Fic: Doctor Who/Harry Potter - Hit Me With Lightning (Harry/Amy)
Title: Hit Me With Lightning
Fandom: Doctor Who/Harry Potter (Crossover)
Pairing: Harry/Amy (hints at Ron/Hermione and Amy/Rory)
Rating R
Prompt: shop, cider, kissing. (- for Porn Battle XII LJ / DW)
A/N: Set in HP7 and sometime between the transition from Amelia to Amy. Both are 17 (give or take)
It was the summer and sweltering, as much as Hermione could carry in that magic bag of hers, it appeared they didn’t have an endless supply of food and drink. So Harry had been sent to the shop, from the look on Hermione’s face he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t have an ulterior motive, wanting some time to herself with Ron. They didn’t say anything but he’d always known, sooner or later.
He walked to the nearest village, walking past a sign that read ‘Ledworth’. He was starting to get sick of woods and smalls villages and post offices and corner shops. He searched for a corner shop nonetheless. When he got to the door a girl knocked into him, obviously in a hurry. He was stunned for a moment, her head of red hair making Ginny flash into his mind, a tinge of guilt that he’d admired her body as it had passed by him.
“Sorry, mate” She winked, sparing him a grin before dashing off into the shop.
Harry wound his way round the shop, doing his best not to look for her, giving a vast amount of attention to picking out biscuits and jam.
“Oh, come on, you know me. I won’t get off my face, it’s just a little fizzy between friends. Do I have to beg?” He heard her voice carry across the shop and looked round despite himself. She seemed to be bartering the cashier for a bottle of cider, though she was clearly underage, 16 or 17 at the most, she didn’t look older than him. She pouted and thrust out her chest, leaning against the counter, bent slightly so her arse stuck out behind her. Harry nearly dropped his basket and was unable to take his eyes off her. Long legs in shorts that were clinging tightly to her curves. She must have won the argument because seconds later she swung past Harry commenting that his eyes might fall out of his head if he kept staring. Harry blushed and took his shopping to the cashier who looked just as strained as Harry did.
“She’s a right one, ain’t she?”
Harry nodded mutely and paid, nervous to be leaving. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to still be within distance of the shop or not when he exited.
She was. In fact she was waiting by the door.
“Alright? Your face looks like it needs cheering up, got no friends?” She asked, one comment chasing the other, she was being extremely rude but Harry couldn’t dislike her.
“I have, they’re just not here” Harry said.
“Where are they then, bit off of them to send you as the cart horse”
“We’re....camping” Harry said, wanting to tell this strange girl everything but knowing he had to watch his words. She was obviously a muggle, she didn’t stare at him and thinking about it she should have been at school.
“Oooh, I love it. Strange mysterious traveller come to gawp at girls in the middle of nowhere!” She said dramatically.
“I wasn’t gawping...I don’t think” He blushed because he knew he had been.
“You so were! I should charge, a quid for a kiss” She laughed, grabbed him and kissed him. “There, now you owe me a quid”
He was staring at her again, he’d never net a girl so...wild, no, unrestrained was a better word. He was fascinated and at a loss for words, what could he possibly say to a girl like that. She just laughed again.
“Chill out, it’s only a laugh. Look, I was gonna go round a mates...but he’ll understand if I’m late, if you fancy a drink, you look like you need it” She took his hand and shook her shopping bag in the air.
“Errrrr...sure, I guess?” Harry agreed, even though she was already pulling him along at an alarming rate. “Who are you?”
“Oh, how rude of me. Amelia, well, Amy, Amy Pond. At your service” She stopped in mid-step and shook the hand she was already holding. “You?”
“Harry... just Harry...Potter” He manage a smile, he had a feeling he’d been pulled, something that had never really happened to him before. He was nervous and excited at the same time. Something told him that this was what being a normal teenager was like, one who didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders. He liked it, he liked her.
“Well, Harry, just Harry. I think we should get to know each other. Nobody’s ever new here, I know everyone else. But not you, oh no, you’re new” Amy said, excitement bubbling out her almost visibly. She stopped outside a gate, suddenly coy. “Aren’t you going to ask to come in?”
Harry gulped, more nervous now that he was expected to act rather than just letting himself be dragged along. “Please can I come in?” He tried not to meet her eyes but they searched him out, beautifully sparkling in the sunshine. She suddenly giggled.
“Course you can, no need to ask” She swung open the gate and led him to the door, hips swinging and hair flowing around her. Harry felt bewitched, she was loud, a little gobby even but she was fun and he needed that so badly. He followed her in.
She flopped down on a sofa, ankles crossed and feet resting on a coffee table. A few seconds later she jumped up and disappeared. Harry’s head was reeling, this girl never stayed still, it was like she had a current running through her. He had a few moments to take what had happened in. He’d gone to the shops for milk and snacks and came out with a girl. Or more accurately Amy had come out with him. He should go, get back to the others but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. She was different, easy to be with. She reminded him of Ginny in some aspects, only magnified and not as complicated. It was bad to think that, he knew, but something in her dared him to break the rules, to do anything he wanted. She rushed back in, knocking Harry’s guilty train of thought of its rails.
“Silly me, nearly forgot glasses” She handed him a wine glass and unscrewed the bottle of cider, pouring his expertly. He wondered how she managed to be still enough not to spill it, then she filled hers and sat back down, determined to get to know Harry.
“Where you from then?” She asked taking a sip.
Harry didn’t know how to answer that, until age eleven he’d said Surrey, after that he’d have said Hogwarts but now...he didn’t have anywhere. He said the latter, nowhere and Amy ruffled his hair fondly even though she’d only met him that day.
“It can’t be as bad as all that” She smiled, her hand trailing down to his cheek. He took a long sip of the cider, nearly spitting it out. He’d missed out on teenage drinking and he wasn’t used to the taste of cheap cider. He swallowed it nonetheless.
“We’re just travelling at the moment, looking for stuff that’s hard to find”
“Wow, that’s deep” She said, staring at him.
She didn’t press the matter; they talked about trivial things, the weather, food and drink, family and friends. He told her about Ron and Hermione and how they felt for each other but were too proud to say it. She told him about Rory and their dress up games, her imaginary friend as a child who only came once. Harry nearly slipped up a few times, having trouble remembering what was normal and what wasn’t to muggles with the amount of cider he was drinking. He noticed the more you drank it, the better it tasted. She took her shoes off and swung her legs over his lap, he didn’t complain. Neither did she when his hand brushed against her leg. She leant over and kissed him, not like earlier, which was a joke, seriously this time. It was hard, fast and messy and quite unlike any other kiss he’d had. She ran her hands through his hair and slipped her tongue against his. She moaned into his mouth and climbed onto his lap. She could have asked if this was alright but she could feel evidence pressing against her that told her she didn’t need to. His fingers found the hem of her top and pulled it up. Amy was slightly surprised, for quite a quiet, shy guy, he really didn’t need many hints. Maybe it was the cider. She didn’t care. Her top hit the floor and she helped him with his.
She was about to stand up to shimmy out of her shorts but he rolled her onto the sofa, so she was led on it and he was able to pull them off himself, chucking them somewhere out of sight. He kissed his way up her stomach and over her breasts until she took the hint and unclasped her bra. Her nipples hardened as the cold air hit them, more so when Harry took each one into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth. She gasped and wriggled against him, fumbling with his jeans, dragging them down just enough. She rubbed against him again now there were fewer layers between them, the friction driving her crazy. She kissed him fiercely again, guiding his hand between her legs, moaning when his hand slipped under her knickers, while her own pushed down his boxers, grasping him firmly. They worked each other furiously, almost like they were competing. Amy won, laughing victoriously as he came in her hand, spilling onto her stomach. She didn’t have time to gloat before her own orgasm took her over, making her hit her head against the arm of the sofa.
After they’d cleaned up, it had gotten a bit awkward. Harry knew he couldn’t stay, he had his old problems to get back to and Amy didn’t know what to do with him now. She accepted his compliments and excuses and let him leave with a smile on both their faces.
-x-
“Where the bloody hell have you been?” Ron asked as when Harry got back to the tent.
“Shopping?” Harry answered, somewhat sheepishly.
“For three hours?” Hermione asked, an eyebrow rose in disbelief.
“Sure, why not. “ Harry smiled and they couldn’t complain, it was the first time they’d seen him smile in weeks.
-x-
“Oh, Amy, not another one!” Rory said, after Amy had finished explaining why she was late and minus the promised drink.
“What do you mean, another one?” She asked indignantly, pouting.
“Well, another boy who is there one minute, gone the next and never coming back. Not to mention nobody’s even heard of him. Why don’t you just settle down with someone here, who won’t leave you?” Rory took her hand and squeezed it.
“Like you?” She asked, looking at him from under her eyelashes.
“Errrrr....”
“Alright” She smiled like it was the simplest thing in the world.
-x-fin-x-
Fandom: Doctor Who/Harry Potter (Crossover)
Pairing: Harry/Amy (hints at Ron/Hermione and Amy/Rory)
Rating R
Prompt: shop, cider, kissing. (- for Porn Battle XII LJ / DW)
A/N: Set in HP7 and sometime between the transition from Amelia to Amy. Both are 17 (give or take)
It was the summer and sweltering, as much as Hermione could carry in that magic bag of hers, it appeared they didn’t have an endless supply of food and drink. So Harry had been sent to the shop, from the look on Hermione’s face he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t have an ulterior motive, wanting some time to herself with Ron. They didn’t say anything but he’d always known, sooner or later.
He walked to the nearest village, walking past a sign that read ‘Ledworth’. He was starting to get sick of woods and smalls villages and post offices and corner shops. He searched for a corner shop nonetheless. When he got to the door a girl knocked into him, obviously in a hurry. He was stunned for a moment, her head of red hair making Ginny flash into his mind, a tinge of guilt that he’d admired her body as it had passed by him.
“Sorry, mate” She winked, sparing him a grin before dashing off into the shop.
Harry wound his way round the shop, doing his best not to look for her, giving a vast amount of attention to picking out biscuits and jam.
“Oh, come on, you know me. I won’t get off my face, it’s just a little fizzy between friends. Do I have to beg?” He heard her voice carry across the shop and looked round despite himself. She seemed to be bartering the cashier for a bottle of cider, though she was clearly underage, 16 or 17 at the most, she didn’t look older than him. She pouted and thrust out her chest, leaning against the counter, bent slightly so her arse stuck out behind her. Harry nearly dropped his basket and was unable to take his eyes off her. Long legs in shorts that were clinging tightly to her curves. She must have won the argument because seconds later she swung past Harry commenting that his eyes might fall out of his head if he kept staring. Harry blushed and took his shopping to the cashier who looked just as strained as Harry did.
“She’s a right one, ain’t she?”
Harry nodded mutely and paid, nervous to be leaving. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to still be within distance of the shop or not when he exited.
She was. In fact she was waiting by the door.
“Alright? Your face looks like it needs cheering up, got no friends?” She asked, one comment chasing the other, she was being extremely rude but Harry couldn’t dislike her.
“I have, they’re just not here” Harry said.
“Where are they then, bit off of them to send you as the cart horse”
“We’re....camping” Harry said, wanting to tell this strange girl everything but knowing he had to watch his words. She was obviously a muggle, she didn’t stare at him and thinking about it she should have been at school.
“Oooh, I love it. Strange mysterious traveller come to gawp at girls in the middle of nowhere!” She said dramatically.
“I wasn’t gawping...I don’t think” He blushed because he knew he had been.
“You so were! I should charge, a quid for a kiss” She laughed, grabbed him and kissed him. “There, now you owe me a quid”
He was staring at her again, he’d never net a girl so...wild, no, unrestrained was a better word. He was fascinated and at a loss for words, what could he possibly say to a girl like that. She just laughed again.
“Chill out, it’s only a laugh. Look, I was gonna go round a mates...but he’ll understand if I’m late, if you fancy a drink, you look like you need it” She took his hand and shook her shopping bag in the air.
“Errrrr...sure, I guess?” Harry agreed, even though she was already pulling him along at an alarming rate. “Who are you?”
“Oh, how rude of me. Amelia, well, Amy, Amy Pond. At your service” She stopped in mid-step and shook the hand she was already holding. “You?”
“Harry... just Harry...Potter” He manage a smile, he had a feeling he’d been pulled, something that had never really happened to him before. He was nervous and excited at the same time. Something told him that this was what being a normal teenager was like, one who didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders. He liked it, he liked her.
“Well, Harry, just Harry. I think we should get to know each other. Nobody’s ever new here, I know everyone else. But not you, oh no, you’re new” Amy said, excitement bubbling out her almost visibly. She stopped outside a gate, suddenly coy. “Aren’t you going to ask to come in?”
Harry gulped, more nervous now that he was expected to act rather than just letting himself be dragged along. “Please can I come in?” He tried not to meet her eyes but they searched him out, beautifully sparkling in the sunshine. She suddenly giggled.
“Course you can, no need to ask” She swung open the gate and led him to the door, hips swinging and hair flowing around her. Harry felt bewitched, she was loud, a little gobby even but she was fun and he needed that so badly. He followed her in.
She flopped down on a sofa, ankles crossed and feet resting on a coffee table. A few seconds later she jumped up and disappeared. Harry’s head was reeling, this girl never stayed still, it was like she had a current running through her. He had a few moments to take what had happened in. He’d gone to the shops for milk and snacks and came out with a girl. Or more accurately Amy had come out with him. He should go, get back to the others but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. She was different, easy to be with. She reminded him of Ginny in some aspects, only magnified and not as complicated. It was bad to think that, he knew, but something in her dared him to break the rules, to do anything he wanted. She rushed back in, knocking Harry’s guilty train of thought of its rails.
“Silly me, nearly forgot glasses” She handed him a wine glass and unscrewed the bottle of cider, pouring his expertly. He wondered how she managed to be still enough not to spill it, then she filled hers and sat back down, determined to get to know Harry.
“Where you from then?” She asked taking a sip.
Harry didn’t know how to answer that, until age eleven he’d said Surrey, after that he’d have said Hogwarts but now...he didn’t have anywhere. He said the latter, nowhere and Amy ruffled his hair fondly even though she’d only met him that day.
“It can’t be as bad as all that” She smiled, her hand trailing down to his cheek. He took a long sip of the cider, nearly spitting it out. He’d missed out on teenage drinking and he wasn’t used to the taste of cheap cider. He swallowed it nonetheless.
“We’re just travelling at the moment, looking for stuff that’s hard to find”
“Wow, that’s deep” She said, staring at him.
She didn’t press the matter; they talked about trivial things, the weather, food and drink, family and friends. He told her about Ron and Hermione and how they felt for each other but were too proud to say it. She told him about Rory and their dress up games, her imaginary friend as a child who only came once. Harry nearly slipped up a few times, having trouble remembering what was normal and what wasn’t to muggles with the amount of cider he was drinking. He noticed the more you drank it, the better it tasted. She took her shoes off and swung her legs over his lap, he didn’t complain. Neither did she when his hand brushed against her leg. She leant over and kissed him, not like earlier, which was a joke, seriously this time. It was hard, fast and messy and quite unlike any other kiss he’d had. She ran her hands through his hair and slipped her tongue against his. She moaned into his mouth and climbed onto his lap. She could have asked if this was alright but she could feel evidence pressing against her that told her she didn’t need to. His fingers found the hem of her top and pulled it up. Amy was slightly surprised, for quite a quiet, shy guy, he really didn’t need many hints. Maybe it was the cider. She didn’t care. Her top hit the floor and she helped him with his.
She was about to stand up to shimmy out of her shorts but he rolled her onto the sofa, so she was led on it and he was able to pull them off himself, chucking them somewhere out of sight. He kissed his way up her stomach and over her breasts until she took the hint and unclasped her bra. Her nipples hardened as the cold air hit them, more so when Harry took each one into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth. She gasped and wriggled against him, fumbling with his jeans, dragging them down just enough. She rubbed against him again now there were fewer layers between them, the friction driving her crazy. She kissed him fiercely again, guiding his hand between her legs, moaning when his hand slipped under her knickers, while her own pushed down his boxers, grasping him firmly. They worked each other furiously, almost like they were competing. Amy won, laughing victoriously as he came in her hand, spilling onto her stomach. She didn’t have time to gloat before her own orgasm took her over, making her hit her head against the arm of the sofa.
After they’d cleaned up, it had gotten a bit awkward. Harry knew he couldn’t stay, he had his old problems to get back to and Amy didn’t know what to do with him now. She accepted his compliments and excuses and let him leave with a smile on both their faces.
-x-
“Where the bloody hell have you been?” Ron asked as when Harry got back to the tent.
“Shopping?” Harry answered, somewhat sheepishly.
“For three hours?” Hermione asked, an eyebrow rose in disbelief.
“Sure, why not. “ Harry smiled and they couldn’t complain, it was the first time they’d seen him smile in weeks.
-x-
“Oh, Amy, not another one!” Rory said, after Amy had finished explaining why she was late and minus the promised drink.
“What do you mean, another one?” She asked indignantly, pouting.
“Well, another boy who is there one minute, gone the next and never coming back. Not to mention nobody’s even heard of him. Why don’t you just settle down with someone here, who won’t leave you?” Rory took her hand and squeezed it.
“Like you?” She asked, looking at him from under her eyelashes.
“Errrrr....”
“Alright” She smiled like it was the simplest thing in the world.
-x-fin-x-