A/N:This chapter's line mentions the phone. We'll just conveniently ignore that please and thank you.

When she's sad, stay on the phone with her, even if she's not saying anything.

We've been sitting in the common room since the end of classes, didn't even bother to go down for dinner. We've been sitting in silence the majority of the time too. She had a depressing day, all starting at breakfast.

We were eating and talking, everything was going fine. Then the owl post arrived. She had gotten detention with Snape last Saturday and Sunday and wouldn't it figure he'd owl her mum about it. Right nasty letter she got, just lucky it wasn't a howler. Nevertheless, her mum sent her a very angry letter; all sorts of threats made for her to behave respectfully. It wasn't even that big of a deal. So she mouthed off to him a bit, others have done much worse.

To make the day even more wonderful she had potions first thing this morning. Maybe Snape's out to make her life miserable because he had a surprise exam today. And she definitely wasn't prepared for that. How she managed to even hold in her temper and not get in more trouble is beyond me.

So when lunch came around you'd think maybe her day would get a little better right? You'd be terribly wrong. As she sat there ranting about Snape, ever the helpful friend Seamus knocked over his goblet of pumpkin juice, all down the front of Gin's shirt. She couldn't even bring herself to yell at him. She just slammed down her fork and left the Great Hall, me on her tail with her bag.

Now she has to have had enough right? Wrong again. She made it through classes fine, but some where between her last class to the dorm, her bag ripped.

I had been doing one of my assignments in when she came through the portrait. I looked up and quickly took in her exhausted face before my eyes traveled to the unorganized books and parchments in her hands. I quickly abandoned my work to relieve her of her things, making a mental note to owl her mum and buy her a new, sturdy bag.

I steered her towards the couch and sat her down. My mind desperately tries to think of any possible way to cheer her up. All ideas seemed to fail miserably though. She's basically in a state of melancholy, barely responding to me. I give up trying and we fall in to silence. I just sit there holding her hand, homework completely forgotten. Seamus even tried to get me to play a game of wizard's chess with him, but I promptly declined to stay with Gin. We may not be talking, but I know just having me there is reassuring.

"It's getting late love, you should go up to bed and get some rest," I suggest once the common room is practically empty.

"I'm not tired," she says in a dejected tone.

"Look baby, I know the day was terrible, but you need to get some sleep."

"I just want to stay here with you," she admits quietly.

"Alright love," I sigh, "as long as you at least go put some bed clothes on and let me do the same. Then I'll meet you right back here and we'll spend the night on the couch. Deal?"

"Thank you Dean," she says with a smile small, "you really are too wonderful for me."

Bed clothes on, I head back down to the common room, where we cuddle silently on the couch, for the rest of the night. The things I do for this girl.