Title - Getting Away 4/14

Author - Lena

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

Rating - this chapter - NC-17

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

Chapter Four - Sheridan

Harry had been hanging around Diagon Alley a lot. He was still in training, but he was bored with his life. He missed Ron terribly and other than work, he really did not do much of anything. He saw his friends now and again, but things without Ron were just drab. He was happy with his new little home and he had bought many things to decorate it with, but he knew he could not just keep buying things for his house.

Bill finally caught up with him one day, when Mrs. Weasley had told him where Harry went.

Bill meet him in front of Florish and Blotts and pointed out a girl with short dark hair behind the counter. They were in front of the big picture window, standing on the street, so that she could not see them.

“You go in there and talk to her.” Bill said.

“No!” Harry said.

“That’s fine.” Bill pulled Harry’s arm, started to open the door and drag him in.

“No! Wait. Okay! I will do it!” Harry fixed his rumpled shirt, pulled the door open and walked in.

He sauntered over to the magazine rack, trying get a good look at Bill‘s friend. She was petite with dark hair similar to his own and she looked a couple of years older than he, but Harry was never good at figuring a woman’s age. She had a slight tan that complemented her features and Harry like the way her hair curled up at the ends.

He looked at Bill who was still standing outside the window with his hands on his hips, looking annoyed. He put down the magazine and walked over.

She looked up when Harry stood in front of the counter. “Hello, can I help you?”

“Oh, I just had not seen you before? Are you new?” Harry noticed her long dark eyelashes and brown eyes.

She laughed, “Is that a come-on line?”

Harry looked horrified. “Oh, no. Not at all!!” Then he too, laughed. “I am not very subtle, I guess.”

She looked down, but smiled. “No, but that is all right and yes, I am new.”

“How long have you worked here?” Harry asked.

“Only a couple of days.” She said.

Harry leaned closer to her, wary of the customers who were milling about. “Would you like to go out sometime?”

She smirked at him and said, “But you don’t even know my name?”

“Oh, well, that always brings up my name,” Harry said softly.

“Well, my name is Sheridan. And yours?” She asked.

“Harry. Harry Potter.” Harry said.

Sheridan looked up quickly, then said, “Nice to meet you.” She said it such a pleasant way that Harry knew she was not going to be like some of the other people he meet.

“So, would you like to go out with me?” Harry asked.

“Yes, some time. Why do not you come by tomorrow around five? That is when I get off work.” Sheridan said.

Harry grinned. “That would be great! I will see you then.”

Sheridan smiled back, as she turned to help a customer.

Harry left the store feeling a bit happier, now that he had a date for the next day.

*****

Harry came by the next day about ten minutes before five. He waved at Sheridan when he came in, but she was helping a customer, so he picked up a magazine and flipped through it while he waited.

Finally she came over and said, “My shift is over. Ready?”

Harry put down the magazine and said, “Yes. Do you want to go for a bite to eat?”

“Sure!” She said.

They left the bookstore and walked down the street to Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor.

*****

They sat at the counter of Fortescue’s and chatted.

She said, “So, you are still in training?” Everyone knew Harry had killed Voldemort in his seventh year at Hogwarts, took a few years off to play Quidditch and just relax, then had spent the last year training to be an Auror. He was behind in training and older than the usually trainee, but everyone understood why he was taking his time.

“Yeah. Taking my time, though I am sure soon, they are going to get tired of it.” Harry said.

“No, you take your time…I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you deserve it, Harry.” She said.

“Thank you, Sheridan.” Harry smiled at her.

They continued talking and eating, enjoying each other’s company.

Suddenly, she reached under the bar and grabbed Harry’s thigh. Harry jumped, but did not pull away.

“You do not mind that I am a lot older than you, I guess?” Sheridan said.

“Oh, you cannot that be that much older.” Harry said.

She laughed loudly. “Yeah, right.” Then she continued. “And I hope it does not bother you that I like girls.”

Harry sputtered his drink and had to wipe the counter with his napkin. “Girls? You like girls? Than why have you got a grip on my leg?”

“Do you mind?” She asked.

“No, not at all. I am just wondering, is all.” Harry said.

“Well, if you have to label me…I am bisexual. I like girls a lot, but I fancy a bloke now and again.” She said.

“Wow!” Harry said surprised.

“Oh, please, you aren’t one of those guys who wants to see two girls together? Typical bloke!” Sheridan said, laughingly.

“No…I mean, yeah…Well, what I mean, is that I love girls, but I like blokes too. I’ve always been really confused about it. I’ve never met anyone else like this.” Harry said.

“Really? You like guys, too?” Sheridan asked.

“Yeah.” Harry admitted.

“Have you been with a guy before?” She asked.

“I’ve kissed a couple but, no, I haven’t….haven’t…well…” Harry said haltingly.

“Oh.” She simply said.

“What about you ? Have you been with girls?” Harry asked, curiously.

“Yeah. But I tend to like girls more. You know. But I like who I like.” She explained.

“Me too.” Harry said.

“And I like you.” She pressed her hand against his thigh.

Harry smirked at her and scooted closer. “And I like you, too.”

They did not go home together that night, not that they did not want to, but they made promises to have dinner the next night together. Harry could not quite get up the nerve to ask her to go home with him and Sheridan did not offer, so Harry decided to wait until what the next night held.

****

Harry got to the bookstore a few minutes before five and Sheridan was all ready to go. When Harry got there, she grabbed her purse and followed him out the door.

He grabbed her hand and the headed down the street to a new restaurant. Harry said, “Is this okay?” He pointed to the sign which read, ‘Bonjour Amour’.

Sheridan squeezed his hand. “Oh! This is the new French restaurant!”

“Yes. Is that okay?” Harry asked.

“Oh, yes, Harry! I love French food!” She beamed at him and Harry quickly hugged her. They clutched hands and walked in the door of the restaurant. They walked up to the maitre d’ and Harry told him he had reservations under ‘Potter’. The maitre d’ raised his eyebrows, but did not say anything. He walked them to their table, which was near a window. It was a small table for two with a vase in the middle with a few flowers and a lit candle to the side.

The maitre d’ pulled out the Sheridan’s chair for her and gave her a napkin, as Harry sat in his own chair. The maitre d’ asked, “Would you like some wine or perhaps something else?” Harry asked Sheridan if she wanted something to drink and she told the maitre d’ that she would like a rum and coke. Harry ordered a drink as well.

When the drinks came, Harry said thank you to the busboy and asked Sheridan, “So how was your day?”

Sheridan took a sip of her drink and said, “It was fine. Crabby customers. You know. But it was all right. I like my job.”

“Do you?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I do. I like working with the books, getting to read the new ones that come in.” She said.

“But the customers…can’t they be difficult at times?” Harry asked.

“Sure, and I really hate when we have book signings, but for the most part the customers are nice…like you.” She smiled at him and he grinned.

The was a moment’s silence between the two, as Harry contemplated how he wanted to ask her something. Then he said, “How did you know?”

She looked up from her drink. “How did I know, what?”

Harry looked around before he continued, “How did you know you were…” Harry whispered, “…bisexual?”

Sheridan laughed, “Harry, it is okay. I do not really like the word, but it is the only thing that really describes me, I guess. It took a long time for me for figure it out, too. Are you a bit confused about it, Harry?”

“Yeah, I am. Sometimes, I just do not get it. I think it would be easier to like one or the other.” Harry admitted.

“But you don’t, do you? Who’s the bloke you like?” Sheridan asked.

Harry’s head snapped up. “Bloke?”

“Yeah, you would not be this conflicted if you didm’t have a crush on someone.” She was perceptive.

“But, I…I…” Harry stammered.

“I am right, aren’t I?” Sheridan smiled knowingly.

Harry was speechless.

“Come on, Harry. Who is it?” She asked again. The waiter came up to take their order. Harry was grateful for the intrusion. They ordered and the waiter left. Harry toyed with his glass.

Sheridan reached across the table and grabbed his hand. She made him let go of the glass. He looked at her.

“Harry, I am not going to let you off the hook.” She said.

“Sheridan…I…” Harry stopped, then continued, “Okay…it is…um…my best mate, Ron. We went on vacation together and he has always had feelings for me, I guess, and I, you know, have like guys and girls, and well…he is living with someone in the States and I think that I really screwed things up, because I let him get away, when I know if I had not been in denial, I think, then I could’ve had…him…or…but now…it is too late…”

“Harry, stop. It might not be too late. Have you talked to him about this?” She asked.

Harry looked down, not wanting for her to see his eyes. “A little, but he is with someone else now.”

“Well, for now…” Sheridan caressed his hand. Harry looked up at her, grateful that she seemed to care so much.

The food came and they ate in relative silence. They did not say much because they did not need to. Harry had not felt this close to someone ever, except for Ron.

They finished their meal and decided to split a chocolate mousse. They took turns scooping out the melted chocolate and eating it. Harry noticed how sensual she moved the spoon against her lips, pressing it on her tongue and flicking at it over and over. He tried to do the same and she smiled slightly as his attempt to flirt.

When they finished, Harry paid the bill. They clutched each other’s hands when they got up. They looked at each other and knew how the night was going to end. Sheridan said, “Your place or mine?”

“Mine,” said Harry and led her outside to Apparate to his house.

*****

When they got to his house they had Apparated in his living room. The moment Harry’s head stopped spinning, he clutched Sheridan by the upper arms and gave her a hard kiss on the lips. He felt her arms wrap around him and she moved her hands under his shirt. Her fingertips softly moving against his bare skin made him shiver.

He kissed her deeper, tongues intertwining. He pulled away to look at her.

She snuggled against his neck, placing small, light kisses under his ear. Then she whispered, “Where’s your bedroom?”

Harry felt his cock jump at the words and he guided her to his bedroom. He wanted her incredibly bad. Harry pulled his shirt off, then reached under Sheridan’s shirt and caressed her breasts through her bra. He heard her breathe out onto his neck, when he touched her.

Harry slipped his hand under her bra and felt her warm, pert nipple and round, firm breast. She wrapped her arms around him again and pushed her hands in the back of his waistband. Harry felt her hands push down touching the top of his arse and move a finger between his crack. He moved against her, letting his cock grow and stroke himself against her thighs.

She then reached in front and slowly began to unbutton his jeans. Harry’s cock bulged from his jeans. She slightly brushed her hand on his cock. Harry whimpered. He could tell she knew what she was doing. He wondered just how much experience she had. But he was happy she did.

She peeled down his jeans and boxers in one motion. She bent down and pulled off his trainers. She pushed him down onto the bed and quickly stripped her clothing away. Harry lay on the bed flat on his back, his cock bobbing up at attention.

She stood there for a moment, staring at him, as he looked at her small, perfect figure and round, pretty breasts, then his eyes roamed to the dark, curly hair between her thighs. He smiled, “you are beautiful.”

“God, Harry.” Then she said, “Scoot up a bit.” Harry scooted up on the bed and Sheridan crawled on top of him. She hovered over him letting her breasts wave above his face. He reached with one hand to grab one and reached with the other hand to brush against her clit. It was wet and dripping, as was his cock. He pressed his fingers against her and she reached down and kissed him hard.

She reached down between Harry’s legs and grabbed his cock. She stroked it a few times, before she aimed it for her pink, swollen opening. Harry gasped with excitement as he pressed his head back against the bed. He felt his cock being surrounded by her tight hole and he moaned loudly.

She lifted herself up and down on Harry’s hard rod, moaning. Harry felt her breasts slapping against his chest, until she put her full weight on him and they squished hard between them. She continued moving her lower body over his, pumping his cock into her.

She went faster and faster, panting, making Harry cry out, as he began to buck his own hips in rhythm of hers. They were sweating, moving fast, pumping hard, until Harry quickly moved his hand back to her clit and felt how swollen she was. He rubbed it between his fingers, trying to make her come the same time he knew he would.

Finally, she moaned in a low gutteral voice and began bucked uncontrollably, as Harry’s hips came off the bed to meet her straining lower body and they both came in a chorus of cries and screams of passion.

She fell on him, with her sweating body, curling her head against Harry’s neck. Harry tried to catch his breathe and wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth.

“Oh, my God, Sheridan…” Harry said.

“Yeah, Harry, I know.” She said.

“Stay with me tonight. Do not go home just yet, please?” Harry said.

“I will stay. Most definitely, love!” She said.

Harry chuckled and whispered, “You are brilliant, Sheridan.” Harry said.

‘Yeah, Harry, I know,” she repeated.

*****

The sun streamed in through the open curtains and Harry threw his arm over his eyes. His other arm was tingling, still asleep, trapped under Sheridan. He looked over at her. He thought she was beautiful. Her small heart shaped mouth was slightly open, breathing softly. Her dark hair had fallen partly in her face and covered her eyes.

Harry leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She murmured, but did not wake up. He kissed her again, as he laid his free arm over her shoulder and curled up against her.

He sighed and feel asleep again.

*****

Harry woke with a start when he realized Sheridan was not in bed anymore. He pulled the covers over himself and listened for noises, hoping she was still in the house. He lay back on the pillow, feeling disappointed. Then he heard something coming from the kitchen, then steps down the hall. Then the door opened and Sheridan stood there stark naked carrying a tray with toast, jam and juice on it. He could see her clit, pink and swollen large, poking out of her dark curly hair between her thighs.

“Morning!” Sheridan said. “I only made toast because you do not have much in the house. Guess I could’ve conjured some bangers and mash…”

“No, no, this is wonderful!” Harry sat up in bed, as Sheridan crossed the room. She set the tray down on the bed and let Harry pick a piece of toast. He chomped hungrily on it, as she pick up another piece and spread some jam on it. Harry tried to keep the crumbs on the tray, but a few stray ones, landed on the duvet. Sheridan waved her hand and they flew up to the plate.

Harry was impressed. Her powers rivaled Hermione’s. Though Harry had no way of knowing, and did not really want to, he was sure Sheridan had Hermione beat when it came to the powers she had possessed the night before.

Harry finished his toast and gulped some juice. Sheridan finished hers, as well, and move the tray to the floor. She wrapped herself around Harry and said, “Do you have to be anywhere?”

“No, not all weekend.” Harry said.

“I do not have to be back to the store until Monday, so I guess, we have the weekend, if you like.” She said.

“Yes, I like. Would you stay?” Harry said.

“Yes.” With that Sheridan threw her leg over Harry and nearly devoured his lips in a hard, wet, powerful kiss.

*****

By Sunday afternoon, they were sore, but refused to admit it. Harry could barely move, as his lower back was hurting from the bucking back and forth, and his dick was actually sore. Sheridan had a cramp in her thigh, but tried to ignore it and her vagina was swollen and pinker than usual for all the rubbing Harry had done with his hands and cock.

They lay in bed curled up with each other, wanting to do more, but they were afraid to hurt themselves even more. They took interspersed naps between fucking, so they weren’t particularly tired, but they rested just the same.

After a while they decided to get up and take a shower together. They had not showered the whole weekend and they needed it.

Harry went in to get the water warm, while Sheridan picked up all the clothing that had been strewn on the floor. When the shower was ready, he called for her to join him.

Harry hopped in the shower and Sheridan followed. Sheridan grabbed a washcloth and suds it up with soap. She told Harry to turn around. She washed his back for him, then aimed lower and washed his arse, including his crack and area surrounding it.

Harry gasped when she touch his hole with the warm, sudsy washcloth. His cock immediately stood at attention though Harry was afraid he would not be able to do much. He never thought that would ever happen. He let that thought fall from his mind and turned around and pressed his cock between her legs, stroking himself with her thighs.

When he was nearly ready, she turned around and bent over. He moaned and aimed for her pretty pink vagina. He bent her over further to get at her, and she widened her feet out to accommodate him, before he shoved himself inside her. She panted and hung on to the shower walls. She was under the spray and Harry was utterly turned on watching her and touching her wet and slippery body.

He grabbed her hips and moved them in a rhythm. Harry let go of one hip and reached around to grab her breast. He flicked his fingertip against a brown nipple, then pinched it, listening to Sheridan squeal in delight.

Harry finally came again, as he thrust his hips back and forth, keeping her close to him. He felt the water wash over them and he had to steady himself so he would not drop her. He pulled away from her and pulled her close. She turned around and hugged him tight.

Harry grabbed a towel that was hanging over the curtain rod and wrapped it around them. He waved his hand to turn off the water and pulled the door open. They stepped out and Harry ran the towel over her body, drying first her, then turning the towel towards himself.

“You know, Sheridan, you are so wonderful.” Harry said.

“Thank you, Harry. I am glad you do not mind that I am older than you.” She said.

“Oh, you are not that much older.” Harry said.

She laughed uproariously. “Oh, I guess we never talked about it. Not that I care.”

Harry looked at her oddly. “How old are you?”

“I am 33.” She said.

“Wow! I am 22.” Harry said.

“Does it bother you?” She said.

“No, not at all. You are brilliant and you are beautiful, so why should I care?” Harry said.

“Oh, good, because I like you Harry.” She said.

Harry stood in the middle of the loo, with a towel on the floor, looking at the gorgeous naked body in front of him with just a smile on his face and a dick between his legs, that was again at attention, waiting for instructions.

*****

They were dressed, cuddling on the couch late in the evening, knowing Sheridan had to go home. Both had to work in the morning.

“I have to go,” said Sheridan quietly.

“I know, but I don’t want you to,” Harry whispered back. His hand was caressing the bangs on her forehead out of her eyes. He noticed, not for the first time, how much her hair was like his. Dark and messy. He smiled to himself as he continued touching her hair.

He lowered his lips to the top of her head and kissed her. “Sheridan, I like you a lot.”

Sheridan sat with her eyes closed feeling Harry’s fingertips on her skin. “I like you, too, Harry.”

“Can I see you again?” Harry moved his lips lower to whisper in her ear.

Sheridan lifted her head and opened her eyes to look at him. “Yes, I want to see you again, too.”

Harry hugged her tighter. She continued, “I have to go home, Harry.”

“I know.” She unwrapped herself from Harry and stood up, smoothing her clothes. “Owl me, Love.”

“I will.” Harry promised.

And she Apparated with a loud crack, leaving Harry alone and with the fact that he had to sleep by himself that night.