"Because everybody needs something to complain about. Otherwise they have nothing to talk about," Dean told her. Which was probably true. If the Hogwarts students didn't have shite to complain about, they'd probably just all go mute.
"Definitely not on. Bit of a chicken move really, Daph. But I suppose I can forgive you. Since you're not in Gryff anyway," Dean teased. He watched her step in closer and brushed her hair back again, letting his thumb brush over her ear. "So that's the only time you want to see me? When I'm useful enough to save you from something?" he asked.
They were out in the open. So just standing this close was completely stupid. Let alone kissing her, which Dean still somehow found himself leaning in to do, just a light brush of lips against hers.