Title - Getting Away 6/24

Author - Lena

Pairing - Harry/Ron, Harry/various OC's (slash and het), Ron/OC (slash)

Rating - this chapter - PG-13

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For warnings, disclaimers, etc. please see chapter 0/24 - msg#11257

Chapter Six - Thursday

Harry awoke the next morning and looked over to Ron's bed and saw he was asleep fully clothed. Harry got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He placed his glasses on the sink counter. He let the water run warm until the mirror was fogged, then he stepped in. The water felt nice and he took a very long shower.

He finally got out and dried himself with a towel. He went into the room and began rummaging around for a pair of jeans on his bed. He found some and a shirt and began to put them on, when Ron began to stir.

Harry looked over to Ron and saw he was yawning loudly. Ron slowly fluttered his eyes opened and cracked another yawn. He rubbed the sleep out of eyes and he said, "Hey, Harry."

"Hey."

"Wanna go get some breakfast?"

Harry smiled, "Yeah, I do."

Ron got up slowly, but then took a shower and changed his clothes. Then they rushed downstairs to the hotel restaurant.

Harry waited until Ron had some food in him before he asked how the night before was. "Did you have fun last night?"

Ron said, "Yeah, I met Paul there and he introduced me to some of his friends. They were girls there. You would've had a good time. You know, I would tell you if you wouldn't have."

Harry said, "I know." Harry noticed a bunch of dark stamps on the back of Ron’s hand. Harry pointed at them as he said, “What are those?”

Ron looked down at his hand. “Oh, when you go into clubs, they stamp your hand, for some reason.” He started rubbing the back of his hand. “I can’t get them off. They faded a little in the shower, but they...won’t...come...off!” He rubbed his hand as he enunciated his last few words.

Harry said, “Oh, wonder why they do that?”

Ron muttered as he looked at his hand. “Dunno.” Ron looked up and said brightly, "But they are going out again tonight. Maybe you’ll come this time?”

Harry smiled again. "Maybe. What do you want to do today?"

Ron said, "I want to go to the beach."

Harry took a bite of toast and said, "Why is it we can't agree on anything this trip, 'cause I want to go to a museum."

Ron laughed and said, "I don't know. Well, I guess we don't have to do everything together all the time, do we?"

Harry said, "No, but the beach it is!"

Ron said, "Are you sure?"

Harry said, "Yes, you'll go to a museum with me another day, right?"

Ron smiled and said, "Of course!"

They finished breakfast and headed upstairs to changed for the beach.

As Harry was in the bathroom getting ready he could hear different sounds coming from the television. It finally stopped on someone making panting noises. Harry couldn't figure out what Ron was watching, so he stuck his head out the door. "Ron? What are you watching?"

Ron mumbled, "Uhhh...dunno..."

Harry walked towards the television and saw that Ron was watching two people having sex. He turned his head hoping that he would be able to see more, but that didn't help. Harry sat down next to Ron on the bed and they stared at the television. Harry was getting warm from watching. The girl seemed so interested in the making the guy...happy. He turned towards Ron and he was just staring with his mouth open.

Harry turned back to the television and croaked out, "They have this on television?"

Ron mumbled, "I...it was on a channel that said movies and I pushed the buttons. They have more movies."

Harry turned back quickly to Ron and said, "Oh, is this the pay channel?"

Ron mumbled, "Dunno."

Harry vaguely remembered the page in that book they looked at when they got to the room. Harry got up and flipped through it and found the page that talked about the movies. They had to pay for this movie and it was a lot.

Harry walked quickly back over to Ron and grabbed the remote from his hand and snapped the television off.

Ron protested, "Harry! Why did ya do that?"

Harry said, "Because it costs money! We can't afford to watch it all the time!"

Ron said, "Come on, Harry!"

Harry said, "Why are you so interested in this?"

Ron said, "I don't care who is fucking! I just wanna see!"

Harry said laughing, "Well, then just wait until you get home and spy on your brothers."

Ron smirked at Harry and said, "Oh, you act like I've been the only one to do that before!"

Harry ignored that and said, "Let's go to the beach."

They looked very much the tourists as they walked to the beach. Harry was in his new trunks and carrying a beach towel, camera and a tote with change of clothes for both guys, while Ron, who was wearing the Speedos as Paul had said they were called, carried the sunscreen and his beach towel.

It took awhile for them to walk to a beach where they could lay out, but when they arrived, they rented an umbrella to stick in the sand. They found a spot that wasn't too crowded and laid out their beach towels next to each other.

Harry went to get them some sodas and when he returned he saw that Ron had decked himself out in sunscreen over his body, with a big glob of it on his nose, with sunglasses over his eyes and a hat on his head. Ron had somehow acquired a drink with a sword stuck to an orange slice in it. Harry thought the too-tight Speedos were really obscene, as they left nothing to the imagination.

Harry looked at him and said, "Ron, really, you can see everything."

Ron lifted himself up and pulled the sunglasses down. "Harry, what are you looking at me so closely for, anyway?"

Harry said, "Nobody can help it. What? Are you advertising?"

Ron said, "Oh, you're just jealous!"

Harry laughed, “Right...believe me, I’ve seen it before...no big deal.”

Ron said, “Now I know you’re jealous, ‘cause that’s nowhere near the truth.”

Harry laughed again and said, “Yeah, right. Where did you get that drink?” Harry flopped down on his towel and grabbed the sunscreen to put some on.

Ron said, "Some guy came around. Did you get the soda?"

Harry said, "Yeah, but somehow that drink looks better."

Ron looked over in mock shock and said, "What? You want a drink?"

Harry said, "Yes!"

Ron looked around the beach quickly and pointed him out. "There he is."

Harry got back up and headed over to the guy with the tray full of drinks. He reached him and asked, “Can I get one of those?”

The guy looked at little annoyed for some reason. Harry guessed selling tropical drinks to tourists on a beach probably wasn’t as much fun as it could be. The guy handed Harry a drink and said, “Five dollars.” Harry pulled out six dollars and handed it to him.

The guy said, “Thanks!” and Harry walked through the sand back over to Ron. He reached his beach towel, took a sip of his drink and sat down. The drink tasted nice. It had fruit flavors in it and was rather refreshing.

Harry set the drink next to him in the sand and lie back on his towel and rested in the sun for a while. He occasionally took sips from the glass. He felt relaxed and comfortable. His eyes were shut, but he opened them when he heard someone say, “Want another drink?”

Harry looked over at Ron, who said, “Yeah. You, Harry?”

Harry grabbed his glass and finished the few drops in it and said, “Yeah.”

Ron pulled himself up in a seated position and grabbed money out of the tote. “I got it, Harry.” The drink guy gave one drink to Ron and another to Harry. Ron handed him the money. Harry and Ron laid back down on their towels, lifting themselves occasionally to get drinks from their glasses.

This went on all afternoon. They lost count of how many drinks they’d had, but Ron had kept track of all his little swords. Ron murmured, “One, Two, Four, Five-”

Harry looked over his shoulder. “You miss...missssed...three.”

Ron said loudly, “Huh?”

Harry said, “Three!”

Ron said “Three, what?”

Harry said, “I don’t know.” They were drunk; there was no question.

Later in the day, the wind was kicking up a little and people were starting to leave the beach, so they headed back to the hotel, laughing and stumbling the whole way. Between all the sun they got and the drinks they had, they were being silly.

Ron had got a little sunburn on his back, but he had done a good job of keeping the sunscreen on. Harry was lucky in that he tanned, rather than burned.

Harry stopped at a corner to wait for the light to change so they could cross, but kept looking in the opposite direction of the traffic because that was what he was used to. Ron said, "Harry, the cars aren't coming that direction. They are going that direction." Ron burst out laughing hysterically.

Harry said, "Yeah...what?"

Ron continued laughing and said louder than was necessary, "I said, 'the cards...cars..." He laughed so hard, he couldn't continue. When the light changed they crossed. They were at least clear enough to know where they were supposed to go.

As they walked across the street, a girl was coming from the opposite direction. Ron elbowed Harry in the ribs. As she got closer, Harry smiled at her and said too loudly, "Hello!"

She frowned at him and continued walking past. Ron laughed again and said, "Smooth, Harry!"

Harry laughed as well and they continued to their hotel.

When they arrived to the room, Harry threw himself on his bed and lay there motionless. Ron said, "Lightweight."

Ron said, 'Come on; let's go out tonight. We can take...take...a...what is it...oh, a nap, then go. Okay, Harry?"

Harry moaned and said, "How can you ssssstill keep going?"

Ron said, "'Cause we can sleep when we get back to work."

Harry turned over and looked at Ron, who was already dressed and ready to go. "You're sssslurring your wordssss!"

Ron laughed and said, “No, I’m not, you are. Your parseltongue is coming out.“

Harry said, “Ssssss...No, it’ssss not!“

Ron laughed, “Yes...it is!“

Harry said, “No, it’ssss not! Sssssss. “ He sat up trying to make himself say something without hissing it. He seemed to be speaking a combination of parseltongue and English. “I am not sssspeaking parsssseltongue. Ssssssss...I am not sssspeaking parsssseltongue.” It was no use, he couldn’t do it. Harry lie back down on his bed and started to doze off.

“You can't say it, parselmouth." Ron flopped on his own bed and promptly fell asleep.

A few hours later, Ron woke up Harry. "Harry, come on, let's go out to that club."

Harry said, "No, I'm tired."

Ron frowned and said, "Harry, come on! Don't be a party pooper!"

Harry opened his eyes all the way and said, "A party pooper? What the hell is that?"

Ron said, "That's what Paul called you last night."

Harry said, "Great, thanks!"

Ron said, "Come on, Harry. Let‘s go to SoBe!"

Harry said, “What the hell is that?”

Ron said exasperated, “SoBe? South Beach!”

Harry sighed. Ron said, “So are you coming or what?”

Harry rolled back over on his stomach. "I went to the beach with you today. Isn't that enough?"

Ron said quietly, "No."

Harry said, "Besides, you're already dressed, so obviously you figured I'd say no, right?"

Ron pursed his lips together and looked angry. "You know what, Harry, you're right, as usual." Ron turned and stomped over to the door, walked through it and slammed it shut behind him.

Harry sighed to himself. Why was Ron so disappointed that he didn't want to go to a club? Harry rarely went out when they were at home, so this wasn't unusual. Harry was hungry, so he decided, even though it was late, to go downstairs and get a bite to eat.

He changed his clothes, freshened up a bit, and then went downstairs.