Name: Courtney Kathrys
Title: Dean Thomas
E-mail: Faeriedeath@hotmail.com
Summery: Fourth in the "Be But Sworn My Love" series. Ginny describes the shocking relationship she experienced with Dean Thomas.
Notes: This series is the prelude to the "We Were Only Two" series.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are by JK Rowling. I only own the plot.
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I don't think I can really explain Dean Thomas in a way that would make very much sense. I don't think that I can even remember Dean with much sanity at all; the time I spent with him was so tumultuous. In so many ways he was like Tom with his perfectionism, and possessiveness. In ways he was like Harry with his desire to do good and his sports obsession. In other ways he was like Michael with his politeness and his ability to set you at ease with a smile. But Dean and I were never good for each other, because we were never good enough for each other.
Like I said, I cannot explain it in a way that will make sense of the insanity. I began my relationship with Dean at the end of my fourth year, a little after my break up with Michael. I had just returned from the Department of Mysteries where Sirius had fallen through the veil. I thought I was alone in the common room and I just let myself cry, tears that I had held inside since my summer at St. Mungo's. I don't recall when Dean had come down stairs and seen me curled up on the floor sobbing, or when he came and placed his arms around me, or when I leaned my head on his shoulder and continued my torrent of tears while he rocked me. All I know is that I felt a body around me and it felt so warm, so familiar and so wanted. I don't know if I knew it was Dean, but I was kissing him, and it felt so good just to loose myself in a pair of lips, a slippery tongue and warm hands in my hair.
I remember knowing it was Dean when he pulled away, telling me that I was just upset, and that Ron would kill him if he happened to wonder down stairs and see us together. I told him I wasn't sorry, and he replied that he never said he was either. I smiled. That's when I started to like Dean. His subliminal arrogance and the fact that he knew exactly what he wanted and didn't rest till he had it. I found out that summer that he wanted me, and he pulled out all the stops in claiming me as his own.
We stayed at the Burrow that summer, and I don't know whether it was fortunate or not, because Dean showed up out of the blue and introduced himself to my Mum. That was smart, because gaining her on his side made turning him down nearly an impossible task. After he convinced Mum, he set to work on my brothers, a harder task, but as he proved, not impossible. So now my whole family was against me, wanting to know why, if I liked Dean, since I had stupidly admitted to Ron that I liked Dean in an effort to annoy him, why I didn't just date him.
So I did. And what followed was the most tumultuous year and a half of my life. As I said before, Dean knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew exactly what he wanted it to be, and to look like, and to act. He was so like Tom in that aspect that I fell for it completely. I cut my waist length hair for him, since he preferred short hair. I started wearing lip gloss and fixing up my new haircut, since he wanted me to look like a girl. I would walk the halls with him, and just smile patiently by his side, the perfect trophy girlfriend. But it was never good enough for him. Nothing was ever good enough and I thought that since he wasn't fawning over me like Michael that it was I who was doing something wrong. It was I who was the problem, and I who was the anomaly.
I remember when we first slept together, on the cold stone floor of the clichéd Astronomy Tower. I remember how when we had finished we rolled over, back to back, and didn't speak till morning. That became a trend in our shagging. I didn't realize that that wasn't normal. I remember the day after he was angry at me for not being a virgin. He was even angrier for not telling him who it was I had lost my virginity too, and assumed it was Michael. Michael was too polite to ever do something as crude as shag.
Dean wasn't as polite with me as I was with Michael, he didn't look for a reason to break up with me, he just did. He told me he was tired of me, and that I couldn't be what he wanted me to be. I told him I felt the same, but inside I was torn. What more could I have done? I didn't love him, I knew that... but I also knew that I never tried to love him; I was just so concerned with why he never loved me.
No one believed me of course, when I tried to detail my relationship with Dean. And Ron and my Mum wanted to know what I did to "scare that poor boy off." Nice to know that my family cares. No one believed Dean capable of being so cruel, so perfectionistic.
After all, something always is wrong with me... so why would this case have been any different?
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Title: Dean Thomas
E-mail: Faeriedeath@hotmail.com
Summery: Fourth in the "Be But Sworn My Love" series. Ginny describes the shocking relationship she experienced with Dean Thomas.
Notes: This series is the prelude to the "We Were Only Two" series.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are by JK Rowling. I only own the plot.
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I don't think I can really explain Dean Thomas in a way that would make very much sense. I don't think that I can even remember Dean with much sanity at all; the time I spent with him was so tumultuous. In so many ways he was like Tom with his perfectionism, and possessiveness. In ways he was like Harry with his desire to do good and his sports obsession. In other ways he was like Michael with his politeness and his ability to set you at ease with a smile. But Dean and I were never good for each other, because we were never good enough for each other.
Like I said, I cannot explain it in a way that will make sense of the insanity. I began my relationship with Dean at the end of my fourth year, a little after my break up with Michael. I had just returned from the Department of Mysteries where Sirius had fallen through the veil. I thought I was alone in the common room and I just let myself cry, tears that I had held inside since my summer at St. Mungo's. I don't recall when Dean had come down stairs and seen me curled up on the floor sobbing, or when he came and placed his arms around me, or when I leaned my head on his shoulder and continued my torrent of tears while he rocked me. All I know is that I felt a body around me and it felt so warm, so familiar and so wanted. I don't know if I knew it was Dean, but I was kissing him, and it felt so good just to loose myself in a pair of lips, a slippery tongue and warm hands in my hair.
I remember knowing it was Dean when he pulled away, telling me that I was just upset, and that Ron would kill him if he happened to wonder down stairs and see us together. I told him I wasn't sorry, and he replied that he never said he was either. I smiled. That's when I started to like Dean. His subliminal arrogance and the fact that he knew exactly what he wanted and didn't rest till he had it. I found out that summer that he wanted me, and he pulled out all the stops in claiming me as his own.
We stayed at the Burrow that summer, and I don't know whether it was fortunate or not, because Dean showed up out of the blue and introduced himself to my Mum. That was smart, because gaining her on his side made turning him down nearly an impossible task. After he convinced Mum, he set to work on my brothers, a harder task, but as he proved, not impossible. So now my whole family was against me, wanting to know why, if I liked Dean, since I had stupidly admitted to Ron that I liked Dean in an effort to annoy him, why I didn't just date him.
So I did. And what followed was the most tumultuous year and a half of my life. As I said before, Dean knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew exactly what he wanted it to be, and to look like, and to act. He was so like Tom in that aspect that I fell for it completely. I cut my waist length hair for him, since he preferred short hair. I started wearing lip gloss and fixing up my new haircut, since he wanted me to look like a girl. I would walk the halls with him, and just smile patiently by his side, the perfect trophy girlfriend. But it was never good enough for him. Nothing was ever good enough and I thought that since he wasn't fawning over me like Michael that it was I who was doing something wrong. It was I who was the problem, and I who was the anomaly.
I remember when we first slept together, on the cold stone floor of the clichéd Astronomy Tower. I remember how when we had finished we rolled over, back to back, and didn't speak till morning. That became a trend in our shagging. I didn't realize that that wasn't normal. I remember the day after he was angry at me for not being a virgin. He was even angrier for not telling him who it was I had lost my virginity too, and assumed it was Michael. Michael was too polite to ever do something as crude as shag.
Dean wasn't as polite with me as I was with Michael, he didn't look for a reason to break up with me, he just did. He told me he was tired of me, and that I couldn't be what he wanted me to be. I told him I felt the same, but inside I was torn. What more could I have done? I didn't love him, I knew that... but I also knew that I never tried to love him; I was just so concerned with why he never loved me.
No one believed me of course, when I tried to detail my relationship with Dean. And Ron and my Mum wanted to know what I did to "scare that poor boy off." Nice to know that my family cares. No one believed Dean capable of being so cruel, so perfectionistic.
After all, something always is wrong with me... so why would this case have been any different?
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