Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 439 Do you really have to let that girl pin you against the wall?
King's Cross Station.

Sherlock raised his hand and gently stroked the right cheek that Hermione had kissed. The touch was delicate and fleeting, as if it had left an invisible, faint mark on his face.

His fingertips seemed to still retain a trace of Hermione's warmth, carrying her body temperature.

Sunlight streamed through the station's glass dome, illuminating his gaze as he looked at Hermione.

Even so, his gray eyes remained as calm as ever, like a deep pool without ripples.

Only the slight upward twitch of his eyebrow revealed a hint of barely perceptible inquiry.

"So Gemma told you?"

Even though he was kissed by a girl in public, his voice remained as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

"What did you say?"

Hermione already knew from Gemma how Sherlock reacted after being kissed by Gemma.

Having anticipated this, she wasn't surprised by Sherlock's calm reaction.

However, after hearing Sherlock's question, she began to play dumb.

What Gemma?
What do you mean?
I don't know!

However, Hermione forgot one thing.

Before Sherlock, any lie is like transparent glass, impossible to hide.

Moreover, she is different from others.

Sherlock knew her body inside and out.

Of course, for Hermione herself, another reason was that she was a little panicked.

The boy who was kissed by the girl didn't panic, but the girl who kissed him panicked.

This may seem absurd, but it is actually normal.

Because the boy who was kissed was Sherlock Holmes.

The girl who kissed the boy harbored an even more secret thought in her heart:
if you can.

If it weren't for the constant flow of people around.

If not for the parents and Sherlock's family watching with smiles from a short distance.

What she really wanted to kiss was a place that could express a closer relationship.

Instead of simply kissing Sherlock's cheek like Gemma did.

It was precisely because Gemma kissed Sherlock's left cheek that she deliberately chose the right one.

Unfortunately... there are no "what ifs".

She can't.

Being able to kiss Sherlock in public had exhausted all the courage she had been holding onto for so long, and even her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Standing here now, recalling that hasty yet determined kiss just now, her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

"I think you two must have already discussed it."

Sherlock chuckled softly, his tone towards Hermione carrying a hint of understanding:

"She kissed my left cheek, but you just kissed my right cheek."

This statement was supposed to be somewhat ambiguous, but when it came out of Sherlock's mouth, it was all precise. Where was the ambiguity?
Far from being ambiguous, it was like a bolt of lightning that shattered the shell of courage Hermione had painstakingly built up.

The composure she had been trying to maintain was instantly replaced by a burning blush, even her ears turned slightly red.

"Sherlock, I...I don't know what you're talking about!"

Hermione's voice sounded a little weak.

The toes unconsciously rubbed against the ground.

She dared not look directly into Sherlock's gray eyes, which seemed to see through everything.

So he could only look over his shoulder in a flustered manner, towards the direction of his parents.

However, she noticed that her mother's smile looked too happy!

Dad... Dad's expression seems a bit complicated?

"Hi, good afternoon, little ones!"

The parents, who were full of anticipation, did not appear in time.

Instead, Mrs. Holmes appeared at just the right moment to be with Sherlock and Hermione.

She wore a well-tailored beige trench coat, and a bright, almost gratified smile graced her face.

Her gaze swept over her son's right cheek where Hermione had kissed him, then fell on Hermione's flushed face, and her smile deepened.

It was a sense of relief, a feeling of letting go of a long-standing worry.

Are you discussing something interesting?

Mrs. Holmes asked the question knowing the answer already, her voice carrying a comforting warmth.

She very naturally placed one hand gently on her son's shoulder.

Sherlock relaxed for a moment as his mother approached.

Mrs. Holmes' other hand naturally wrapped around Hermione's still slightly feverish shoulder, half-protecting her to her side.

"That was so cute, wasn't it? Youth is wonderful!"

Hermione quickly said, "Hello, Aunt Holmes."

Great, Mother… no, Sherlock’s mother has arrived just in time?
Mrs. Holmes gently patted Hermione, and that affection instantly dispelled most of Hermione's embarrassment.

"It was truly an impressive scene."

A slightly deep but gentle male voice came through; it was Mr. Granger.

After Mrs. Holmes took the initiative, he couldn't stand still any longer and rushed over immediately.

But at this moment, the smile on his face seemed more professional, as if he were putting in even more effort than when he was seeing patients at the clinic.

His gaze toward Hermione was tender, but when he turned to Sherlock, it became sharp and complex, filled with scrutiny.

Knowing son Moruo father.

Hermione is intelligent and opinionated, but she always seems like a different person in front of Sherlock.

Especially that proactive kiss just now.

As a father, even though I rationally know that this is just an expression of youthful friendship, I can't help but feel a sour feeling that my own cabbage is about to be taken away.

No, judging from what just happened, it was clearly their own cabbage that voluntarily followed along.

This feeling welled up uncontrollably, but he managed to suppress it and prevent it from showing too obviously.

However, when she met Sherlock's gaze, the brief pause and the slightly pursed corners of her mouth betrayed a hint of her thoughts.

Just then, Mrs. Granger, with a warm smile, quickly caught up.

The way she looked at Sherlock, who was always open-minded, was completely different from how she looked at Mr. Granger; it was as if she were looking at her own child.

"Hey, Sherlock! You look great!"

How was your school year? Hermione mentioned quite a few of the little troubles you two solved together in her letter.

She deliberately emphasized the word "together," a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"That adorable scene just now really warmed our hearts as parents."

She made no secret of her affection for Sherlock and her delight at Hermione's initiative to kiss him.

There was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, as if to say, "My girl has such good taste."

"Have a pleasant holiday, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger."

Sherlock nodded slightly, his manners impeccable, as if he hadn't just been kissed.

His gaze lingered for half a second on the barely perceptible, complex expression on Mr. Granger's face.

Mr. Granger's barely concealed discomfort did not escape Sherlock's notice.

But Sherlock did not understand why Mr. Granger would have such feelings towards him.

This scene seemed familiar. "It was just a kiss on the cheek, is it really that big of a deal?"

Sherlock tilted his head, finding it somewhat incomprehensible.

He seemed quite used to and at ease with his mother's overly enthusiastic expression of satisfaction.

Mr. Holmes finally came over and stood beside his wife.

At this moment, a rare, faint but genuine smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't look at Sherlock's face, but instead swept a meaningful glance over his son, then nodded to Hermione:
"You must have had a long journey, Hermione. I hope you took good care of Sherlock at school and he didn't cause you any trouble."

"What are you saying? Hermione is completely taken care of by Sherlock at school."

Mrs. Granger responded with a smile, affectionately taking her still somewhat embarrassed daughter's arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

After a round of mutual flattery, a small circle quickly formed on the platform.

Both mothers wore warm and meaningful smiles, their gazes shifting between Sherlock and Hermione, and an unspoken, pleasant atmosphere filled the air.

The Holmes' eyes met, and Varita winked gently at Tanan, conveying unspoken joy.

Their fears that Sherlock would suffer the same fate as Mycroft seemed to have vanished because of Hermione's courageous act.

Mr. Granger took a deep breath.

He glanced at his daughter, who was nestled between Mrs. Holmes and his own wife, her cheeks still flushed.

Then I saw that boy who was always calm and composed, unlike his peers, and noticed that he was not at all uncomfortable with the subtle atmosphere around him.

This extraordinary rationality somewhat lessened Mr. Granger's bitterness at the thought of his daughter being abducted.

But he couldn't help clearing his throat, trying to steer the conversation back to everyday matters:

"Um, what are your plans for the holiday, Sherlock?"

“It’s being planned, Mr. Granger.”

Sherlock turned his gaze back to Hermione's father, "If I'm not mistaken, it should involve strengthening one's own abilities and exploring the truth."

Of course, we will also ensure that you get plenty of rest.

His answer was as clear and logical as ever.

Hermione couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "The definition of sufficient rest time is probably different for us ordinary people..."

The sound wasn't loud, but it made both mothers chuckle at the same time.

Mr. Granger looked at the boy's serious expression and his daughter's helpless yet habitual complaints, and finally relaxed his tightly pursed lips.

A resigned smile appeared on his face:

"That's good. Studies are important, but you should also enjoy your vacation."

He reached out his hand, finally uttered these words, and patted Sherlock on the shoulder.

Seeing this, Mrs. Holmes's smile became even brighter:
"Alright, the kids are tired after getting off the train, let's not stand here."

There'll be plenty of time to meet again during the holidays, Sherlock. Say goodbye to Hermione.

Sherlock turned to Hermione as instructed, his tone as usual, as if the kiss had never happened:
Goodbye, Hermione.

“Goodbye, Sherlock,” Hermione said, trying to make her voice sound natural. “Have a nice holiday.”

The two families said their goodbyes and went their separate ways on the platform.

Mrs. Holmes, arm in arm with her husband, could no longer suppress her smile and murmured in admiration:

"It seems our dear Sherlock has finally figured it out?"

Or rather, Miss Granger really did us a huge favor!

Mr. Holmes's smile deepened.

He turned around and saw Mr. Granger, who was pushing his luggage, looking in their direction. He then waved to him in greeting.

After the family was seated, he steadily started the car and, while driving on the road, couldn't help but ask:
"Sherlock, how did it feel after Hermione kissed you?"

“I don’t feel anything,” Sherlock said calmly. “Isn’t that normal?”

"Normal? How can this be considered normal?"

Mrs. Holmes suddenly realized something, "Could it be that this isn't your first time..."

"how is this possible?"

Mr. Holmes chuckled, "Judging from Hermione's expression just now, it must have been her first time."

"That's right..."

"This isn't the first time."

"what?"

"what!"

The couple were both taken aback upon hearing this.

Mr. Holmes, in particular, pulled the car over to the side of the road before turning to look at Sherlock in the back seat:

"Say it again?"

“I said, this isn’t the first time.”

Under the astonished gazes of Sherlock and his wife, Sherlock calmly and composedly said:

"Just last night, Gemma kissed my cheek at school, on the left side."

"You all seem quite surprised?"

Sherlock tilted his head and, for the first time, uttered the words he had always wanted to say but never had the chance to:
"It was just a kiss on the cheek, is it really that big of a deal?"

Of course it is!

Mr. Holmes just said that Hermione's first time was definitely the first time.

It turned out that Hermione was indeed a virgin, but their son wasn't!

Gemma Farley, an image of a beautiful and elegant young woman, simultaneously appeared in both of their minds.

She actually got there before Hermione?
Well done!

only……

Mr. and Mrs. Holmes exchanged a glance, and the couple simultaneously realized something important.

Even though two girls have already openly expressed their love for Sherlock.

However, his own son was a blockhead!
"Sherlock, you..."

Mrs. Holmes, in particular, was nearly driven mad by her son.

Do you really need a girl to pin you against a wall and kiss you on the lips before you understand what this means?

On the other side, Mrs. Granger, arm in arm with Hermione, was discussing their holiday plans in high spirits.

Mr. Granger walked beside them, silently pushing the luggage.

His gaze lingered on his daughter for a long time before finally turning into a deep, soft light.

He glanced back instinctively; the Holmes family was just about to get into their car.

Tanan noticed his gaze and waved to him in a friendly manner.

Mr. Granger looked away and began to convince himself.

Okay, if it has to be this way...

That kid is good enough, and he's a target that Hermione would dare to take the initiative to pursue.

He tightened his grip on the luggage handle, feeling the heavy yet sweet sense of responsibility.

It's clearly too early to talk about these things now; there's still a long road ahead.

For these two teenagers, aged fourteen or fifteen, their story has just begun to unfold.

Mr. Granger took a deep breath of the station air, which smelled of coal smoke, and finally smiled with relief.

In any case, Hermione at least seemed brave and happy.

(End of this chapter)