naked; dean thomas

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After the war, it was like Dean was just a puppet who had some unenthusiastic person pulling the strings. He would sleep, eat, then Apple would come over and distract him, before they ate together and then he slept again.

The depression hit hard and hit his heart. Dean fell into a weekly routine of writing letters to Horace Slughorn, in regards to Dean's constant asking for a potion that would put him to sleep and never wake him up. Deep down, Dean knew that the effort was hopeless. He couldn't leave Apple on her own.

Dean was so used to having Seamus by his side that when he didn't feel the warmth of Seamus normally, lightly charted skin, he felt was like someone had slowly driven a dull knife into his stomach and was twisting it around and around.

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For last months of sixth year, Dean had felt protected; safe. Every night once they knew the boys were asleep, Seamus would come and place soft kisses down Dean's stomach before going back to his own bed- leaving Dean wanting and begging for more. Then inbetween classes, the boys would make out in the same broom closet for five minutes before going to their next class.

Apple had never felt real love before until she met Dean and Seamus. It wasn't the type of love where she wanted to make out with either of them every second of every day, but the type of love that makes you feel warm inside and smells like Dean's mother's cinnamon cookies that always tasted like heaven. The two boys made her feel whole and like she was truly loved. And the friendship that the trio made up for the awful childhood she had had, from the racial slurs from the kids at the prestigious primary school she went to that was filled with privileged white children to the day she was kicked out when her muggle parents found out she was a witch.

Seamus' death left both Dean and Apple scarred and terrified. Both young adults had witnessed the Seamus' awful death and whenever Apple closed her eyes she saw the horrific sight of her best friends foot being swallowed by that vicious werewolf.

Some nights sleep would overtake the girl and she would wake up shaking and scared. The only she could calm down was when she thought about Deans lips on hers and and the gentle kisses he would place on her thighs.

Their intimacy was only a distraction, and the thought alone distracted Apple enough to be able to sleep soundly.