Dean looked away. He'd thought at one point about taking all the sketches of Harry out, doing something safe with them like putting them in a vault or something. The last thing he wanted was someone using them. In the end, he'd figured he was being paranoid.
"Aye," he answered, and took another drink. "Keep going, I'd rather remember the sketches I did of Ginny. That was the year Ron wanted to pound my face in."