Just A Kiss (Dementor x Reader)

Quidditch

"Dumbledore has forbidden me from seeing the dementor," I complain to Sarah back at our dorm "This is like romeo and juliet"

"its nothing like romeo and juliet" 

"it totally is!"

"on the bright side, maybe you can focus on DILFs again?" Sarah attempts to comfort me "Or one of the professors"

"Well I totally blew it with Snape when he saw my letter, and I'm sure the news has spread to the rest of the professors too" 

"Maybe not, I don't think Snape talks to Lupin"

"Lupin is yours Sarah I'd never do that to you. Werewolfs can love right?" 

Sarah nods excitedly "I read so much in that book I found in the library, and they're just normal people most of the time, and only go insane once a month. Kinda like you" She jokes

"(Y/N) definetly isn't normal most of the time" our dormmate whose name I forgot interjects "Also what makes you think Professor Lupin is a werewolf?"

Sarah and I stare for a minute 

"Um, his name is Lupin." I say slowly "Also I totally forgot you were in here, how long have you been here?"

"I was here when you guys came in!" 

Sarah and I shrug at eachother which seems to upset our dormmate who gets up and walks away aggressively "I'm going to the quidditch match, have fun with your weird non-human crushes"

"He's human most of the time!" Sarah yells as they slam the door.

"Dumbledore told me to go to the match"

"I still can't believe you talked to Dumbledore" Sarah fawns "What was he like?"

"Old"

"Maybe you should go to the match, get a distraction?"

I stare at her, baffled that she would propose I show any interest in sports or events where my peers would be.

"C'mon, we can spy on the professors. We have nothing else to do today"

"Yes we do, I have to sulk!"

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The match was as boring as i presumed it would be. I don't know any of the rules and the cheering of the crowd next to me makes me contemplate throwing myself off the edge of the stand. Sarah stole a pair of binoculars from a boy in our year and was scanning the crowd for professors.

"This game sucks" i complain "i would literally rather be in class right now"

"We can leave after I find Lupin"

"You could find Lupin in class"

I roll my eyes and go back to judging my peers. We were supposed to learn about Quidditch during our first year, but I never went to that class so to me the game just looks like a bunch of students flying around. Just as I begin to consider leaving, something on the field catches my attention. One of the quidditch players falls off their broomstick and is rapidly falling toward the ground. A fall that high would probably be fatal, but from afar it looked kind of funny. Anyway, someone cast a spell to slow down the fall, but I'm more focused on the whispering behind me.

"Last time he passed out it was from a dementor"

"No way would a dementor be over here"

"Apparently they don't follow Dumbledore's rules"

The dementor.

They were here, I knew it.