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Stiles waggled his eyebrows at Derek as he sheathed his wand again. Stiles was ridiculously brave sometimes when it came to double entendres when they were so obviously just joking. No way in hell that a dude who looked and brooded the way Derek did would take Stiles seriously as a romantic possibility. So silly flirting was safe through the twisted logic Stiles applied to life. 

Derek felt the back of his neck heat at the ‘baby’ that left Stiles’ lips. He hadn’t been called something like that in a very long time. He shook the feeling off and focuses on Stiles’ words.

Stiles laughed brightly as he lightly kicked a stone off into the trees.

Stiles watched the path of the cigarette, his eyebrows twitching up as Sherlock put it out against his inner palm. His eyes darted back up to Sherlock’s as though to assess what that was about, but it was obviously a practiced gesture. Everyone had their habits, Stiles’ didn’t include putting out cigarettes on himself, but variety was the spice of life.

Stiles’ eyebrows jerked up in surprise at the easy admittance of theft.  Stiles wasn’t the sort to care, but it was certainly interesting that Sherlock admitted to stealing from his grandfather so easily. He made a mental note of the password Sherlock uttered to enter the room, the... prefect’s baths. Stiles hadn’t ever been in here before, but knowing the password and the location could definitely come in handy in the future.

“Hey--oooh whoa!” Stiles’ body began to walk without input from his mind. “This spell is dang creepy, you know that?” Stiles said conversationally as they walked past the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room.

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Sherlock sighed as he roamed up and down the halls on his prefect ordered patrol. the nice thing about the empty hall’s was the silence , it was relaxing to somebody who heard just about every little conversation and noticed the most minuscule of detail however the lack of stimulation had it’s downside as well. nothing to examine besides the castle it’s self and just the north hall’s repeatedly non the less. 

Stiles hurried through the halls, trying to move quietly, and quickly. No one had caught him on his way out, and no one had caught him as he came back in. He was nearly back to the tower now, and being found after everything else just seemed ridiculous. Of course that was when the spell hit him in the back.

Natasha smirked as Stiles shut up, eyebrows lifting a little. It was nice to see that he could understand even the basics of sneaking around. Rule one, after all, was never get caught. Much easier when people would shut up.

Stiles hesitated for a moment, eyeing her as though this could all be an elaborate prank, before he bit at his lip as though bracing himself and handed the parchment piece over. She wasn’t showing any signs of nastiness yet, and while yes, she was a Slytherin and could likely fake it, normally Slytherins had a motive for doing so. Stiles didn’t really have anything she might want. At least he didn’t think so. Even this logic hunt he was on wasn’t much more than a small mystery in a school dripping with mysteries.

Tony stretches out and reaches for the blanket near Stiles. “Are we really having a numbered list of discussion points this early in the morning?” He sighs when he realizes it’s still stuck under the kid. ”Let’s see. One- My bed, so, two, you’re actually in my bed. Two point five- I’m in my own bed. So maybe take your own advice and get into your own bed. Three- At least now I know your name. It’d be terrible to climb into bed with someone I don’t know.”

Stiles groaned, dropping his head into his hands. He felt the blanket tug away, leaving him all by himself on the floor. Wonderful start to his morning. After a moment Stiles sighed, cheeks pink from Tony’s insinuation that something had happened. He looked up, face determined. He deliberately stood and then sat down on his bed. His. It was his bed. Stiles’ bed!

Stiles waggled his eyebrows at Derek as he sheathed his wand again. Stiles was ridiculously brave sometimes when it came to double entendres when they were so obviously just joking. No way in hell that a dude who looked and brooded the way Derek did would take Stiles seriously as a romantic possibility. So silly flirting was safe through the twisted logic Stiles applied to life. 

Stiles kept his eyes on his feet this time, no way he was nearly falling on his ass twice in the same day in front of the same guy. “Oh yeah. Second tree to the right and straight on till morning, right?” Stiles smiled down at his feet and carefully stepped over a sneaky tree root.

Derek rose an eyebrow at Stiles as he left the greenhouse. Stiles would probably better then expected, but not enough for Derek’s adrenaline to start going.

Stiles laughed, waving a hand over his shoulder jauntily without looking back at Derek. He was absolutely going to keep calling Derek dude. He imagined that Derek had that pinched expression on his face that the guy sported a good fifty percent of the time. It was like Derek was constantly baffled and wary of Stiles, and it just showed how odd Stiles was that he wasn’t put off by it. It just made him want to poke playfully at the grouchy gus.

Tomorrow after dinner. Stiles nodded, eyes roaming over Derek as though searching for some hint that this might be a prank of some kind. He wanted to believe that it wasn’t, and it wasn’t like Derek was the one that had tracked Stiles down.

Derek smirked at Stiles’ assumption of hexing. It absolutely wouldn’t help his frustration levels. But he just might enjoy it, so there was that.

The sight of that smirk on Derek’s lips caused Stiles’ own to curl up in response. This was all so odd, he had no idea why he was having such strong reactions to this guy. Sure, Stiles had decided to kinda... follow him and force Stiles’ company on the guy, but that wasn’t entirely out of character for Stiles. He fixated and obsessed. Normally it wasn’t on a person, but still.

Stiles laughed, nodding. “That is definitely true. Plus you’ll get to hex the pants off me, which will probably be good for your frustration levels.” Derek looked like he was wound a bit tightly, and this way when Stiles annoyed the guy, hopefully that annoyance would just be channeled into the learning. Everyone benefited. Stiles found it a bit difficult to believe that most people would ever willingly choose his company just because they wanted to.

“Well, there’s no real reason for you to have practiced something like that outside of school.” Most kids sat in the class knowing they would mostly never need it. And it was true, most of them wouldn’t.