The Light Of Daye

Title: Out Of His League
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Katie Bell, past Harry/Ginny
Word Count: ~2,000
Content: PWP, Banter, blowjob, vaginal sex (doggy), smut with fluff,
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: Katie snags Harry at the Quidditch League Victory Gala and takes him home for some fun.
A/n: I ground this one out in three days for GYWO commitments, so it's not my best or most original work but thems the breaks.

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The Quidditch League's Victory Gala was the social event of the season, at least as far as Quidditch was concerned. Harry Potter had appeared at it several times over the years but this evening had been the first time in a while, since his split with Ginny Weasley. It was entirely by coincidence but it also coincidenced with the first time the Holywood Harpies had not finished high enough in the league to put in an appearance.

There was much grumbling around Harry, that this meant all the good looking players weren't there but he knew that was rubbish. He knew from his school days one of the players that was there.

She was also about the only person he knew there, though of course everyone thought they knew him. That was why he'd shameless monopolised her company of the evening. He thought that perhaps pity and kindness were the reason she'd let him but somehow he'd ended up in her bedroom snogging her heartily or at least attempting to. There hadn't been anyone since Ginny and since there hadn't been anyone before either, Harry was feeling a little nervous and out of his depth.

Harry let her go for a moment and stepped back.

"Having second thoughts?" she said, cocking her head to one side.

"No," said Harry, and he meant it. "Just enjoying the sights."

Katie Bell's hair had come out her ponytail. Most of it anyway, long golden locks that flowed freely now that had released, cascading down from Katie's head past her shoulders, random strands teased and tousled, hung around her head like a halo.

She was breathing heavily. Harry couldn't blame her, he was himself. The blouse she'd worn to the party was tight fitted and thin, conforming the motion of her chest, that her breasts rose and fell hypnotically.

"You really like them, huh?" Katie said, a pink tinge to her cheeks."They're not…"

"They're perfect." Harry murmured.

He stepped forward again and gave Katie a brief kiss on the lips. Brief because he was concentrating on her blouse again, he raised his hands up and gently did the top button, her blouse.

Katie laughed. The motion causing her chest to expand and the blouse to part.

"This okay?" Harry said. He moved down to the next button down.

"It's good," she said "you can go faster if you want."

Harry made an eloquent noise that confirmed he heard her but had not particular desire to go faster.

He plucked the third button and Katie shifted her shoulders so the blouse fell open, exposing her cleavage and to top half of her bra. It was a confection of powder blue lace.

"Were you on the prowl tonight, Katie?" Harry said giving her a lopsided smile.

"Oh no," Katie responded. "I just had my eye on someone very particular."

"Lucky them," Harry said nonplussed. Katie cocked an eyebrow. "Oh me? Cool."

Blushing, Harry fumbled over the last few buttons and Katie tossed aside the blouse.

"Maybe you should let me handle this one," Katie said and with much more efficiency that Harry showed she unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it.

Harry stared as Katie stood him front of him in nothing but a few scraps of thin blue fabric, her long lean frame on full display.

Katie grinned. Harry stared some more. Katie stepped closed to him.

"Harry?" she said softly.

"Hmm?" Harry said breaking from a reverie.

"You're wearing too much."

Her hands pressed to his chest, running up to grasp his shoulders. Katie went on tip toes pressing close to him and kissing him again. Harry felt light-headed as he responded to the kiss.

Katie meanwhile moved her hands to deal with Harry's shirt, undoing his buttons with less delicacy than he shown hers one button popped off entirely.

Releasing his lips, Katie moved downwards, kissing and licking as each bit of flesh was exposed. She tugged the gap in his shirt wide, and Harry moaned as her tongue swirled over one of his nipples.

Her head lowered as she placed kisses across Harry's stomach as the shirt gave way and was discarded.

Katie grinned at him again. This time she was level with his waist, having lowered herself to her knees while Harry was… distracted by the matter in hand. Rather the matter in Katie's hand now. She ran her fingertips lightly over his groin, cupping his balls for a second before tracing the line of his erection.

"Having a good time?" She said huskily.

"Umm… yes?" Harry said, blushing slightly.

"It's not a trick question, Harry," said Katie, "And I hope it's about to get even better."

With that her hands deftly undid Harry's belt buckle and trousers, pulling his clothes down to near his knees. Sprang wasn't quite the word to use but his erection certainly rose into sight.

Harry moaned, his hands balled into fists by his hips as Katie leaned and licked a broad wet stripe up his cock, starting at his balls and ending up at the very tip. Harry shivered and gasped and his erection visibly stiffened further.

Katie repeated the action, and then on the third time she ended with a kiss on the tip and wrapped her lips around the head of cock. Harry bit his lip and muffled the groan, he was making.

Popping her mouth, free of his cock for a moment, Katie said:

"You make any noise you like Harry,"- She gave him an exaggerated wink -"the louder the better as far as I'm concerned and while you're at it…"

Katie reached up and pulled Harry's hands down to her head. Taking the hint he opened his hands and gently touched her hair.

"That's it," she said absently and then wrapped her mouth around his cock once more. Her head bobbing up and down Harry's shaft. At first Harry's hands were being dragged along for the ride more than anything, coming and tousling Katie's locks at random but as her mouth got deeper around his cock. His grip tightened on her head, controlling her pace and moving up and down his shaft. Her hands rested comfortably on his legs, making no attempt to resist.

It was only when his balls started to tighten that Harry realised how fast he was going and stopped or tried to Katie still went at pace and only gradual slowed down.

"Katie, oh sit Katie, don't or I'll.. I'm going to…" Harry babbled.

Katie slowed down and stopped.

"You alright?" She said, softly.

"Ah.. I was going to come. I would have been any use if I…" Harry said, breaking off embarrassedly.

"I'm sure we'd had fun in the meantime," Katie said, "but I'm ready for the main event if you are."

"Oh," Harry said, "You're… umm… ready?"

"Have been since I got you home, sweetie." Katie said and reached behind her to undo the strap of her bra and whipped it off and away. She reached down, easily bending double to get rid of her knickers in a similarly matter of fact way as Harry fumbled and stumbled his way out of his already half removed trousers and pants.

She was done well before he was.

She took a few steps towards her bed and flashed a smile over her shoulder at him. Katie's chest was lovely but her bum was breath-taking: it was firm and tight looking and very round.

Noting his entrancement, Katie dropped to her hands and knees and crawled on top of her bed, kicking the duvet to one side. Awestruck, Harry moved forward and knelt behind her reverently running his hands over the globes of her arse and unconsciously making an appreciative noise.

When Harry took his cock in hand and placed it at her entrance, Katie hissed slightly and tensed, Harry stilled.

"You okay?"

"Ah, yeah, I just can't believe this is happening." Katie said.

Heartened that perhaps Katie was not as overwhelming confident as she seemed, Harry smiled and ran his free hand over her hip again.

"It's alright," He said soothingly. "This goes how it goes okay? We'll be alright."

"Hell yeah, we will," Katie said and took a deep breath, visibly relaxing and she let it out. "okay, I'm ready. Really ready."

Harry pushed his cock into her. They both moaned. He felt her lips slip and slide and part around his cock. He stopped for a moment and then edged on a little, going deeper. Katie made a very nice moan, he pulled back a bit to repeat the moment, seeing her pussy cling and follow his cock back a bit before it moved free.

Holding her hips with both hands, Harry rocked back and forth working most of his length in and out of Katie's heat, seeing the wetness coat and glisten on the shaft of his cock.

Katie squirmed and canted her hips as Harry varied his stroke until he found an angle and depth, just a little less deep that he'd been going that make her gasp and moan for him in just the sweetest way. Harry practically glowed to be able to bring this out of her.

"Oh, oh! Oh, that's it," Katie said. "That's good. Oooh."

The strength in Katie's arms seemed fail her and she sank lower on them, towards the mattress, changing their angle to bit. Harry in a fit of daring, reach forward and wrapped a hand around her shoulder pulling her back.

"Keep going Katie, we're almost there." He urged.

"Oh, it's like that is it?" Katie said with a hoarse laugh. "Take me then, Harry. Harder! Hard-! Oh!"

Remembering earlier, Harry moved his hand to hair, seizing most of it into a bunch at the top of her head, forming something like her usually messy high ponytail. Kate made a noise and bucked backwards at the grip, her arse smacking against Harry's hip.

It was a different angle and a different sensation entirely, Harry thrust forward hard and fast as he urged Katie to meet him, thrusting back into a powerful collision as they both made wordless cries at each impact.

"Katie!" Harry forced out in a growl. "Oh Katie. Fuck this is… fuck. I.."

His free hand moved between Katie's legs but they were moving too wildly and too energetically for him to find her clit, let alone stimulate it. He grabbed her hip instead, holding it in place as he buried himself entirely in her and came in a few short hard thrusts. He was sure he was flooding her given how long it had been. He'd have been embarrassed if he could feel anything except the rush of the release.

They collapsed onto the bed on their sides, still partially joined. Remembering his intentions, Harry reached between Katie's legs but her hands was already there, working herself with more force and urgency than Harry could mustered.

"fuck, you're amazing Katie," Harry said, kissing and nuzzling at her neck. "You so hot and gorgeous and perfect."

Possibly it helped because Katie shuddered and gasped breathlessly in Harry's grip before relaxing bonelessly into his arms.

They lay still for a while, Harry softening and shifting awkwardly to pull himself out of her. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. Before he managed to say:

"Was that… good?" He said.

"Hmm?" Katie said, half asleep apparently. Harry worried or trying to appear so to get out the question.

"Was that okay?" Harry said, downgrading himself.

"Oh, that was good Harry, don't even think about starting to worry about," Katie said, tugging his arm closer around her.

Then she reached out and pulled the duvet over them both as well. It was immensely comfortable.

"You know what else it could be?" She said, sounding slightly tentative herself. "If, you know, you wanted?"

"What's that?"

"A Start." Katie said.

Harry left out a breath he didn't need realise he'd been holding and beamed.

"I'd like that." He said.

It really was very comfortable, drifting off with Katie in his arms, Harry thought and he did just that.