Harry-Dementor

9- Snacks

Harry was extremely happy, peaceful, and warm for the first time in a long time as he flew high above the quidditch stands and feasted on the excitement rolling off the student body during the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin quidditch game. His positive feelings were laced with an underlying feeling of guilt at feeding from his fellow students, but he was careful to not do anything to actually affect the students in any way, so he justified it to himself. The Gryffindor and Slytherin teams zoomed around below him while Harry kept one eye on the snitch. The advantage of being obsessed with shiny things apparently translated to him not being able to miss the golden ball wherever it was; however, it wouldn't do to end the game too early and miss his wonderful feast. It was obvious to him now why the dementors in his third year couldn't avoid crashing the quidditch game. It was just so delicious.

"Potter, whatever you're doing, stop it!" Malfoy growled as he came up level to where Harry was hovering. "My broom is starting to develop ice crystals!"

"Then fly lower," Harry grinned at the other seeker but did reign in his aura significantly. "If you didn't follow me so closely, you wouldn't even notice."

"No using creature powers in quidditch," the blond almost huffed in annoyance. "How'd you like it if I started messing with you? You're supposed to be inconspicuous, you idiot."

"First of all, I'm too far up for anyone that isn't sitting right on my arse to notice. And secondly, considering I have no idea what you are, maybe I'd like that...I don't know," the Gryffindor smirked teasingly. It felt more like Remedial Potions as they flew above everyone else and were alone. It was easy to forget this was Malfoy and not Draco who was still a prat but at least a reasonable one behind closed doors. "Neville seems to think you aren't terrible, anyway."

Malfoy growled in frustration before Harry was hit with the most delicious wave of pure dessert...like chocolate chip biscuits and treacle tart. "Wow," the dementor grinned dazedly. "That was awesome! Do it again!"

Draco gave a shout of indignation. "Idiotic Gryffindor, you can't even respond right! What are you?!"

"Ah, that'd be telling Draco..." Harry laughed, really wondering again what the Slytherin was and how he could convince him to do whatever he'd just done more often. "I'm full now though, so I think it might be time to end the game. Toodles!" He teased as he chased off after the snitch he'd never lost sight of with Draco fast on his tail.

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It was the last week of the term, and in the middle of all the exams were also the last meetings of the HSMC and the DA before the holidays. Since he learned the truth, Dumbledore had been keeping an exceptionally close eye on Harry, so much so that the dementor clearly noticed and smiled broadly at the headmaster whenever he randomly appeared, trying to nonverbally assure him that he wasn't going to go off and suck the soul from anyone in the castle. He wasn't sure if he was annoyed at the man or understood him; he was a pretty dangerous creature in all honesty. The headmaster always just smiled back and twinkled his blue eyes reassuringly, but Harry knew he was worried; the dementor wasn't sure if he was worried about Harry or about the other students though.

Really, it wasn't Harry the man should be worried about, it was the army of house elves. The house elves had presented a list to the teen at the end of November with the names of all the students who were either slobs, disrespectful, annoying, or generally pains in their arses. They requested he give them a bad day occasionally. Who knew the happy creatures were actually pretty vindictive? He assured them that he'd start in on their list in the new year. As much as it sounded fairly unethical, he was certain Hermione would approve as a victory for SPEW at the very least. So, all in all, it sounded like he would eat well in the new year at the very least.