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Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes dancing

I just found a really cool head cannon about hufflepuffs getting on really well with slytherins, and hence, this was born.

(new)
Just made this 'little' fic (take the word 'little' with a pinch of salt):

How he’d managed to break into the Hufflepuff common room and then infiltrate the girl’s dorm; she didn’t particularly care or even want to know. However, why Sherlock Holmes had decided that 10:30 at night was a good time to dance was something she really had an itch to know about, and in particular, why did he think it was a good idea to dance with her? She was the most notoriously uncoordinated person in the whole of the school.
He was supposed to be the genius for God’s sake.

It was the way of Molly Hooper to simply oblige without question when someone asked her to do something, but to be honest, she was incapable of resisting if these hands went within 30 centimetres of her skin and right now, both hands were actually on her.

She wasn’t going to pull away, no she was rather enjoying whatever he was doing to make sure her feet stayed untangled and actually, they seemed to gain some sort of grace. Maybe it was the lack of her usual clumpy shoes, or - of course, a spell, she should have known.

But that question of ‘why?’ still pestered her. She took her eyes off the four slowly rotating walls that she had been staring into and locked eyes with his.

“Uh…Sherlock? Are you-“

She had to stop talking as he pulled her to his body, securing her there with an arm round her waist.

If this was some sort of ploy he could bloody well forget it.

“You’re actually quite graceful if you take your mind off being just that.” Sherlock stated, taking advantage of her sudden silence.

“What?”

“Dancing. You can dance- well, I wouldn’t go that far, maybe with some tutoring.”

So there was a reason, he had come all the way down to the Hufflepuff common room, to find her and tell her that she could, or could not - she wasn’t quite sure - dance.
He had some bloody nerve.

Molly put the distance back between them, giving him a scowl to show him that she was not in the least bit happy with him.

“Sherlock please, it’s 10:30 at night, I’m tired, I don’t want to talk about my lack of dancing skills. Just, go back to bed.” She began to walk back towards the girl’s dormitory, before her hand was caught by the confusing bastard and he spun her back to his chest.

“Well then, when would you like to talk about your dancing skills?” He said quietly, with a small grin tugging at his lips. “Would the Yule Ball do?”

And with that she was an absolute stuttering mess.

“Y-yes. Fine. Fine. Fine. Yes. Fine. Fine. Yes. Thank you. Yes.” was the basic gist of her reply.

“Good.” Sherlock said warmly with a smile spreading quickly across his face.

They began to spin slowly again, until Molly decided that they had crossed too many boundaries for her to care and so she kissed him soundly on the lips.

*****

“As much fun as it is spinning around Sherlock, I am getting a bit dizzy and also, we both have- well, I need sleep for tomorrow.” Molly corrected herself, remembering the boy’s ability to go for days without sleep and her ability to need even more sleep, even after laying in bed well after lunchtime.

Sherlock stopped their spinning and held Molly upright by her upper-arms (she had underestimated how dizzy she actually was).

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Is Saturday lunchtime in Florean Fortescue’s okay for dance lessons?”

She really doubted the practicality of having a dance lesson in a ice cream parlour, but Molly also knew to doubt the possibility of dance lessons as she went forward in agreeing with his proposition.

Description
Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes dancing

I just found a really cool head cannon about hufflepuffs getting on really well with slytherins, and hence, this was born.

(new)
Just made this 'little' fic (take the word 'little' with a pinch of salt):

How he’d managed to break into the Hufflepuff common room and then infiltrate the girl’s dorm; she didn’t particularly care or even want to know. However, why Sherlock Holmes had decided that 10:30 at night was a good time to dance was something she really had an itch to know about, and in particular, why did he think it was a good idea to dance with her? She was the most notoriously uncoordinated person in the whole of the school.
He was supposed to be the genius for God’s sake.

It was the way of Molly Hooper to simply oblige without question when someone asked her to do something, but to be honest, she was incapable of resisting if these hands went within 30 centimetres of her skin and right now, both hands were actually on her.

She wasn’t going to pull away, no she was rather enjoying whatever he was doing to make sure her feet stayed untangled and actually, they seemed to gain some sort of grace. Maybe it was the lack of her usual clumpy shoes, or - of course, a spell, she should have known.

But that question of ‘why?’ still pestered her. She took her eyes off the four slowly rotating walls that she had been staring into and locked eyes with his.

“Uh…Sherlock? Are you-“

She had to stop talking as he pulled her to his body, securing her there with an arm round her waist.

If this was some sort of ploy he could bloody well forget it.

“You’re actually quite graceful if you take your mind off being just that.” Sherlock stated, taking advantage of her sudden silence.

“What?”

“Dancing. You can dance- well, I wouldn’t go that far, maybe with some tutoring.”

So there was a reason, he had come all the way down to the Hufflepuff common room, to find her and tell her that she could, or could not - she wasn’t quite sure - dance.
He had some bloody nerve.

Molly put the distance back between them, giving him a scowl to show him that she was not in the least bit happy with him.

“Sherlock please, it’s 10:30 at night, I’m tired, I don’t want to talk about my lack of dancing skills. Just, go back to bed.” She began to walk back towards the girl’s dormitory, before her hand was caught by the confusing bastard and he spun her back to his chest.

“Well then, when would you like to talk about your dancing skills?” He said quietly, with a small grin tugging at his lips. “Would the Yule Ball do?”

And with that she was an absolute stuttering mess.

“Y-yes. Fine. Fine. Fine. Yes. Fine. Fine. Yes. Thank you. Yes.” was the basic gist of her reply.

“Good.” Sherlock said warmly with a smile spreading quickly across his face.

They began to spin slowly again, until Molly decided that they had crossed too many boundaries for her to care and so she kissed him soundly on the lips.

*****

“As much fun as it is spinning around Sherlock, I am getting a bit dizzy and also, we both have- well, I need sleep for tomorrow.” Molly corrected herself, remembering the boy’s ability to go for days without sleep and her ability to need even more sleep, even after laying in bed well after lunchtime.

Sherlock stopped their spinning and held Molly upright by her upper-arms (she had underestimated how dizzy she actually was).

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Is Saturday lunchtime in Florean Fortescue’s okay for dance lessons?”

She really doubted the practicality of having a dance lesson in a ice cream parlour, but Molly also knew to doubt the possibility of dance lessons as she went forward in agreeing with his proposition.