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Forget?
"That felt good," Dean smiled slowly and waited for Valerie to slide in next to him before draping his arms around her.
"Hmmm. It really did," she agreed. "I don't know why we didn't think of this earlier."
"Well," he chuckled and ran his fingers lazily over her back, "you can thank Ron for the idea."
"I'll be sure to do that," she giggled, "just not while Hermione's listening."
"Exactly."
"Dean?" She lifted her head to look at him properly.
"Yeah?"
"You had another nightmare last night," she said bluntly, not at all surprised when his gazed slid from her to the fireplace and stayed fixed there.
"I know," he admitted. "Sorry if I disturbed you."
"I don't care about that," she said quickly, letting her head fall back on his chest. "I think you should talk to someone though."
"What?" He snorted derisively. "Just because of a couple of nightmares?"
"A couple?" She sighed heavily and disentangled herself from his arms to sit up and face him fully. "You can't shag yourself into forgetting."
He grunted and shrugged, still staring at the fire. "It's getting better," he said, a little defensively. "Anyway," he finally looked at her, a small frown creasing his forehead, "you should take your own advice."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbled.
"Don't you?" He asked pointedly, sitting up himself. "I saw the way you were when they were talking about Azkaban the other day."
She wrinkled her nose and half-shrugged, but said nothing, and didn't protest when he pulled her against his chest and settled them both back down against the pillows.
"Anyway, you can't deny the shagging pushes it all away."
"True that," she conceded, shivering slightly when one of his large hands slid down her back and cupped her arse. "When do we have to be at Hagrid's for tea?"
"Not for an hour at least," he muttered, regarding her through half-shut eyes when she slid over him. "Any ideas on how we can waste the time?"
"Yeah," she kissed him lightly on the mouth, "I think we'll find something to do."