"Your arse can sleep in tomorrow," Dean promised with a snort.
He watched Fang dash out, shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat against the chill in the air as they walked out. "Guess so. He gets cooped up inside a bit more now that he's staying with us, probably." Not that Seamus didn't take care of him and get him out often enough, but Dean was pretty sure Hagrid would just open the door to his hut and let the dog loose most of the time, and with Fang in the castle, they had to take him out less often, even if some of their fellow Gryffindors and D.A. were more than happy to help out sometimes.
Dean gave him another look, but then nodded. "Yeah, you told me. Guess it's for the best that we all know. I thought you'd mostly sussed it out, though. Back when we were all learning."