Title: Constant Interruptions
Rating: M
Summary: Hermione and Ron are trying to be romantic, but everyone else just keeps interrupting.
Gift for L.W. on Valentine's Day 2011
In retrospect, planning to lose their virginity to each other in the Burrow over the Christmas holidays was a terrible, horrible idea. It has to special, Hermione had insisted, so Ron had scourged the house for candles, tidied his room, and even put clean sheets on his bed.
When Christmas dinner was over and his parents had gone to bed, Hermione faked a yawn, stretched her arms, and gave a bleary, "G'night, everyone," before heading up the staircase.
After waiting the determined seventeen minutes, Ron faked his own yawn, accompanied by a, "Think I'll turn in, mates", before heading up to his own room.
Hermione was splayed out on his bed, waiting for him. She had changed into a silk nightgown, Gryffindor colored, of course, and his jaw dropped the moment he saw her.
"Baby…," he spluttered.
"Come join me on the bed, Ron."
He granted her request, sliding in next to her on the bed, and capturing her lips with his own. They nipped and sucked at each other for a while until the door opened and –
"Oh, shit," came Harry's voice. "Sorry! Sorry, I forgot that was tonight!"
"You told him?" Hermione shrieked.
"I had to get him out of the room for the night!" Ron said, embarrassed.
"Ugh, Harry, just go bunk with Ginny!" Hermione said, pulling the covers up over herself.
He left, still apologizing.
"Now, where were we?" asked Ron, sensuously sliding his hand down Hermione's thigh.
They resumed kissing, and soon Ron began running his fingers up and down Hermione's body, teasing her, softly grazing over her breasts.
The door slammed open again, this time revealing Ginny.
"You know I'm still mad at Harry for buying my Christmas gift from the twins' shop! Why would you – Oh, god, what are you –"
"Get out Ginny!" Ron and Hermione chorused together.
Ginny slams the door shut, and Hermione starts rubbing her way down Ron's body, stopping when she gets to the waistband of his boxers.
"Can I – ," she asks.
"Yes, please," he replies breathlessly.
She rubs her fingers lightly over his erection, only to be interrupted again by the slamming open of the door.
The twins.
"Heard you guys wanted tonight to be special," starts Fred.
"You might be interested in our new adult line of Weasley Wizard Wheezes," George continues.
"If you two don't leave right now, I will hex your balls off," Hermione growls.
"You've got a real minx there, Ron," George says as he pulls the door closed behind them.
"This is getting ridiculous."
"They're your siblings."
"I'm sorry!"
Knock, knock.
"Ron, Hermione, its Percy. I have to say I highly disagree with the decisions you two are making tonight, and I would like to discuss, in detail, all of the reasons why this is a bad idea."
Ron lets out a painful groan.
"Hermione, dear," comes Molly's voice from upstairs, "…as the smartest witch of your age, I would think you could remember how to do a simple locking charm."
