Chapter 12
"Should we sleep? Or do you want to explore?"
"Explore? The castle?" Sherlock's face lit up
John laughed. "Let's get dressed. And I'll put a spell on the door so no one can come in without the counter spell "
Sherlock quickly jumped out of bed and searched for some clothes to put on.
John watched Sherlock move around naked before sliding out of bed
Sherlock got dressed in a pair of boxers, black pants, and a black shirt.
John pulled on grey pants without boxers and a white shirt. He looped a blue and silver tie around his neck and left it loose "ready when you are"
Sherlock nodded. "I'm ready."
John grabbed his wand and paused "since we have a moment, pull out your wand"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand from the bag
John held back a laugh. "Focus on Redbeard" he said pointing at the sleeping pup on his own bed
"W-what? Why?"
"Focus on him"
Sherlock nodded slowly, doing as John told him.
"Now focus on the image of him in your arms. When you have that, point your wand at Redbeard and say 'accio' clearly"
Sherlock nodded again and was quiet for a moment before clearing his throat. "Accio!"
Redbeard shot across the room, into Sherlock's arms. He wagged his tail and licked his owners chin. "Perfect"
Sherlock smiled brightly and stroked Redbeard's fur
"That was perfect " John smiled. He stroked Redbeard and looked up at Sherlock. "Are there any other spells you wanted to try out?"
"There are many." Sherlock chuckled
"What's one that you want to learn right now? Your favorite spell?"
"I. don't know."
John smiled. "I'm sure you'll think of something as we're exploring "
Sherlock nodded and grabbed John's hand
John led Sherlock out of their room and cast a quick spell on their door to keep intruders out. "Pick a direction, baby"
Sherlock nodded and quickly looked round the corners, before walking to the corridor on the left
John followed him, peering at all the paintings and intricate details of the architecture
Sherlock grabbed John's hand, smiling a little
"I'll follow you anywhere," John said, squeezing Sherlock's hand
"You sound so dramatic." Sherlock said and giggled quietly
John smiled widely and pulled Sherlock closer, giving him a quick kiss
Sherlock grinned and replied the kiss. "C'mon." He pulled John along down the stairs
John followed closely behind, checking out Sherlock's arse as he was pulled along
Sherlock quickly ran down the stairs.
John tried to keep up before purposely slowing down, staring at a small, half hidden door
Sherlock stopped and turned around, looking up at John. "What is it?"
"I don't know why, but I really wanna see what's through here," John said, nodding at the door
"Well, let's do that then." He want back up to John.
John surged forwards, trying to open the door "it's locked." He looked back at Sherlock and grinned "wanna learn a new spell?"
"Of course!" Sherlock smirked
John smiled and stepped away from door "point your wand at the keyhole and say 'Alohamora' clearly"
Sherlock nodded and cleared his throat; pointing his wand at the keyhole. "Alohamora."
Nothing happened. John rubbed a hand up and down Sherlock's back "um, try again a little more commanding"
Sherlock nodded and took a deep breath, concentrating on the keyhole. "Alohamora."
There was a faint click and John opened the door "amazing, baby. I couldn't have done it better myself"
Sherlock blushed a little and grabbed John's hand. "Let's go."
John smiled and followed Sherlock into the mysterious room
Sherlock squeezed John's hand tighter.
John looked around, amazed by what he saw, before squeezing Sherlock's hand back
"What is this." He asked as he looked around.
John shook his head softly, "I'd heard rumors about this room. It's called the room or requirements. It takes the form of whatever the person who opens the door wants most "
"But." Sherlock turned quiet again. "How."
John shrugged "magic."
Sherlock bit his lip and nodded
"This is amazing!" John suddenly laughed
"It is." Sherlock nodded, chuckling a little
"I guess i should explain myself," John said, blushing as they looked around the room of what John wanted most
"Go on." Sherlock grinned.
John walked to the closest wall, letting a hand grade over the thousands of pictures "my parents took pictures of everything. Absolutely everything. My mother had all the pictures developed and set up in the spare room on our house. There were almost twenty thousand by the time I was 14. Then our house burned down. We lost all the pictures. We lost my childhood. These are the pictures we lost." John walked do the opposite side of the room, where the pictures weren't ones he recognized. "Come here. There are pictures of us"
"What?" Sherlock frowned as he walked over to John. "How is that possible."
John shrugged, a wide smile on his face. There were pictures from the train, in the great hall when they were being sorted, smiling at each other, holding Redbeard, kissing. "This is amazing"
"It. really is." Sherlock stared at the pictures.
John slowly started walking around the room, trying to see all the pictures he'd thought he'd never see again. Every few steps he'd start laughing again, caught up in the memories the pictures brought back
"You were pretty adorable as a child." Sherlock chuckled softly as he walked close to John.
John blushed "thanks" suddenly he stopped and pointed out a picture just above their heads to Sherlock
Sherlock looked up at it, eyes widening.
"Take a guess as to what it is," John said, barely holding back a laugh
"No idea, tell me." Sherlock said
"My very first set of Hogwarts robes. "John smiled at the picture of four year old him dressed in a child's version of the Hufflepuff tie and Slytherin robes. "My mom was Slytherin, my dad was Hufflepuff "
"Adorable." He giggled
John laughed at how hard he was smiling in the picture
Sherlock turned to look at John and smiled softly. "John."
"Yes?" John stroked the side of Sherlocks face softly
"It's really weird that we have just known each other for a couple of days. But I really do love you, and I have no idea what I'd do without you." Sherlock looked seriously at John.
John cupped Sherlock's face gently "I love you, Sherlock Holmes. It doesn't matter how long we've known each other. It only matter how long we will know each other, and I am positive it will be forever"
Sherlock blushed softly and pulled in John for a hug, leaning his head on John's shoulder.
John nuzzled Sherlock's neck and grinned
Sherlock smiled happily. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
Sherlock suddenly pulled away a bit only to crash his lips together with John's for a passionate kiss.
John made a surprised noise before kissing back, opening Sherlock's mouth with his own
Sherlock pushed in his tongue past John's lips, tangling it together with John's.
John moaned softly and pushed a hand into Sherlock's curls
Sherlock leaned into the touch and wrapped his arms tighter around John's waist.
John suddenly grabbed Sherlock and pinned him against the wall "I want you. Here and now" he gasped out, clutching desperately at Sherlock's back and hips
"N-now." Sherlock gasped, he didn't expect that the kiss would turn out to this. Not that he'd mind either.
"Now." John ground his hardening cock against Sherlock, ignorant to the wall of childhood pictures behind Sherlock's amazing body
"Can we. find another place." Sherlock moaned softly, his head filling with dirty thoughts of him and John. "It feels. wrong to do it in here."
"Surrounded by my childhood?" John asked, moving his mouth to start nibbling on Sherlock's neck
"Y-yes." Sherlock gasped.
"You want to walk through the halls with an erection and now a hickey to get away from a few pictures?" John said in a husky voice, kissing the sensitive spot on Sherlock's neck just below his ear
Sherlock let out a high-pitched moan and thrusted his hips towards John. "N-no."
John smiled and started kissing his way down Sherlock's neck towards his chest "this place gives whoever is in here what they want so I'm gonna try something." He pulled away and focused on a thought for a moment. Then a huge bed with satin sheets materialized in the center of the room.
"Oh god." Sherlock gasped in surprise as he saw the bed
John laughed and pulled Sherlock towards it "that's not my name but I'll accept it"