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WHO: Sherlock Holmes & Tony Stark
TONE: Bros
RATING: PG
WHEN: Around now
WHERE: Ravenclaw 6th year boy's dorm
WHAT: Sherlock's still writing sad music. Tony's got a lot of good going for him.
STATUS: WIP

Sometimes Sherlock did not like words. They were ambiguous, they often carried more than one possible meaning and inference could always be made on honesty. It was for that reason that he preferred music when words would not do. Sometimes when he was angry he just made noise on the violin, screeching out nonsense in place of the static of his rage. When he was happy, there were many songs he knew that would either garner him praise or simply transmit that feeling of approachability and merriment. Though he knew sad songs, none of them felt quite right for this particular wordlessness. Some were sad with an underlying anger, some were sad with despair writing in between the measures. That wasn't what this was. So there was little else to do but make the sounds himself until they made sense and were expressed and existed outside himself as something tangible and real.

He spent most of his free time on it, only ceasing when demanded to by other students. He really didn't care that he was annoying them; he had more important things to do.

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"You better not. And you know what, when we get close you're wearing a blindfold."

Tony walks past him and heads down to the common room then out, not at all worried about having him keep up.

"Why on earth would you want to blindfold me?"

It wasn't as though he wouldn't know his way blind anyway. Mostly he was just curious.

"Okay, so a disorientation charm. And because I don't want you strolling out at any time for a fix. That's why."

Sherlock scowled at him as he ushered him to get a move on. "I'm not an addict. I've gone without since summer. I didn't even have any on winter holiday. You act as though I have no sense of proportion."

"No, you just happen to need it instead of just dealing with what you've got going on. And I really get the feeling this whole John thing is going to really be really drawn out, because he's a muggle and you're a moron."

Tony deliberately lets himself be ushered as seemed to annoy Sherlock that he wasn't moving fast enough.

"Tony, more walking, less talking. At the moment you're failing both."

Makes his steps more obvious.

"Hey, look, feet moving, that's walking right there. And if you keep putting your hands in weird places I'm going to have to show the police on a bear where you touched me."

He sounds very amused with himself then starts to walk properly again as they come out into the courtyard.

"And I notice how you didn't deny my claim."

"I didn't deny it because I'm not going to continue to argue the same point over and over again. I am to John as I am to you. Eventually you'll get it through your skull."

He stopped manhandling him and walked beside him instead, still moving with barely contained agitation.

He turns and smirks at him.

"Well if you're going to be kissing me, don't leave any lipstick on my collar. I don't want to explain that to Bruce."

He speeds up a little.

"I don't think I want to ask why I should be wearing lipstick or kissing your shirts for that matter." Sherlock keeps pace easily.

"I really need to stop referring to muggle things around you."

"Probably a good idea. Though if you want a kiss as a reward, I'll give you one. I need to increase my demographic."

"Uh, no. Because he'll know. And you don't need to increase it."

"Further study requires a test group. How many people have you made out with?"

"Don't use me for a comparison for your weird little research model."

In the end, Tony isn't loving the fact he's only ever kissed two people had a couple of girls kiss his cheek.

"My list comprises of Jim, who I hated kissing, and John, which requires no comment. I imagine I will need at least five more participants to form a somewhat informed opinion."

Sherlock ruffled his own hair, his scalp itchy in the winter air. "It would be best not to associate all physical pleasure with John but rather with people or perhaps even a specific gender if I'm so wired."

"Personally, I know this is just me thinking this, but not the point. Me, I like associating physical pleasure to, you know, the guy I want to touch in all the best naughty places. You don't have to be divorced from any and all situations, you know."

Tony leads him outside and starts to head for the whomping willow, not really all that bundled up against the lingering cold.

Sherlock is surprised by the location they are approaching. He'd never considered the tree as a possible landmark for a secret passage.

"I don't do one-sided love affairs. I won't be the sort of idiot who holds a torch to someone without expectation."

"I held one, I didn't think Bruce would be into me. But I tried anyway... Well after nearly blowing it before it started"

He keeps walking looking beyond unconcerned.

"You and I are different people. Your life is full of people you desire to interact with. Mine is full of people to avoid. I don't need to seek companionship of any sort and least of all do I need to pine over someone I won't ever have. Your life is pretty much based on the acquisition of people and therefore one-sided relationships are quite likely to pay off in the long run."

"Way to make the life of the guy who's trying to help you sound really shallow and meaningless."

Tony stops a few metres from the trees maximum reach.

"If you'd rather be more like me, go right ahead. No one's stopping you."

He looked up at the tree. "What now, then?"

"No body wants to be like you. Except after a break up maybe."

He sighs then pulls out his wand.

"For the record, I'm going with you every step of the way. If I'm going to give you the key's to Houdini's trunk here, then I might as well go along for the right.

"You are not going with me to buy. You're traceable."

"I'm only traceable if I use magic outside Hogwarts, clever clogs."

He rolls his eyes.