he expected it to be dark, and Mycroft and Greg shaking him awake. Unfortunately it was rays of sunlight shining on his face that woke him, not Greg and Mycroft. John jerked off of the table, his back hurting from being hunched over all day. He looked around the Ravenclaw common room, seeing Greg asleep on the couch and Mycroft absent. Sherlock was still sleeping soundly on the table as well, looking so peaceful it almost made John feel guilty for shaking him awake. Almost.
“Sherlock what time is it?” John demanded, getting to his feet and stretching out his sore muscles. Sherlock blinked a couple of times, sitting up with a groan and looking very tired.
“What?” he mumbled.
“The time, we could be late for class!” John pointed out.
“Five more minutes.” Sherlock decided, putting his head back down. John just pulled his arm out from under him, making Sherlock’s head bang against the table with a thump.
“John come on!” Sherlock groaned, but John pulled him out of the chair and onto the floor.
“We need to go to breakfast. Greg get up!” he yelled, tearing the Gryffindor banner off of his neck and making sure he had his wand and the stolen snitch. Greg groaned, rolling over but falling off of the couch with a groan. Sherlock, on the other hand, was perfectly fine with being on the floor, trying to bury his head into the carpet and fall back to sleep. John just groaned, he was the only one taking this like a student who didn’t want to be late to class.
“Sherlock really, we’ll be late.” He pointed out.
“I’m good.” Sherlock shrugged. John just flipped him over with his foot, which was a lot more work than he’d imagine it to be. Sherlock looked tired, but that was none of John’s problem at the moment.
“We need to go, where’s Mycroft?” he asked.
“How would I know?” Sherlock groaned.
“He went up to bed!” Greg yelled, pulling himself to his feet and brushing himself off.
“Go get him, Sherlock you’re with me, come on.” John groaned, using the last of his strength to haul Sherlock to his feet. Sherlock groaned, but pushed John away and attempted to fix his hair by running his fingers through it. John had this slight jealous feeling, wishing he could have that job.
“Who’s great idea was it to stay up so late?” he groaned.
“All of ours apparently, let’s go.” John groaned, pulling Sherlock by the wrist to the door with a final goodbye to Greg. When they got to the Great Hall they found only a few students mingling around, not even the professors were there.
“Dang it John, we’re not late we’re early.” Sherlock groaned, glaring at John to say that it was all his fault.
“Well I guess we’ll need all the time we can get.” John shrugged. Sherlock looked about ready to punch someone, but sighed.
“Well I guess there’s nothing I can do now.” He decided, turning towards the Ravenclaw table.
“No, eat with me, no one’s there anywhere.” John insisted, not really in the mood to eat alone on a tired day like today. Sherlock studied his face, as if he was trying to decide if he was joking or not. John started wandering over to the Gryffindor table, and Sherlock followed, sitting down next to him and filling a glass with pumpkin juice. John loaded all the food he could onto a plate; he had missed dinner last night and was suddenly regretting his actions.
“You should really eat.” He said through a mouthful of sausage. Sherlock just sighed, sipping the juice but not putting anything on his plate.
“I’m not hungry.” He shrugged.
“That’s really unhealthy you know, to not eat so much.” John pointed out, but if Sherlock heard him he didn’t let on. Greg and Mycroft came a little bit later, and on seeing the two of them at the Gryffindor table they went and sat on the other side of the table.
“So how’d it go with Anthea?” John asked immediately.
“She was really confused, but in the end she decided to go on with it.” Greg shrugged.
“So all we need is Umbridge to see you two together and this will all be over then.” John said, waving his fork in the air with triumph.
“I doubt it will be that easy, but I just want you to know whatever happens with Anthea, whatever I say or do, my heart belongs to you Greg.” Mycroft said, making John’s stomach feel like it wasn’t agreeing with his breakfast very much.
“Oh that’s just disgusting!” Sherlock decided. Mycroft rolled his eyes, but both boys were blushing and smiling like two lovesick teenagers.
“Oh don’t be so jealous Sherlock.” Mycroft said.
“I’m not jealous.” Sherlock snapped, but Mycroft just rolled his eyes.
“Do you even have your eye on anyone?” he asked.
“No.” Sherlock said quickly. John felt himself blush a little bit, hoping Mycroft didn’t notice. He really doubted it would slip his attention; the Holmes brothers never miss anything. “Caring is not an advantage, you told me that Mycroft, and I guess you went back on your word.” He decided.
“Yes well, is it not worth it?” Mycroft pointed out. Now John really wanted to throw up.
“Changing the subject completely… did you guys get caught by Filch or someone?” John asked.
“No, if we had you’d know.” Greg pointed out.
“I thought you said we were late to breakfast.” Mycroft pointed out.
“I thought we were.” John shrugged.
“All that lost sleep.” Sherlock groaned.
“Well it’s a good thing you actually slept.” Mycroft pointed out.
“It only makes me feel more miserable.” Sherlock decided.
“What’s the schedule?” John asked. Greg took a piece of parchment out of his bag; somehow he always had the plans for the day. John had no idea where he got them from, it’s not like they were stacked outside in a pile.
“Um, Charms,” Sherlock looked at John with a smile, “Potions, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures.” Greg read.
“Good, we’ve got one class together then.” Sherlock decided, but his sentence was cut off with a yawn.
“I need to change; I’m still in my quidditch robes.” John decided.
“See you there then.” Greg agreed. Sherlock looked upset by that, but he nodded, letting John get up from the table and run to the common room. After the quickest shower of his life he grabbed him Gryffindor robes and bag, stuffing his wand in his pocket and the snitch in his bag. He didn’t know why, but that snitch meant a lot to him in just a day. He really hoped that Hooch didn’t track him down because of it. He ran back down to Charms through the partially empty hallways. Now he really was late, and he hoped Flitwick wouldn’t give him a detention because of it. When he sat in his seat between Greg and Sherlock he was just in time, Flitwick had started calling names.
“Where have you been?” Greg hissed.
“Showering, I don’t want to be the quidditch star and look like I just crawled from hell.” John pointed out.
“Oh don’t think you’re all that.” Sherlock said, rolling his eyes.
“Speaking of looking miserable…” John pointed out.
“Excuse me?” Sherlock snapped, glaring at John.
“Well you’ve had better hair days I guess.”
“You’d notice.” Greg whispered, making John punch him in the stomach. Sherlock snickered behind him, and John just groaned. Yes of course Sherlock had to hear that. They couldn’t talk about it anymore because Flitwick started the lesson, teaching some pretty boring spells that no one would need or be able to perform. No one except Sherlock of course, who had been able to prefect it in the first try. When class was finally over they walked out together, John and Greg headed to potions and Sherlock off to Ancient Ruins. He made sure to add how pitifully boring that class was and how rocks served no magical purpose, but still sulked away. John and Greg, who would both happily trade places with him to avoid Potions with Snape.
“I never knew you were into Sherlock.” Greg laughed.
“I am not into anyone, especially him, so just let it go okay?” John growled. He was lying, yes of course he was lying to his best friend but if Umbridge found out it would be the death of both of them. “And please don’t sing the song.” He added as they walked down the potions hallway. There was a group of kids, Slytherins to be exact, huddled around the door to the classroom. John and Greg tried to huddle out of their reach, so that they could avoid any tormenting, but of course hiding seems to be like a neon sign saying HERE I AM!
“Oh there he is, the man of the hour.” Jim Moriarty materialized out of the crowd, Irene Adler and Sebastian Moran at his side. Jim was insane, everyone knew that but no one was willing to tell Dumbledore about his cruel means of torturing other students. His black eyes shone with amusement as he stepped forward, flicking John’s bruise on the side of his face, making John back up into the wall in an attempt to get away. Greg stood by, willing to step in and punch some jerks if needed. Both John and Greg hoped he didn’t have to though.
“I heard about your little accident Watson, lucky you’ve got your little boyfriend to save you.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” John muttered, but Moriarty just laughed.
“I know a relationship when I see one. Like you and Mr. Head Boy.” Moriarty’s head swiveled towards Greg with an amused smile.
“Takes one to know one.” Greg pointed out, glaring at Sebastian. Moriarty didn’t even flinch, as if he was proud of himself.
“Yes, but at least I don’t have to sink to the level of the Holmes brothers. Wasn’t there three though? Poor little Sherly, he just….”
“Shut up!” John yelled, pulling out his wand in an attempt to protect his friend.
“Oh, so you’ve been informed, it’s true.” Moriarty laughed, looking to his friends for support. He didn’t look worried about the fact that John’s wand was pointed in between his eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you say one more thing against Sherlock I will blow your brains out.” John threatened.
“Oh go right ahead Johnny, go ahead, I dare you.” Jim laughed. John took a deep breath, he wasn’t actually going to kill him, of course not, but a nice curse would always satisfy.
“What…is going on here?” Snape’s voice asked, making Jim raise his eyebrows and put on his best innocent face.
“Sir, Watson attacked me! All I wanted to do was to congratulate him on the game and he threatened me!” Moriarty exclaimed. Snape looked over everyone suspiciously, his black eyes landing on John and a small, victorious smile appeared on his face.
“Now now, Mr. Watson, we know the rule do we not use magic in the corridors.” He pointed out, making John stuff his wand back in his pocket as if nothing had happened.
“That’s a lie! He…” John started.
“Mr. Watson I’m sorry to sad, but I think a nice detention should clear this up don’t you think?” Snape said with a smile.
“Jim was provoking me, I had no choice.” John defended, clenching his fists with anger.
“There is always a choice, and I advise that you take it when opportune.” Snape snapped, and with that let all of the kids file in. Moriarty shot the two of them one last, triumphant smile before turning into the classroom.  
“That’s it, he’s going to die a slow and painful death.” Greg decided, getting ready to knock Moriarty’s teeth out the old fashioned way, with his fist.
“No Greg come on, he’s not worth it.” John assured, patting his friend on the back and going inside the classroom. Part of his wanted to just run away and get even more in trouble while he’s at it, an hour and a half of listening to Snape scream wasn’t really his cup of tea at the moment, but never the less he dropped his bag on the floor and sat in a stool, sulking with his hand resting on his unbruised cheek. How nice would it be to just knock Snape right through the wall?
“What did Jim even mean by that?” Greg asked.
“Haven’t the faintest.” John lied. The very thought that Jim knew Sherlock’s story terrified John, it could circulate and ruin Sherlock more than he could ever imagine. As imagined, potions was miserable. They were brewing a potion that made people’s hair grow longer, and Snape threatened to use it on any more trouble makers, looking John right in the eye when he did. And he knew he wasn’t lying, and John didn’t have any plans on looking like Taylor Swift anytime soon. Finally when they were allowed to leave, John and Greg rushed to get out of there, but were stopped by Snape calling John’s name.
“Detention tonight after dinner Watson.” He growled, and John just nodded, wanting to curse Snape but was dragged out by Greg before he could.
“I hate him, both of them.” John decided, throwing his bag over his shoulder aggressively.
“It’s fine, just one detention, maybe you can talk Sherlock into getting one with Snape too, so you’re not lonely.” Greg suggested.
“I’m not dragging him into this.” John debated.
“But you really don’t know what he was talking about? Something about a third brother?” Greg asked.
“If there was a third I think we’d know about it, it’s rubbish but if he’s going to make fun of Sherlock in any way he’s going to get it.” John decided, walking into the Great Hall and plopping down on the bench.
“What do you think he’ll make you do?” Greg asked.
“Haven’t the faintest, probably something miserable though.” John groaned.
“Sorry mate.” Greg shrugged, but seemed too hungry to really care about John’s problems. John saw Sherlock walk into the Great Hall, alone of course, and sit down at the Ravenclaw table. He scanned the room until he found John, making eye contact but quickly looking away just as John waved.
“Now he’s mad too then?” Greg pointed out.
“He’s always like that.” John shrugged, and went back to his chicken wrap. The rest of the day wasn’t all that bad; in Herbology they were growing some red devil looking plants that ate small animals, so they were feeding them. It was quite vicious, but it paid off for the boring Care of Magical Creatures class, where they were warming up salamander eggs. But John would do that all night if it meant skipping out on detention with Snape.