Sherlock did not like the idea of this tournament at all.

Actually, he didn't mind it much, but he didn't particularly like the idea of John getting his name drawn. By, of course, John had already tossed his name into the silver goblet. Not something he would have done if Sherlock had beven there.

Before, when "The Special One" still lived, fourth years were not allowed to enter into the tournament. Things changed though, and not long after the boy left Hogwarts. In fact, not even two years passed before the rules were changed. And now that anyone from ages 13-16 could enter, many more students put their names into thThoblet.

But not Sherlock, of course.

"Sherly! Sherly, I put my name in the goblet!" Said a very drunk, very emotional John one night, shortly after arriving to his room. You didn't have to be a genius, like Sherlock, to figure out that he'd been taking some shots. Even Jeanine, who happened to be one of the dumbest girls in Gryffindor, asked John if he needed something.

"God, John! Why are you so... so... FUCKING STUPID!?" Sherlock nearly shouted, grabbing the shorter boy by his collar. "John, why would you want to enter such a stupid competition? Huh? Tell me! You're just asking to be-"

"ENOUGH!"

Sherlock let go of John's shirt and fell backwards, hands raised. A tall boy, whom Sherlock knew very well, stood before them. His silvery-brown hair was ruffled, but in a way that said he'd been thinking a lot. The curly-haired boy's eyes lit up with amusement at the sight of Greg's stress.

"Been thinkin' about Mycr-" he started.

Greg gritted his teeth and pulled out his wand, keeping it below his waist. "No, Sherlock."

Now it was John's turn to laugh. The ridiculously drunk teen was already in tears, so, Greg Lestrade's uncomfort just sent him into hysterics. Not that he really needed it much.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GRUG IZ LIKEN SHERLY'S BRO-BROTHER! SHERLY DOZ LIKES SOME... UH... SOMEWON? HE LIKES SOMWON TOOOO!" John laughed, falling face-first onto Sherlock's stony mattress. Sherlock groaned at his friend's remark and couldn't help blushing. Did he like someone? He gazed at John's drunken, but still adorable form for just a moment, and... smiled.

"Sherlock?"

The slender boy turned around swiftly, sending a sharp look in the direction of his friend. Greg was still standing there, wand in hand, but he was wearing a much friendlier expression. And even though he looked tired and lost and frustrated and anxious, the tall teen with the silvery hair was still a handsome bloke. Sometimes Sherlock could see why his brother had taken such interest in DI Lestrade.

"I can see that John needs some help," Greg continued, nodding in the direction he lay. Sherlock nodded, flustered. "I'll just go. And, er, good luck on the drawing tomorrow! I'll cross my fingers that John doesn't get his name drawn!"

Sherlock smiled, and added in a look that said, "You do care!"

Greg winked and disappeared down the corridor staircase.

...

"C'mon John, let's get you in bed," said a very tired, very annoyed Sherlock later that night. Carefully, he picked John (who was now being a romantic drunk) up, princess style, and set the sandy-haired boy right back down, except on his OWN bed.

"Sherlockee?" John questioned, looking around the room wildly.

Sherlock sighed and placed a hand, softly, onto John's forehead. "What is it, John?"

But his friend didn't answer. Instead, the smaller boy eyed Sherlock's hand suspiciously, slowly reaching up his own shaking ones to grab it.

Sherlock could feel his heart beating faster and faster, and it scared him. He'd never had such strong feelings for John- for ANYONE- ever. It didn't know what it meant, and why only John could give him such a feeling inside. Like his heart was jumping up and down, his stomach doing somersaults.

"Why?" He blurted out suddenly.

John looked back at him with wide eyes. Those big, blue, puppy eyes. "Why what? Did I do somethin?"

Sherlock didn't look at him, nor did he answer the question. He stared blankly ahead, careful not to show any signs of emotion. Sharply, he pulled his hand away from John's and growled at him.

"Leave me alone!" Sherlock hissed, backing away from his friend. "I can't have you be my... friend... anymore. Just... don't go near me! Okay?!"

John's face fell, leaving no traces behind of his smile. The blue-eyed boy still had one hand slightly raised- the same hand that had held Sherlock's just a moment before. Bottom lip slightly trembling, the tired boy turned away and fell onto his side with a thump. It nearly broke Sherlock's half of a heart, seeing what he'd done to his only friend.

Without so much as a second glance at John's already sleeping form, the annoyed teen turned and stormed out of the room.

...

John woke with a stir. The night had not been kind to him, and neither had his reckless mind. Most of the night had been forgotten, nothing more than a blur, but he still remembered writing his name on a slip of parchment paper and throwing it into a goblet. The Goblet.

And, partially, he did remember the sudden outburst of his friend.

Without further thought to his drunken self, John dressed and went straight down to the breakfast hall, hoping to catch Sherlock's brother, Mycroft.

And he did. The man looked tired and annoyed, just like another person he had encountered in the night. John Watson was not a detective like Sherlock, but some of the genius's skills had rubbed off on him, giving him a bit of power. Just by looking at Sherlock's sibling, he could read his emotions at the current moment, and how he'd been feeling the previous day.

"Hey there, Mycroft," John said, plopping down on the bench across from the elder boy. "Stressed? Greg bein' pain in the arse for ya?"

Mycroft snorted, nearly slamming down his coffee mug. "I suppose Sherlock's been telling you rumors."

"Not really." John shrugged.

"Oh?"

Mycroft was pissed now. John liked it.

"No. Just going from what I heard from Greg. Said something about you last night..." John raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly.

Mycroft put one hand to his forehead. "Oh god."

John chuckled and shrugged."Hey, fine by me. You go for him if you think he's worth it. Which reminds me... have you seen Sherly?"

Now it was Mycroft's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Sherly?"

"Yeah, well, he wasn't in the common room when I woke up. Which is normal, but I haven't seen him in the library when I passed, and class hasn't started quite yet. I just, eh, well..." John trailed off, lost in thought. Why did he care so much about where Sherlock was at the moment? Was he really so helpless on his own- so needy for praise?

Mycroft stood up abruptly. "You like him."

John's cheeks turned a deep red, giving Mycroft his answer. 'Shit,' John screamed inside his head. 'Keep your shit together next time!'

Mycroft, all the while, was just watching as John had a meaningful conversation with himself. Eventually, of course, he had to interrupt.

"I don't think you've noticed that me and Sherlock both are geniuses," he said to John, who's face was twisted and topped with anger- like some kind of churro from Hell. "I can deduce anything I want about someone- whenever I want. I could potentially be the best detective in all of history, but I choose an easier life. 'Course, I have the benefit of being extra smart... which makes my easy job even easier. I just heard every single word you said to yourself."

John stared, blank-faced, at the wall ahead of him. "H-how...?" He muttered without looking up at Sherlock's brother. "How do you do these things?"

The tall man would have replied to John's question, however, he was interested in other things. Like as to WHY and HOW he could possibly have a crush on Sherlock Holmes- King of the Heartless? And it happened to be John who liked him, which was odd. John was everything but heartless, in fact- often too kind.

Mycroft opened his mouth to speak, but the bell rang.

"I have to go."

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But seriously. I'm sorry this chap is kinda boring, but I'll update again before Sunday and hopefully it's better. Gonna do the drawing of the names!