Dean understood the consequences on a less dire level. He knew it wouldn't be healthy for both of them, that it'd cost Daphne family and friends - and that wasn't something he'd ask of her, anyway. Not on purpose. He was just having a hard time staying away. But he didn't realize how dangerous it really might be.
He just knew she was a pretty girl who sometimes made him laugh, and sometimes frustrated him, and always kind of interested him.
He shoved his hands in his pockets as she tucked hers behind her back, blowing a slightly exasperated breath. "Not too bad. Bit slow around here, seems like. Slow's probably a bit letter than whatever the alternative, but still dull." It wasn't that boring. He got to hear about Seamus' lessons now, and there was Quidditch, and D.A., and worrying. But otherwise. . .
He studied her. Daphne didn't look shy, or nervous much, but he thought he saw a definite little flash of uncertainty there. "What about you?" He hesitated and then teased with a slight smile. "Miss me?" It came out a little too sincere, even if he was kidding.