Title - Getting Away 10/14

Author - Lena

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

Rating - this chapter - NC-17

For warnings, disclaimers, etc. please see chapter 0/14

Chapter Ten

One evening, Harry walked down the street to meet Sheridan at a meeting. He whistled to himself, which he never did. He had been pretty happy of late. He had made a conscience decision to see what happened. He knew he needed to do things on his own and he was okay with that. He decided that he liked both men and women and couldn’t help it. Nor did he feel he needed to justify himself. But there were moments when he thought of Ron and missed him.

He had taken the Tube and continued from the station to the building. He began to cross the street when a car moved out of the lane into the gutter. Harry saw it coming, but couldn’t do anything about it. He raised his hand to try to do some quick wandless magic, but the car came too fast. It grazed Harry with enough force to push him to his back onto the sidewalk. He remembered hitting his head on the sidewalk before he passed out.

*****

Harry woke up in with a crowd of people looking at him. He was laying on the sidewalk with a bump on his head, scraps on his elbows, and torn jeans. He started to get up, but a woman pushed him back down. “Don’t get up, honey, you’re hurt. The ambulance is coming.”

“What?”

The people glanced at each other. “What is your name?” asked the woman.

“Harry. But…I don’t need an ambulance,” he said.

The group murmured as a wail could be heard in the distance. Harry knew he needed to go to St. Mungo's Hospital, but he had no idea how to tell these people. He was a bit fuzzy and his head hurt something awful.

The siren got very loud and he put his hands on his ears to try to drown out the noise. The group parted as the emergency workers ran up to help Harry. The police arrived as well and began asking the group questions about the accident. The driver had not stopped, but the crowd gave good descriptions of the automobile.

The emergency workers put a white collar around Harry’s neck to help stabilize it, then checked the bump on his head and the scrapes. Harry began to move. The paramedics told him to keep still, then asked him his name.

“Harry. But I don’t need all this.“ He reached for the collar to take it off. “I need to go to St. Mungo's Hospital.” The workers exchanged glances and one of them said, “Calm down. You’ll be okay. Stop moving around.”

The other one asked, “Is there someone we can call?”

Harry hesitated. He did not know who they could call. The only numbers he knew and someone who actually had phones were Ron in Miami and Hermione’s parents. He opted for Hermione’s parents. He gave Hermione’s number to the paramedics and let them take care of him.

He knew they wouldn’t let him do what he wanted, but he knew once Hermione found out, she would get him to St. Mungo's Hospital somehow.

Harry was scared as they moved him onto a gurney and moved him through the crowd to the ambulance. The policeman followed saying, “I’ll need to talk to him later.”

The paramedic said, “At the hospital, once he is stable.”

The police officer nodded and wrote on his notepad.

The paramedics wheeled Harry into the ambulance with a bump, that caused his head to hurt again.

The siren started again. Harry hated it and wanted it to stop. A paramedic was putting a strap on his arm and pumping on it. Then putting something stinging on his scrapes. He began to move again, starting to whimper. He was starting to hurt and wanted them to stop poking at him.

He felt the ambulance start up and drive down the street. Harry wanted someone, anyone that he knew. He was scared and didn’t know where he was going.

*****

The ambulance finally came to a stop and the doors swung open. The paramedics rolled him out and toward more doors that swung open inward. At this point, Harry assumed he was going into a Muggle hospital.

“Have you called Hermione’s parents?” he asked again.

“No, we will now that we are here.” The paramedic said.

“Okay.” He said nervously.

They took Harry down a hallway to a small room with two beds. The bed had a curtain around it and reminded Harry of the Hospital wing at Hogwarts. They transferred Harry to one of the beds and different people began removing his clothes and poking his body again. He struggled against them. “Hey, wait…no…call Hermione!”

“Please calm down. We need to help you!” The paramedic said.

One of the paramedics leaned over and said, “I will call Hermione. Don’t worry.”

Harry whimpered as a nurse gave him a shot in the arm. Then they rolled him away to take x-rays and a test to check his head. He began to get very sleepy and it was a long time before he saw the paramedic again.

“Harry?” The paramedic asked.

Harry opened his eyes and saw the paramedic from earlier. “Yeah?”

“I called Hermione and she will be here soon. She said she would bring the Weasleys?” The paramedic said.

“Yes, they’re like my family.” said Harry, sleepily. He gave a huge yawn that seemed to split his already hurting head.

The paramedic smiled and said, “Has the police officer been here yet?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Harry said, yawning again.

“They gave you something to help you relax.” The paramedic explained.

“I don’t like it. I want to go home. I want Ron.” Harry said.

“Who’s Ron? Do you want me to call him, too?”

Harry panicked and said quickly, “No, no, that’s okay.”

The paramedic patted his arm and said, “Don’t worry, Harry.”

Harry felt his eyes flutter as he tried to stay awake. He wanted to talk to Hermione the moment she got there. He wanted to get out of this Muggle hospital and go to St. Mungo's Hospital. He wanted…he wanted…

“Ron,” mumbled Harry as he fell asleep.

*****

Harry was still sleeping when he was awoken by someone coming in the room. He opened his eyes to see Hermione and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Hermione flew to his side and said, “Oh, Harry, are you okay?”

“Hi, Hermione.” Mrs. Weasley reached down and hugged him. “Hi, Mr, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Harry, we are trying to get you out of here,” Mr. Weasley whispered, though he looked around interested in the medical equipment.

“Thank you, I know they can fix me up quicker at St. Mungo's Hospital.”

Then a police officer came in. “Hello, Mr. Potter?”

Harry answered, “Yes.”

“I have some questions about the accident. Are you up to it?” The policeman said.

“Yeah, okay, but can my friends stay?” Harry asked.

“Of course.” The policeman said.

The policeman asked Harry to remember anything he could about the accident and if he remembered a description of the car. Harry did the best he could. He could remember a lot, but not very much about the car. He was still a bit groggy from the medication they had given him.

When the officer left, Mr. Weasley again reiterated that they were doing their best to get Harry moved to St. Mungo's Hospital. “It is difficult. Fortunately, you don’t have any broken bones, so maybe they will let you out tomorrow and we can have you get a check-up at St. Mungo's Hospital.”

“I called Ron,” Hermione blurted out.

“What?” Harry said, turning and hurting his head.

“I called Ron.” Hermione said.

“Okay,“ said Harry, shakily. “Would you owl John and Sheridan, too?” Harry hoped beyond hope that Ron would come back to see him, but he could not keep his hopes up. Then Harry said, “What did Ron say?”

“He was worried,“ Hermione said.

“Is he coming home?”

“Uh…I think so.”

“Oh.” Harry said.

“I will owl John and Sheridan for you, though.” Hermione said.

“Thank you, Hermione.” Harry yawned. He was still tired. “Do you mind if I take a nap?”

Mrs. Weasley patted his arm and said, “No, no, dear. We’ll talk to the people here, then speak to the Ministry of Magic. We’ll visit a bit later.”

“Thank you, but I’d like someone to stay while I sleep.” Harry said.

Hermione blurted, “I go owl John and Sheridan, then come back and sit with you, Harry.”

Harry yawned again and nodded his head before shutting his eyes.

*****

When Harry awoke again, it was late. Hermione was still sitting there, but her head was lolled to one side, as she was asleep. A nurse came in and took Harry’s temperature. The nurse whispered, “You will probably be released tonight. The doctor will come by in a bit, but everything looks okay.”

“Thank you.”

The doctor came in just after the nurse left and looked at Harry’s chart. Hermione woke up with a start. “Well, Harry,” the doctor said. “You can go home. There’s no broken bones and your head, except for that big bump, you will be all right.”

“Oh, good.”

The doctor laughed. “Sign here.”

Harry signed on the paper and the doctor tore a copy of the paper off the clipboard and handed it to Harry.

The doctor left the room and Hermione said, “Good, Harry. I will go get Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and we can go.”

“Did you owl John and Sheridan?” He wanted ask about Ron again, but he was afraid he knew the answer to that.

“Yes, Harry. I just couldn’t wait for an answer!”

“All right!” Harry thought Hermione seemed irritated.

“You haven’t asked about Ron.”

“I don’t think he will come and I didn’t want to get my hopes up, okay!” He snapped back.

Hermione stomped out to find the Weasleys.

*****

Harry heard a *CRACK*. It woke him up. His eyes flew open and he saw Sheridan standing there. She immediately dashed over to Harry.

“Harry, are you okay?” she asked.

Harry smiled at her and said, “Yeah, a bit of a bump, but I am alright, honest.”

She sighed, “I was so worried about you.”

He reached up and touched her cheek. She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth.

Harry’s bump hurt but not enough to make her stop. He returned the kiss and she laid her head on his chest. “Are you really okay?”

“Yes.” Harry whispered. “I am.” He turned and put his nose in her neck and breathed in. She always smelled wonderful. He continued, “Lay next to me.”

She smiled and he scooted over. She pulled the covers up and crawled in next to him. She leaned into his neck and kissed him again. He snuggled next to her.

She reached under the covers and brushed against his cock. He shivered and sighed. She asked, “I’m sorry.”

He laughed, “For what? It feels good. I’m not thinking about the bump on my head anymore.”

She giggled and put her hand over his cock again. Harry’s cock grew with excitement and she pulled at the cotton gown they had given him to wear and freed his cock. Harry sighed again, as she began petting him. “Oh, Harry…” She panted and continued, “Harry…would you touch me…touch my arse?”

Harry curled onto his side and whispered, “Yes.” She pulled down her pants to her knees and she spooned up next to him, with her arse fitting next to his cock. Harry wetted a finger in his mouth and placed it on her hole. Then he moved his finger to her wet vagina and then moved it back to her arse. He placed his finger inside just slightly. Then he pressed his finger all the way inside and moved it around. She groaned and moved slightly to the feeling.

He pulled out his finger and placed two fingers inside. He continued moving them in and out and around, watching her trying to concentrate and relax and breathe quietly.

He pulled his fingers out and placed three fingers inside. He began moving his fingers faster. Then he moved his other hand to her vagina and rubbed slightly. She moaned out loudly.

She whispered, “I’m ready, Harry. Put your dick inside me.”

For a moment, Harry though she meant putting his dick in her arse, but he thought she must have meant her vagina. So he pulled his fingers out and leaned her a little forward to be able to reach her. He aimed his dick for her vagina when she pushed him away, “No, Harry, my arse.”

Harry said, “Oh…”

She said, “You’ve never had anal sex with a girl?”

Harry was embarrassed because he thought she thought he probably should have done that before, but he had not. He had always let John be the top, so this was a bit new to Harry.

“Um…no…” Harry said haltingly.

“It’s okay, but it is about time.”

She leaned forward a bit so he could grab her arse. He placed his hand on her hips and aimed his cock to her hole. He pressed his dick against her opening. His cock was hard and dripping and he pushed it slightly inside her.

Sheridan gasped out and Harry felt her arse clench. He whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes…please just put it inside me…please…” She panted out.

Harry pressed his cock further inside her and could not believe the hot suction that he felt. It felt a lot like being inside her, the way they usually did it, but this was a little different. Harry felt like his cock was going to disappear inside of her.

She grunted out, “Touch my clit, Harry.”

Harry moved his hand around to the front of her and began rubbing her clit, which was swollen and dripping wet. He pressed it between his fingers, making sure he touched it in the right place. He knew he had when she started grunting uncontrollably.

He was nearly ready to come, himself, and he began bucking his hips against her. His cock was completely inside of her and he moved back and forth, thrusting forward, then thrusting back. He left one hand on her hip, holding her still, as she grunted low and deep. Harry began losing control and rubbed her hard in front and pushing as far inside her as was possible.

He finally shuddered and she yelled out in a massive low grunt, that sounded like a caged animal. He made one more push as he came and felt himself spurt his come inside her arse. He called out in a hoarse whisper, “Oh, God! Oh, God!”

His cock fell out of her and he wrapped his arms around her. He was sweating and tears formed in his eyes for how good it felt. She curled into him and sighed. “Harry, you are such a wonderful lover!”

He pressed his face into her neck and said in a muffled voice, “Thank you.”

They lay there for a little while, surprised that they hadn’t been caught by a nurse, Hermione or anyone else. She finally pulled up her pants and crawled out from the covers. Harry adjusted himself and laid back onto his pillow. Sheridan sat in the chair next to his bed and leaned down once more to kissed him before…*CRACK*…she left.

*****

Harry left the hospital late that night with the Weasleys and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley did not want to let Harry stay in his house alone, so he spent the night at the Burrow. He owled John and Sheridan to let them know where he was.

A little while later he got a owl from both. Sheridan wrote that she would be by the next morning to visit. John wanted to come over right away. Harry owled him that he could, but that since he was staying at the Burrow, John shouldn’t spend the night.

John came by soon after. Mrs. Weasley offered him some pumpkin juice, so he took some and an extra to take up to Harry, who was in Percy’s old room.

John knocked on the door with his foot, as his hands were full. Harry called, “Come in.” He opened the door with his wand, for John. John came in and set the glasses on the nightstand, leaned down and kissed Harry on the cheek.

“Thank you for coming.” Harry said.

“You always say that.” John laughed.

Harry laughed. John planted himself next to Harry on the bed. Harry sat up and scooted over a bit. “John, we can’t do anything here.”

“Why?” John asked.

“Because I feel funny about it.” Harry said.

He could feel John bristle. “Because this is Ron’s house.”

Harry did not say anything, which told John everything.

John got up. “Harry, if Ron came back and ask you to be with him, would you?”

Harry did not say anything once again.

John clenched his fists. “Harry?”

“No! Yes! Maybe!” Harry whispered. “I don’t know. Don’t be mad at me, please. You’ve know about him.”

“Yeah, and it doesn’t make me happy. I like you, Harry. I don’t want you to love Ron.” John said.

“But, John, I don’t have a choice. I do love him.” Harry said.

John’s lips pursed with anger.

“Sit down, John, please?” Harry asked.

“Why?” John asked.

“Because I want to spend time with you.” Harry said.

“But I’m only good enough until Ron comes back.” John said.

“Don’t say that. Ron‘s not here and he‘s not coming back anytime soon!” Harry said.

John didn’t say anything.

Harry said, “You don’t seem to be jealous of Sheridan?”

John was still silent for a moment. He clenched his fists, then said, “She’s a girl. She’s no competition.”

“This isn’t a competition, John.”

Harry did not mean to upset John, but he never wanted to make him think there would be anything more than what they had. They were having fun. He thought John had understood that a long time ago.

Harry continued, “John, I never meant for us to be more than…” He trailed off.

John stopped clenching his fists and grimaced. He looked defeated. He knew Harry had never promised him anything more than what they had. “I know…I just…I don’t know.” John sat down again next to Harry on the bed.

“I’m sorry. And when you are not feeling well.” John wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulder. Harry moved closer, hugging him.

John looked at the bump on Harry’s head. It was a knot coming through his messy black hair. John said, “Oh, Harry, that bump looks awful.”

“Yeah, it hurts too.” Harry said.

“I’ll bet. Poor thing.” They snuggled as John reached for a glass of pumpkin juice and took turns with Harry drinking it.

*****

Harry had fallen asleep and did not hear John move away to a chair on the other side of the room. John did not want to make things uncomfortable between them or have one of the Weasleys’ finding them, by falling asleep next to Harry and having anything happen.

Harry slept through the night without a sound. Mrs. Weasley check on him once and saw John sleeping in the cushy chair he had changed the wooden one into. She softly closed the door.

*****

John woke up first in the morning and walked over to Harry. He kissed him on the cheek hoping to wake him up. Harry felt the flutter on his face and wiped his hand at it. John kissed him again and Harry opened his eyes.

He smiled at John’s face looking down at him.

John kissed him again. Harry knew both of their cocks were hard and wanting more, but Harry did not want to do anything at the Burrow. Not with Mrs. Weasley just downstairs. And even though he had denied it, it was true. This was Ron’s house. He let John kiss him some more, but would not let him put his hand down his pyjama pants.