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Dean just shook his head ignoring her somewhat, and focusing on the fact she had hit him. “Please do not touch the merchandise; I will say you are sabotaging the Slytherin quidditch team with doing such things.” He laughed before looking at head of them again, and laughing at her comments. “Them jealous of you? That would be the day, who wants to be like your, or you for that matter. I’m sorry that you are you, it must be hard.” He looked at her as if he had said nothing at all, and appeared completely innocent. He even pushed his glasses back up his nose. “And thanks for the forced compliment, it means so much.” It actually did because he knew it was as close as she would get to admitting she enjoyed his company like he enjoyed hers.

“You, too bitchy? You passed that mark years ago.” He rolled his eyes, Morag be too bitchy that was a laugh. It was amusing in his mind. He let the whole thing about her standards pass by since he had other things on his mind. When she said she was rendered speechless and even laughed he admittedly felt a bit awkward. Dean scratched the back of his neck and sighed. “Yes I am being serious; I have messed around with Sam twice now. And bloody hell it is amazing.” Dean paused for a second, “not that you want to know that. Anyway he is being a right ass and I fucking hate right now, despite myself feeling completely different about it.” He looked away for a second and then back to her, “So yeah, just to clarify I just like guys.” He didn’t want Morag thinking he was bisexual because if he was telling her this he might as well spill it all.