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Dean Thomas x reader: (muggle studies.)

"I think that muggle studies is absolute crap."
I told my friends in the common room.

"What? Why?"

"Complete bull shit. Nothing about actual stuff muggles do! Like muggle school, I went there, you have lessons nine until three, and you have a designated teacher for each lesson."

"Oh yeah?"
Seamus encourages.

"The subjects you take are, Maths, English, Science, French, History, Geography, DT, and Art. I also don't really get how they mark stuff here."

"Why not?"
Dean curled some of my hair under his finger and tugged it playfully. Watching as the (h/c) locks descended down my shoulder again.

"At muggle school, there are things caked GCSE's and A levels, if you want to do anything with your life, then it is all decided with the scores you get on those tests in year eleven. Oh, and muggles only go to school until they're fifteen. Like at my old school, you would get grades 1-9. One being you've fucked up, and nine being you actually payed attention. Or grades A-F. I got an A star once form my art teacher, lovely man. I actually have some assignments from that in my trunk."

Ron, Seamus and Dean looked bewildered.

I pushed Dean off of me, as he was practically laying on top of me, and ran up to my dorm to get some of my old work from my time at high school.

"Here, this one was the one we had to do on realistic animals, and human realism. That's the one I got an A star and 9 on. Oh, and this is a pen-"
I handed them a pen.

"It's like a quill, but the ink is already in it, it's ballpoint so you can outline things as well."

They all marvelled the objects.

"I used to give myself tattoos with them."
They went wide-eyed.

"NO! NO! Not actual ones! Look,"
I took the pen, and draw a flower on my wrist.

"Is it permanent?"

I shook my head.

"Dean, come here."
I grabbed his hand, and draw a skull on it.

"I used to get in trouble for doodling, so I took to the human canvas!"
I said chuckling.

"I once did my entire arm."

"Really?"

"Yeah, my teacher was well pissed off."
They laughed.

Dean was sprawled across of me. He arm around my shoulder, his head laid on top of mine, and his leg across mine.

"Have you quite finished?! You're bloody laying on me!"
I complained jokingly.

"You're comfy."

"And you're heavy!"
He just held me tighter. I huffed and smiled meekly.

I motioned for Ron to give me the pen.

I winked and smiled mischievously.

Dean had closed his eyes for two minutes, so me being me, took advantage of that.

I drew him a moustache, and mono-brow, and a small beard.

He began stirring, and I chucked the pen back to the red-head across from me.

We all burst out laughing.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

"You could say that..."
I mumbled. That just made us laugh more.

He stood up, and walked to the mirror, and went wide-eyed.

"You think I'm a mattress, I think you're a canvas."
I smirked.

"Come here."
She ran after me.

"Oh shit."
I shot up, and ran around the common room.

I ran up to the boys dorms, and he shut the door behind him, so I couldn't get out.

He managed to grab me from behind, and he kissed up my neck and my face. I squealed giddily.

He turned me around.

"I'm going to get you back-"
He smirked.

He had the pen in his pocket somehow, and he wrote something on my face.

I turned to the mirror, and I read: 'Property of Dean Thomas.'

"Property?!"

I sighed.

"Wait, that's a Sharpie!"
I pointed out.

"So?"

"Sharpies are permanent. It will be on my face for a week you arse!"

"Oops."
He smiled.

"Oh my fucking god. Get here."
He ran back to the common room.

"What happened?"
Seamus questioned.

"This arse used Sharpie on my face!"

"So?"

"It's permanent! It will last for a week."

"So you're belonging to Dean Thomas for a week?"
Dean nodded enthusiastically.

I slapped him around the back of the head.

"Dick head."

He went to wrap an arm around me.

"Touch me, and I will separate your head from your body Thomas."
He nodded and put his hands in his pocket.

He kissed my cheek.

"I'm sorry."

"You bloody well will be."

"Can we at least make it true?"
He asked.

"Is this how you are asking me out?"

"Sorry."
He got down on his knees, and took his hands in mind.

"(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n), will you please be my girlfriend?"

"Get up you idiot."
I giggled.

"Of course I will."
I kissed his cheek, and he pulled me back to kiss my lips.

"PDA! PDA!"
George yelled as he walked in the common room.

"OUR POOR INNOCENT EYES!"
Fred complained.

"Oh sod off, I've got a boyfriend and permanent marker on my forehead. Leave us alone."

"Where were we?"
Dean asked.

He leaned back down and kissed me again.