Methods Beyond Magic

           

"John could be watching." He muttered breathlessly.
"Does he follow you around, of course he's not." Victor insisted, trying to lean in and kiss Sherlock again, but Sherlock pulled away.
"I don't want him to see my passion for you." Sherlock muttered. Victor tried to kiss him again, hungrily, as if Sherlock's kiss was the only thing that he needed to stay alive.
"Where are we to go?" he asked as Sherlock ducked away once more.
"He'll be listening in the classroom, he won't be stopped. We need to go somewhere safe, where no one can hear." Sherlock insisted.
"The common room is empty." Victor suggested.
"It won't be for long." Sherlock pointed out.
"Yes, but they're all at dinner, I can lock the dormitory door, no one will see you enter." Victor suggested.
"We can't take that risk." Sherlock muttered. Actually, yes, they had to take that guess.
"And once it fills up, the noise will be too much, not even someone outside the door will hear, and John will definitely not be allowed in, he doesn't know the password." Victor insisted. Sherlock sighed, trying to look as if this weren't the best of ideas. 
"What choice do we have?" he muttered.
"Precisely, follow me." Victor agreed. Sherlock nodded, letting Victor lead the way and letting his face fall slack, wiping his lips with his sleeve and scampering to catch up. This was repulsive, a disgusting plan, but somehow it was working, and that was all that mattered now. Victor was going to be crushed, this was the last piece of the puzzle and Sherlock must get it, no matter what the cost. Victor led him down the stairs and to the dungeons, where the mossy stone wall that was the Slytherin common room stood. If you didn't know where to look you'd have no idea where the entrance was, which Sherlock supposed was the point, but obviously Victor knew where to look. He muttered something to the wall, a word that Sherlock couldn't hear, and the wall slid open. Victor poked his head inside, looking for onlookers, but when he grabbed Sherlock's hand and pulled him along, so that must mean cost clear. The Slytherin common room was somewhere Sherlock had never been. The Ravenclaw common room was grand and elegant; the Slytherin common room was something different. It was elegant in a dangerous way, with black leather couches, a fire crackling in the hearth, and thick fur rugs. The walls were of stone, with more moss creeping up them, and the entire room was bathed in an eerie greenish light, as if they were now under the lake.
"Come on, quick." Victor decided, dragging Sherlock towards the back and up a small set of stairs. The topmost door had to be Victor's dorm, because he ran inside, closing the door behind Sherlock and smiling with a sense of accomplishment. The entire room was empty, not even an owl as witness. Sherlock walked among the four poster beds, with green and silver curtains around them.
"This one's mine." Victor said proudly, standing near the farthest bed and arranging the pillows a bit.
"I've never been in the Slytherin common room." Sherlock admitted, walking up to Victor and looking around, under the bed and on the table, for any sign of a book pile.
"Well, today's your day." Victor decided with a smile.
"Are you sure...are you sure you want to do this?" Sherlock asked.
"I should be asking you the same thing." Victor muttered with a smile, walking over to were Sherlock stood, putting both of his hands on Sherlock's shoulders and staring into his eyes.
"I'm positive. This is the right thing; this is the only thing, that I can do." Sherlock decided. It was true, of course, but not in the way Victor would want.
"You don't know how happy I am to hear that." Victor said with a smile, pressing his lips once more to Sherlock's. Sherlock kept his eyes open, kissing Victor back, running his fingers through his hair and holding him, but as Victor was distracted Sherlock took the opportunity to scan the room. There wasn't much around Victor's bed, but there was a large trunk, shut, organized, not even a sock on the floor. The book must be in the trunk, Victor wouldn't carry around a book from the Restricted section in his school bag, especially if he had used to it drug a professor. But how to get Victor out to rummage through his things? Obviously Sherlock couldn't go through his trunk while Victor was kissing him, it wouldn't work, so what to do?
"I have missed this." Victor muttered, taking a breath before leaning back in and kissing Sherlock more.
"I have missed you." Sherlock agreed. He took one of his hands away from Victor's shoulder, slipping it into his robes and pulling out his wand, very discretely so that Victor wouldn't notice. Sherlock slipped the wand up his sleeve, putting his hand back behind Victor's head and making sure that the tip was pointed at his head. He couldn't mess up, that would give Victor a chance to react. The boy wasn't noticing anything was wrong; in fact he was so engulfed in this kiss that Sherlock was sure he could've gotten a big rock and just slammed it against his head and he wouldn't have noticed.
"Stupefy." Sherlock whispered, and Victor crumpled in his arms. Sherlock sighed, heaving the boy onto the bed and tucking him under the covers, so that if any of the other boys came in they would think he was asleep. Sherlock wiped his lips once again, so thankful that the dreadful act was over, sank to his knees and pulled the trunk from under Victor's bed. There was a lock, but with a simple spell Sherlock was able to unlock it and flip the top open, staring at the contents. It wasn't much, certainly not a trunk you'd expect from an evil genius, robes, parchment, quidditch supplies. Sherlock rummaged through the clothes, finally feeling something underneath, something hard, undoubtedly a book. Sherlock smiled in relief, pushing the multiple shirts and socks away to unveil the unmistakable cover of Advanced Potion Making, an old leather bound book from the Hogwarts library. Sherlock grabbed the book, stuffed the clothes back into the trunk and kicked it under the bed. He took one last look of Victor, his eyes open wide in shock, lying unconscious in his bed, and smiled.
"Got you." Sherlock teased, and with that he dashed out of the room, slipping out of the common room before anyone saw him leave.