To Dean,
« I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest...
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IT WAS a cold afternoon and a small group of teenagers were gathered in the Gryffindor's common room, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Ron and Neville to be exact.
"And now, she doesn't send letters anymore." Dean said, as he stared at the fireplace.
"Maybe she is busy." Hermione answered, trying to comfort him.
"Or maybe she thinks he is a git," Seamus said with a laugh, soon joined by Ron.
Hermione sent Seamus and Ron a death glare, causing them to lower their heads. They knew this person meant a lot to Dean, they just thought it was kind of unreal how it had lasted so long yet they didn't know who it was.
"What about Ginny?" Hermione muttered, conscious it could create some tension between Dean and Ron.
And as expected, Ron groaned and left the common room silently.
"I don't know.." Dean answered, hoping he could change of subject. "And, where's Annabel? We haven't seen her all day!"
"She told me she had lots of work to do for potions and transfiguration." Neville said.
Dean leaned against the sofa, a quizzical look on his face as he guided his eyes towards Annabel's dormitory. He had noticed she had been distancing herself from almost everyone recently, and particularly him. He could not tell why, nothing had been happening or else he didn't know what it was.
But he missed the old Annabel, always joking around and never scared of anything.
"She's working more than me, it's bizarre, I must admit." Hermione pointed out, comforting Dean into his own opinion.
"She is bizarre, we need to know why.." Dean added, not aware a single second he was what had made Annabel so different.
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A/N the gif i cAN'T! do you guys ship Annabel and Dean already?
