Dean

illustrator and cartoonist for the Daily Prophet, and.. not an asshole. Part of Arcofredemption

[deanythomas]

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Ginny had mostly gotten used to running into Lavender in the lift and in the hallways She had even managed to mostly suppress vivid memories of Lavender’s lips glued to her brother’s in various compromising positions over the course of a year. She was becoming comfortable with the new arrangement. 

But running into her own ex coming out of Lavender’s apartment - and she had little doubt as to why he had been there - brought the situation to a new level of weird that she just wasn’t equipped to handle. As such, she did not pretend to hide the way her mouth fell open in surprise at the sight of him. 

Her shock, however, transformed into a completely different emotion the moment he opened his mouth to speak. 

“I - Wh - We’re not - “ she spluttered for a moment, gobsmacked and trying to decide which part of his ludicrous accusation was most worth denying. Anger was bringing colour to her cheeks, heating the tips of her ears. She gestured to all of Dean and finally managed, “Do you really think this is an opportune moment for I told you so?” 

“Why not?” He said, with a light shrugg, palms open, facing her, as to show he was not being agressive. He just wanted answers. That had been the worst part of this breakup. He never got it confirmed or denied if she had been using him to get to Harry. Perhaps that was why he had been struggling so much with moving on, the lack of knowing. If only she could do him the favor of confirming that it was true. If only he could know for certain that their relationship was never real, and one sides... then maybe he could finally move on and stop wondering if he was the one who ruined the best thing he ever had. 

“I’m not ashamed, In fact, I have nothing to hide. Lav knows what there is no strings attached, and... you know... that I’m not using her to get to someone else.” This was stupid, not to mention that he felt like his voice might break if he spoke and stood there talking to her a second longer. “You know what.. forget about it. Whatever you and Harry are or aren’t means nothing to me. But at least have the courage to be honest about it.” He walked past her, not wanting the one thing between him and the exit being the ginger beauty in front of him. 

[lavenderaurelia]

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Lavender had been relatively sober since the war. She didn’t like the idea of being inhibited in anyway, never mind that her lycanthropy truly was only of worry the week or so before and after the moon. The whole affair still presented an opportunity for her to be weak, something that she truly tried to avoid at all costs nowadays. However, she usually made an exception on her temperance when Dean Thomas was involved. Not that he pressured her or was pushy in anyway, he truly was just the only person Lavender consistently trusted herself to be anywhere near inebriated around. 

Dean had been one of her dearest and closest friends for ages. They’d grown up together, shared similar backgrounds with mixed Muggle backgrounds, and the pair just clicked in a way Lavender didn’t with most people. Along with Parvati and Seamus, and the occasional tag along from Neville, the lot of them made up a tightly knit pack all through Hogwarts. Even though Parvati had been the one she’d bonded fastest with, Dean was quite possibly the one she bonded deepest with, at least out of the three boys. He’d been the only other student who understood her love of the mundane in the Muggle world, and she passed away many, many evenings of her school days sprawled on the grass near the lake with him, either studying together or watching him draw. It was a type of comfortable Lavender was unfamiliar with, but enjoyed immensely.

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[deanythomas]

When Dean thought about the year he lost being on the run, it frustrated him. He lost his final year of school with his best friend and all the other people in the circle. Sure, they said it had been hell on earth, but at least they were together, and seemed to have taken it for granted. However, when he saw Lavender, he always had to take his own thoughts captive. That girl had lost the same things he had and more. After the war, Dean was fine, physically. Lavender, however, was changed for life, with no way of getting healed. it put things into perspective, that perhaps he was a lucky one after all.

However, that didn’t mean he treated her like porcelain. Quite the opposite, as he knew it would probably bother Lavender more if people started treating her differently. “If you wanted a guardian angle you should have called Parvati.” He said, holding up to fingers to the barista for him to get them something good. It was on the house, as Dean had made sure to draw a pretty impressive advertisement for them a year back. “So what are we having today? I’m starving.” Yet he it wasn’t just food he was starving for. All of a sudden he got the sensation of longing for closeness and affection, as even his best friend seemed to have taken some distance from him. 

[deanythomas]

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Lavender had fallen asleep by the time Dean sat up and looked at the time. Shit! The curfew was about to begin in just half an hour. He needed to get back to his own apartment before he got in more trouble than he needed. He put his clothes back on, jumping around the young woman’s room. Once every piece had be retrieved, he quietly exited the bedroom, closing the door slowly behind him. He had been so focused on being quiet that the sound of a door being unlocked made him jump.

He turned around to see the familiar brown eyes and ginger hair of the first girl to even capture his attention.. and eventually heart. Ginny Weasley. It was awkward to say the least. In fact, they hadn’t really spoke after their break up his sixth year at Hogwarts, and his seventh was spent on the run. “Hey..” He said with an awkward chuckle, fully aware that Ginny probably knew all about his arrangements with Lavender at this point. 

“I..eh... I guess I was right about Harry, ey?” He asked with an even more awkward chuckle, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t help himself. It was what he had wanted to say when he saw her during the battle, but... figured it was best not to. Now that she was standing in front of him... why not. Yet there wasn’t accusation in his voice, but rather pain of knowing his deepest fear was correct. She had used him to get to Harry Potter.

[oliverdwood]

Oliver Wood without Quidditch was like a fish without water. A snitch floating in the air endlessly without a Seeker to catch it. He felt lost. Even more so than the time he almost drowned himself in the showers after losing a game at Hogwarts. At least back then he still had a game to lose. Needless to say he wasn’t doing so well at the moment. It took him a while to notice a person in front of him, they could’ve called out his name several times and he wouldn’t have heard it, too deep in wallowing in his misery.  “I’m sorry, did you say something?” 

[deanythomas]

“I said.. hate to be that guy but... at least you’re playing professionally...” He said, letting his jealousy over the fact that Oliver and Seamus made it and he didn’t. That Wood would make it was no question, but... to be honest, he thought it would be him, and not Seamus flying professionally. At the end of the day, he just wasn’t disciplined enough. Why would he be, he barely had to work for anything a day in his life. “But I agree.. it’s overkill. You don’t cancel Quidditch.” 

[deanythomas]

“Not my best work, but it’s alright.” Dean said, putting down the daily prophet back on the table. His cartoony creation of a wizard knocking a piece of wood with the words “closed” over the front door of his shop had made the third page of the paper. “Seems a bit overkill to close down the stores if you ask me.. Hell, even Weasley’s shop got to remain open even after people knew You Know Who had returned.” She shook his head, wondering why the ministry were suddenly taking this so much more seriously than five years ago. Perhaps if they had done so back then, he wouldn’t have had to be on the run for a year.

Dean himself had failed to show up at the Gala. First of all, it was not his style, second of all, he dreaded a reunion with everyone from school. He had been on top of his game back then. Good at Quidditch, decent in school, and wanted by more than one lady each year. Now he was a minimum wage cartoonist, while his best friend was the successful Quidditch player. “You were there right? What happened?” he asked the other person, wanting to know what really happened.

[chosen-one-factory]

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[thecelestialcelebi]

Dean is great at healing spells. He has to be, he’s the one who heals Seamus when he sets himself on fire.

[napo-con-fritas]

From PoA

And OotP

We can conclude Dean Thomas is Professor Lupin’s biggest fan or he had a massive crush on Remus, how many students had a crush on the young, angsty Professor Lupin?