"If she decides she wants to though, think I can watch?" Dean teased again, watching her pull her hands back, shrink away. Dean felt like a wanker for having brought the mood down. But he didn't want to get her hurt. And he could be reasonable. He could. No matter how pretty she was, or how well she snogged, or how often he thought of her.
"Yeah. . . I know I am. I just wish I wasn't," Dean admitted quietly. They could maybe sneak about. For a while. But things like that always got found out at Hogwarts. And Dean was pretty sure he'd get tired of that eventually, and start to resent it. He wasn't a secretive bloke. He could keep secrets when he had to, of course. But he didn't like hiding things. "My family doesn't give a toss who I date, or know what I do here, and my Housemates would think I was daf, but they wouldn't hate me for it. I don't think it's me who'd lose out over it, Daph." He really wanted to wrap an arm around her - she looked sad, and Dean was protective enough that he wanted to keep her from feeling that way. "So. . . where does that leave us, you think?"