dementor (robbie)
Dementor: Our muses have shared a kiss.
It was times like these that Annabelâs conscious never shut up. She couldnât help but feel bad yet a larger part of her didnât care. âRobbie,â she murmured, moving so she was straddling his lap as his fingers traced over her lip. âWhat about ... what about Natalie?âÂ
âWhat about her?âÂ
This wasnât the first time they met up in the privacy of the Shrieking Shack, away from any prying eyes. It always began the same. It started with a kiss, a touch, guilt about the girlfriend Robbie was cheating on. It always ended the same way too. Hastily pulling on clothes without looking at each other, making sure the right robes went to the right student. Who knows how quickly someone would put two and two together if Annabel was caught in Robbieâs Gryffindor tie and Robbie in a Hufflepuff one. She wasnât sure she wanted to find out.Â
It followed that same pattern this time, except Annabel found herself lying against Robbieâs chest after, eyes closed at the peace that followed. She didnât want to ruin the mood but she still said, âWe need to stop doing this.âÂ
He laughed, kissing the top of her head and readjusting on the ratty old bed, which appeared to have been broken long before they came along. âYou always say that.â
It was true. She did.
She sighed, turning over in his arms to look up at him. âIâm serious. W-we canât keep doing this.â
âI can stay away,â he said, a clear challenge in his voice. âCan you?â
Annabel never did take being doubted well.








