Drabble: Early Start (Harry/Katie)
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lightofdayeTitle: Early Start
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Katie
Word Count: 471
Content: No warnings.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harry and Katie have very different ideas about breakfast time.
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hp_humpdrabbles's prompt was 'The French Riveria' which I only used loosely. It was originally posted here, with other naughty drabbles. This is like one-eighty from the community I just started but that's inspiration for you...
“Come on, Harry, sun’s up. Time to go!” She said as she pulled the curtains open and flooded the room with sunlight.
Harry growled, rolled over and tried to burrow his way back under his bed covers. stupid hotel, stupid sun, stupid France. He thought. He purposely stopped himself from thinking : stupid girlfriend because that was just madness. He should have known what he was getting into though, dating yet another athletic Quidditch player when he knew just how… active they liked to be.
Not that he usually complained about it. Not that he’d been complaining about it last night for instance.
“Katie?” He murmured, his hand groping at the bedside table for his glasses. “God, girl. What time is it?”
“Breakfast time,” Katie declared. Of course she’d have to be the one ordering it Harry thought, considering they hadn’t taught modern languages at Hogwarts and she’d insisted they go to the ‘real France’ not just a tourist resort on the Riviera. It was also the reason their ‘double’ bed was two singles pushed together.
“That’s not what I meant- oh!” Harry exclaimed, finally putting on specs.
Katie’s long blonde hair was not restrained into its usual high ponytail but instead hung loose, in a tousled mane that went past her shoulders. She was dressed only in a shirt with one button done up, low down; it was only by grace of the way that it fell that she was remotely decent and it didn’t cover an inch of her long lean legs.
Harry was out the bed and by her side in a flash.
“Like my outfit?” Katie said lightly, a smile curling one corner of her lips.
“Well it certainly got me up.”
“I can see.” Her head cocked to one side.
Harry’s face moved closer. Their noses almost touched.
“Though now I think I want us to go back bed.”
“Please, Harry. We’ve only got a week in France.” Katie’s head tilted from left to right, the motion brought her lips brushing over his in the faintest touch imaginable. “You can bang me anytime at home but we’ve only got a short while here.”
“Really? Any time huh?” He said stepping even closer. The shirt was hardly any barrier at all. He could feel the warmth of her skin through it and the motion of her chest against his.
“Yeah,” Katie’s voice quavered as he felt an excited breath shudder through her.
Harry’s flickered out the window. A Golden glow outlined the horizon.
“That’s an east facing window, you know. Sun’s not even up yet. We still got time.”
Her strong arms wrapped around him, crushing him against her as he kissed her deeply. And if he had anything to say about it, there was only going to be time for a late breakfast when he was done.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Katie
Word Count: 471
Content: No warnings.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harry and Katie have very different ideas about breakfast time.
A/n:From
hp_humpdrabbles's prompt was 'The French Riveria' which I only used loosely. It was originally posted here, with other naughty drabbles. This is like one-eighty from the community I just started but that's inspiration for you...“Come on, Harry, sun’s up. Time to go!” She said as she pulled the curtains open and flooded the room with sunlight.
Harry growled, rolled over and tried to burrow his way back under his bed covers. stupid hotel, stupid sun, stupid France. He thought. He purposely stopped himself from thinking : stupid girlfriend because that was just madness. He should have known what he was getting into though, dating yet another athletic Quidditch player when he knew just how… active they liked to be.
Not that he usually complained about it. Not that he’d been complaining about it last night for instance.
“Katie?” He murmured, his hand groping at the bedside table for his glasses. “God, girl. What time is it?”
“Breakfast time,” Katie declared. Of course she’d have to be the one ordering it Harry thought, considering they hadn’t taught modern languages at Hogwarts and she’d insisted they go to the ‘real France’ not just a tourist resort on the Riviera. It was also the reason their ‘double’ bed was two singles pushed together.
“That’s not what I meant- oh!” Harry exclaimed, finally putting on specs.
Katie’s long blonde hair was not restrained into its usual high ponytail but instead hung loose, in a tousled mane that went past her shoulders. She was dressed only in a shirt with one button done up, low down; it was only by grace of the way that it fell that she was remotely decent and it didn’t cover an inch of her long lean legs.
Harry was out the bed and by her side in a flash.
“Like my outfit?” Katie said lightly, a smile curling one corner of her lips.
“Well it certainly got me up.”
“I can see.” Her head cocked to one side.
Harry’s face moved closer. Their noses almost touched.
“Though now I think I want us to go back bed.”
“Please, Harry. We’ve only got a week in France.” Katie’s head tilted from left to right, the motion brought her lips brushing over his in the faintest touch imaginable. “You can bang me anytime at home but we’ve only got a short while here.”
“Really? Any time huh?” He said stepping even closer. The shirt was hardly any barrier at all. He could feel the warmth of her skin through it and the motion of her chest against his.
“Yeah,” Katie’s voice quavered as he felt an excited breath shudder through her.
Harry’s flickered out the window. A Golden glow outlined the horizon.
“That’s an east facing window, you know. Sun’s not even up yet. We still got time.”
Her strong arms wrapped around him, crushing him against her as he kissed her deeply. And if he had anything to say about it, there was only going to be time for a late breakfast when he was done.
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Date: 2014-08-07 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-07 01:13 pm (UTC)you know I love this
Date: 2014-08-11 06:53 pm (UTC)I love how playful and carefree this was and how it started with katie trying to convince harry to get out of bed and it ended with katie being the one convinced to stay in bed with harry.
and you know i have a soft spot for katie.
Re: you know I love this
Date: 2014-08-11 07:46 pm (UTC)Re: you know I love this
Date: 2014-08-11 08:28 pm (UTC)ps-
Date: 2014-08-11 06:55 pm (UTC)who else to gush about Harry being a dork and getting the girl through being a dork? or ron & hermione being perfect ying-yang dorks together?
Re: ps-
Date: 2014-08-11 07:48 pm (UTC)And certainly no plans to write Harry/Hermione.
Re: ps-
Date: 2014-08-11 08:31 pm (UTC)and oh thank goodness. ( I mean, whatever rowlings says be darned, even all three of the Trio Actors are against h/hr so to me that means that ship has to stay sunk already ;p)