A KISS

JK Rowling owns these characters. This takes place during
PRISONER OF AZKABAN.

Harry lay still on the rain-soaked pitch. It was difficult to see
much of anything in the fog,which hung low over the field.
"Excuse me," Albus Dumbledore said; people got out of his way.
"I must get down there," he told McGonagall.
"Albus,what-"
"Dementors," he said,and disappeared from the stands.
Then,from out of the fog,a host of Dementors floated. They drifted
towards Harry, arms outstretched,rain coursing over their dark,billowing robes.
Then,from out of nowhere, a light overtook the darkness; Dumbledore.
He ran onto the pitch,soaking wet,his hair and beard soaked through.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Dumbledore shouted. He pointed his wand at the
nearest Dementor and a streak of white light drove it away from the unconscious boy on the ground. Another one drifted nearer.
Dumbledore glared at it. "Don't," he said. The Dementor ignored him
until the Headmaster shot him with the light again. He was angry,
oh yes,the last time Dumbledore had been this angry,the sheer
psychic weight had caused Grindelwald to pull his lip over his head and swallow. Now,he was older,but he seemed to improve with age. He
felt the heat rising inside himself,and for Harry,he would use it.
The other Dementors hovered nearby,forming an irregular triangle
around Dumbledore. He blasted each of them in turn; they went away.
When they were all gone,Dumbledore attended to Harry. He had cast a spell to cushion the fall a bit,but the boy was out cold. He turned Harry over,so he wouldn't drown in the grass. He conjured a stretcher and then magicked Harry onto it. "I have you now,Harry," he said,and began the long wet slog to the Hospital Wing.

The Quidditch field and the stands had been empty for awhile. It was still raining; however,there were two figures on the field. They
were both Dementors. They saw each other,and drifted through the
rain until they were close enough to feed.
Between them,a thousand horrible memories were passed back and forth. The two of them ate of despair, depression,sadness,desperation,last thoughts and death. Most of all, they both knew loneliness.
The Dementor-the first one zapped by Dumbledore-removed its hood.
"Kiss me," it said to the other,without actually speaking.
The other one shedded its hood.
They reached out to each other.
And then they kissed.
In a moment,they began to convulse as one. Black sludge erupted
from their faces,and then they vomited all over each other,
covering each other in a multitude of dark emotion.
"You're beautiful," one said to the other,without speaking.
Then they drifted away together.