Sherlock was about to smile back when the good mood surrounding his crushed like a bug. John sighed, looking behind him but know what he would see. Mycroft and Greg were walking into the common room, chatting happily and holding hands. A bold move really, who knows if there are any Umbridge spies around?

"Oh yay." John sighed. He had liked this one on one moment with Sherlock, giggly and flirtatious, it was a lot more fun than watching Greg and Mycroft be the same exact thing.

"Hey John." Greg said with a happy smile, swinging Mycroft and his hands back and forth between them.

"How was Hogsmeade?" John asked, trying to keep conversation light.

"Took you an awful long time to buy one present." Sherlock decided.

"She's hard to shop for." Greg shrugged, still with his bags on his free arm. Sherlock just nodded with a knowing smile, raising his eyebrows at Mycroft. Unlike Sherlock though, the mention of relationships didn't seem to faze him, he just smiled right back, nothing was going to break his absolute love for Greg. There was some beauty in that, but mostly vomit flavors jelly beans.

"What have you two been doing then?" Greg asked. The two of them moved armchairs together so they could sit and also hold hands, not necessary if you asked John. 

"Bertie Bott's." John said, holding up the box of beans.

"Sherlock never seems to get the gross ones." Mycroft pointed out.

"Exactly!" John agreed.

"He must be cheating, there is no way he has that much luck." Mycroft decided. Sherlock shrugged innocently, as if he was some type of saint or something.

"Maybe the universe just loves me." Sherlock sighed, as if that was some burden.

"Obviously." Mycroft sighed with sarcasm.

"So, anything plans for the rest of the day? I'm pretty hungry." Greg decided.

"What time is it?" John asked. Sherlock checked his watch and sighed.

"Almost one."

"Let's eat then." John decided.

"Not hungry." Sherlock objected.

"You're coming anyway." John said, pulling his arm with him as he stood up. Sherlock groaned, but stood up as well. John immediately took his hand away, scared that he might get made fun of by Greg or something. But too late, Greg raised a knowing eyebrow at him, making John glare at him. He really didn't want the whole relationship to be that painfully obvious. Even though Greg knows John best it still didn't mean that Umbridge couldn't pick up the subtext. John had totally forgotten about lunch, the donuts hadn't really filled him up but being with Sherlock made you forget about the little things, like eating. The four of them walked down to the Great Hall together, now Greg and Mycroft didn't dare hold hands, there could be the pink toad stalking around every corner. Sherlock looked plenty annoyed with his brother, his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

"Don't look so mad." John sighed.

"We were having a perfectly good time by ourselves where we not?" Sherlock asked.

"It was fun ya, but we still need to eat." John pointed out.

"I don't need to."

"You may think that you're invincible, but you really aren't." John debated. Sherlock just rolled his eyes, continuing down the hall as if he had missed that comment. When they got to the Great Hall it was all underclassman, as expected. All the students that could go to Hogsmeade were eating out, but the four of them preferred the town when you could actually move freely. So they took the available seats in the Gryffindor table, Sherlock and John sitting next to each other and Greg and Mycroft on the other side. John tried to think of any conversation starters, Christmas, Hogsmeade, anything, but they'd all been covered throughout the day. So he ate his sandwich in silence, listening to Mycroft pester Sherlock about eating something when Sherlock absolutely refused.

"Oh come on Sherlock, you really must eat something!" Mycroft insisted.

"I had dinner last night!" Sherlock defended.

"So lunch today must be a necessity. Ordinary people eat three meals a day." Mycroft pointed out, going to Greg for support. Neither of the Gryffindors wanted to get in on this argument, so they stayed clear of stating their opinions. Sherlock obviously needed to eat, it was definitely not healthy to starve yourself like that, he might have gotten away with it when he was smaller but now he needed a lot more energy. He couldn't live of Jolly Ranchers for the rest of his life. In the end Mycroft scooped a pile of macaroni and cheese onto Sherlock's plate, making him eat it before he left.

"So, what are we supposed to do for the rest of the day?" John asked, trying to cover up the sounds of Sherlock angrily scraping his fork against his plate.

"We were kind of hoping to just go to the common room really." Mycroft shrugged.

"Should we steer clear?" John asked dully. Sherlock scowled, if possible, even harder at the thought of his brother and Greg.

"If you want to." Greg decided with a smile. John rolled his eyes but nodded.

"I guess we'll find something to do ourselves then." John sighed.

"Can't be that hard." Sherlock assured.

"Eat your lunch." Mycroft snapped.

"Mycroft!" Sherlock sighed. When everyone was done, even Sherlock, they all walked to the common rooms, Mycroft and Greg walking off to the Ravenclaw common room while Sherlock and John went to the Gryffindor. There wasn't much to actually do there, but it might be easier to improvise when it was home turf. Sherlock was still a little bit grumpy about the whole lunch thing, apparently he was immortal and un-needing of things like calories and things that actually help you live.

"So, what do you fancy doing?" John asked as they walked into the common room. There were now some upper classman, avoiding the crowds like they were doing.

"I don't know, your choice I suppose." Sherlock shrugged.

"Well I'd say we're trapped inside right?" John guessed, craning his neck to see out the window. AS he guessed the snow was still falling, it had to be building up by now.

"Probably, unless you want to freeze yourself." Sherlock agreed.

"Not really on my bucket list no." John sighed. In the end they just ate more Bertie Bott's in the back corner table, Sherlock actually got a semi bad one (spinach), but John was yet to get a good one. The closest he'd gotten had been toothpaste, and that still wasn't supposed to be a good flavor.

"How about you pick a bean and that's the one I eat, and vice versa." John decided.

"No! Then I'll get a gross one!"

"And I'll actually get a good one." John debated. Sherlock sighed, but when he pulled a bean out he gave it right to John.

"Okay, here we go." John decided, biting down on it and gagging. "It's fish!" he exclaimed, running to the fireplace and spitting it in the flames. "Oh my god, that was the worst one!"

"That's what you get for trying to be clever." Sherlock sighed.

"Oh shut up!" John growled, but he couldn't help but return the dazzling smile Sherlock had.

"And now I pick for you." John decided, picking a bean out of the box and handing it to Sherlock. The  Ravenclaw examined it, as if there were some hidden clue to tell him whether or not to eat it.

"Vanilla Cream!" Sherlock announced with a smile.

"You bloody cheater how in the world are you doing that?" John demanded, making some of the other Gryffindors look up from their homework.

"I'm not doing anything, but you're certainly drawing attention to yourself." Sherlock pointed out.

"It doesn't matter; you're here more often than they are." John assured.

"But the whole point of houses is that students don't crowd together, especially the school freak." Sherlock pointed out, looking around suspiciously.

"If you call yourself that one more time I'll scream." John decided, tapping his foot with annoyance.

"That would be quiet amusing actually." Sherlock shrugged.

"Oh you get my point." John snapped. He looked in the box of jelly beans, now looking pretty empty.

"Let's save these for a rainy day." John decided. Sherlock, once again, handed him a Jolly Rancher for the fish aftertaste, which was pretty much killing John at the moment.

"So now what?" John asked.

"Any homework you have to do?" Sherlock suggested.

"Not due until Monday, I'll do it tomorrow." John shrugged.

"That's not very responsible is it?" Sherlock asked.

"You find homework something to do with friends?"

"Well, yes. I did all mine Friday night." Sherlock shrugged.

"You need a life."

"You need priorities."

"So you'd rather me sit in a corner and do my homework than talk with you?" John defended.

"If it gets you past sixth year than yes." Sherlock decided. John rolled his eyes, as much as he was worried about the stern look on McGonagall's face he was much happier talking and laughing with Sherlock.

"Anything else you do for fun?"

"Other than the library I'm guessing." Sherlock decided.

"Yes, other than the library." John agreed. Sherlock thought for a moment, but then shook his head.

"Not unless going outside is an option, sometimes I'd take walks by myself, calms me down." Sherlock sighed.

"How about a walk in the snow, that could be fun." John suggested.

"It's freezing out there." Sherlock pointed out, but John could sense a part of him jumping up and down with excitement.

"Since when were you one for protecting yourself?" John sighed.

"Well thank you very much, that makes me feel good about myself."

"That's why you've got me to watch over you. Come on, you can wear one of my scarves so you don't have to face the lovebirds in the Ravenclaw common room." John decided, getting up from his chair and jogging over to the dorm steps, taking them two at a time and diving under his bed for his trunk. Sherlock stood awkwardly by the bed post, watching as John dug through his robes and clothes to find the Gryffindor apparel hiding at the bottom.

"Here you go." John decided, pulling out a spare scarf from third year. He handed it over to Sherlock, who examined it with a small frown.

"I feel like a traitor." He decided, but never the less tied it around his neck in a complicated loop knot. John grabbed his own cloak and scarf, having to shake out a knit Gryffindor hat with little maroon puff balls hanging down from the ears.

"Oh, look at this beauty!" he laughed, holding it up for Sherlock to see. 

"Why on Earth do you have that?" Sherlock asked, stepping away nervously, as if the hat was going to come to life and eat him.

"No idea, just something I guess." John shrugged. He pushed the trunk back under the bed and smiled, jamming the hat onto Sherlock's head with a triumphant smile. 

"Now you look like a true Gryffindor." John decided with a laugh.

"Now I just look like an idiot." Sherlock sighed, looking at himself in the mirror. A few of his dark curls poked out of the bottom of the hat, making him look downright adorable.

"You look fine, let's go." John decided, grabbing Sherlock's forearm and dragging him out the door down to the common room. A few people looked up in mild annoyance, but John just smiled proudly. Sorry everyone, but John was taken by this nerd with the puff ball hat. They walked out the Entrance Hall doors, the snow still coming down at a fair pace. The ground had at least a foot, maybe more, of snow piled up on the once green lawns.

"How are we supposed to walk in this?" Sherlock asked, although he sounded a bit disappointed.

"I don't know, you probably have a charm up your sleeve right?" John suggested. Sherlock closed his eyes, putting his fingertips under his chin like he did when he was thinking, and was very still. John wondered what on Earth he was doing, just dramatizing everything or actually thinking.

"Sherlock what are you even doing?" John sighed after a little bit of silence. He didn't answer, didn't even seem like he had heard John at all. John stopped being so annoyed when a stray snowflake landed on Sherlock's nose, oblivious to him, but pretty much unbearable to John. All of the sudden Sherlock's eyes flew open with a triumphant "Oh!". 

"What is it?" John asked, trying to pretend like he hadn't just been staring at him. Sherlock pulled out his wand with graceful fingers, probably freezing in the cold wind but gorgeous no less. He tapped his feet and immediately the snow melted into a puddle of mere water.

"There we go, slight heating charm." Sherlock smiled. Sherlock charmed his other foot and then both of John's, which was pretty much the perfect solution to trekking through snow. Sherlock put his wand back in his pocket but let his hand swing freely, as if wanting John to take it in his own. But for now they just walked in silence, fighting against the cold and snow.