Disclaimer: I don't fucking own Harry Potter. There done. I've had a bad day. I'm tired and half dead.

Strawberry Sweet

I flopped down on my bed after a long day. I'm so utterly exhausted I can barely move.

"Harry mate," Ron says loudly and right next to my head.

"I. Am. Tired. Fuck off."

"Geez mate I was just gonna ask if you could get some food cause I had to miss dinnner to research with Herm. She kept going on about how we have to study for the OWLs but it's only the start of the year."

"Ok fine I'll go," I slowly got up mumbling under my breath "but you need to ask her out soon or god help me I will-"

"What was that Harry?"

"Nothing, nothing I'm going."

I trudge through the corridor still half asleep but with the map in one hand and my invisibility cloak thrown haphazardlously over me.

I tickle the painting and walk into the kitchen. All the house elves stop immediately and stare at me, their ears flopping into place. I clear my throat and ask for Dobby.

"Great master Harry was calling for Dobby himself. Dobby is honoured, what can he do for the powerful Harry Potter." The elf was crying and his ears flopping violently.

"Um do you think I could maybe get some snacks for my friend and a bowl of strawberries for me. Thanks Dobby."

"Master Harry is so kind to Dobby. Dobby will be getting him everything right away." The pooor elf said almost sobbing.

I stood there, uncomfortable as the eccentric elf ran off to get what I had asked for. He appeared a moment later, armed with a plethora of snacks. So many that he looked slightly crushed under the weight.

"Thanks Dobby. I owe you one." I took the snacks off him and rushed away before the elf could start crying again.

As I slipped out from behind the painting, I felt a set of eyes burn me with their intensity.

I spin around, searching fruitlessly for my silent watcher. I shrug my shoulders and keep walking, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.

I grab a handful of strawberries and bite into one. I moan at the flavour, it's just so good. It's also kinda juicy and as I take a bite of another one, some of the juice runs down my lips all the way to my chin.

I grab bother handful and and the juice runs down my fingertips. Leading me to lick and suck my fingers, trying to stop them from being too sticky.

I hear a throat clear to my left and spin around, trying desperately not to drop all the snacks. I see Flint staring at me unblinkingly and take a step back, putting space between us and trying desperately to forget what happened last night.

"What are you doing out past curfew," Flint asked before raising one eyebrow at the food I was carrying. "and with a lot of food?"

"I could ask you the same question Flint." I spat out, glaring holes at him.

"I'm a prefect Harry and so it's my duty to punish and bad students who are out past curfew," Flint practically purred, his voice oozed confidence and sex.

"I just went out to get some snacks so I'll be going now." I turn to leave but an arm grabs me before spinning me around.

"No Harry, it's not that easy. You see you broke a rule and so you need to be punished. However, I guess I could be persuaded to forget." He said, leering at me.

"Fuck your Flint." I spit out and once again try to leave.

As I take a step away I'm spun around and pressed against a hard body. One hand is in the small of my back, preventing me from escaping and the other holds my hair in a painful grasp.

"Now, now. I was going to let you off easy slut and this is how you repay me? I think not." Flint whispers darkly into my ear, making me shiver slightly.

He slowly dips his head and captures my lips in a passionate and bruising kiss that leaves me breathless and begging for more. He bites my bottom lip before finally releasing my, now swollen, lips.

"Mm you taste of strawberries. Maybe you can be my strawberry whore. How does that sound?" He chuckles darkly at my breathless moan of an answer.

He nips at my earlobe before yanking my head to the side and back with his hand, forcing tears to my eyes at the suddenness of the movement. He slowly lowers his mouth to my neck making me almost whine from the overflow of feelings I am experiencing.

Without warning he bites down hard, before sucking roughly on my skin. I could feel the bruise forming. Flint stepped back, staring at the bruise as if to admire it.

"You look good with my mark on you. You will not cover it up at all tomorrow or there will be punishment. I haven't yet had to hurt you pet but I will."

He slowly releases me from the cage that is his arms. I run away as fast as I can, never looking back, before finally arriving at my dorm room and flinging myself onto the bed.

I fell asleep once agin dreaming of him. This time of strawberries and bruises.