A/N After the next few chapters, updates will be slower, because I am, nearing the end of my holidays, and have to go back to school. Also, if you are wondering when this takes place, as you already know, it takes place right after the battle in May, so this would be the beginning of June.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters etc etc . . .
Chapter 8: Interrupted
"Goodnight Harry. Thanks. I love you." She said to him, before turning to her own bedroom.
"I love you too, Gin."
Harry saw the door to his bedroom open not longer after getting into the bed Kreacher had made up for him. It was Ginny of course.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked quietly
She shook her head. Harry pulled back the sheets, allowing her to join him.
"Found something to sleep in, I think it was yours. It was under the bed you slept on, so I assumed it was yours." She said when she saw him frowning at her nightwear.
"I wondered where that shirt had gotten to."
She was wearing a black shirt she had found in Harry and Ron's room and put it on, suspecting it was Harry's. She never bothered taking off her bra, preferring to sleep in it, when she didn't have her pajamas.
When she was comfortable in his arms, he gave her a peck on the top of her head, before falling into a dreamless sleep.
Harry was slightly startled when he felt his chest being constricted, but when he looked down it was just Ginny. Her red hair was curtained around her face, and on his chest. He had forgotten she had decided to sleep with him last night. She was still asleep, so he carefully extracted himself from under her, and placed her head back on his bed. He walked into the bathroom, where he stripped himself of his clothes and turned on the shower. When he got out, he picked a fluffy blue towel, and dried himself. He picked up his clothes, along with his shirt from the previous night, and pulled it over his head. He walked back into his bedroom. Ginny was still asleep, so he quietly picked up his glasses and wand from the bedside table and walked out of the room and down the stairs and into the kitchen.
He picked up a clean mug and poured himself some of the hot coffee Kreacher must have made. He noticed that the remnants of the broken vases were in the wastebasket. He pulled out his wand, and began to charm the utensils to cook a breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast while he sat down on a nearby stool and supervised.
Later, when breakfast was ready Harry served it up and placed it all on a single tray, along with a small vase with a single lily, and carried it up into his bedroom, where Ginny was still sleeping. He set down the tray on the bedside table, and gently placed a kiss on Ginny's lips, his favourite method of waking her up. She opened her eyes, and smiled at him.
"Morning stranger." She said groggily.
"Morning yourself. I brought you some breakfast. I doubt it's anywhere near as good as your mum's but . . ." he trailed off, before handing her the tray of breakfast.
She picked up a bit of bacon, had a bite, and nodded. "Want some?" she asked. He nodded, and she allowed him to take a bite.
"Not that bad, if I do say so myself." He said, grinning.
Ginny finished her breakfast, giving Harry a bit here and there, before banishing the tray to the kitchen sink, and rolling over to face Harry.
"I love you so much."
"And I love you." He said, kissing her briefly on the mouth, tracing the outline of her bottom lip with his tongue. She parted her lips slightly, and allowed her tongue to slide over his, into his mouth. She used her right hand to gently pull his glasses off his face, and put them on the bedside table. For the first few minutes they both were teasing each other, but before long they were both having a hard time controlling themselves; their hands were roaming over the others body. One of Ginny's hands were in his boxers, stirring Harry up. She knew what effect she was having on him, and she knew he liked it. Somehow, though, Ginny had managed to pull his shirt back over his head, which now lay discarded on the floor. With her free hand, Ginny traced circles on his bare chest with her index finger.
Harry wasn't doing much worse to her either. One of his hands was in her hair, massaging it with his touch; the other was in the process of pulling the black shirt off of her curvilinear body.
He had finally pulled the shirt off of her, and carelessly threw it onto the floor, and then resumed kissing the nape of her neck, going lower and lower, before he reach her panties, which were a nice shade of hot pink, like her bra. He fiddled with the material for a minute, before yanking them down to her ankles, which she then kicked off of her, and onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
He was just about to tackle the clasp of her pink, lacy bra, when the doorbell rang.
"Fuck!" he said, falling onto the floor with shock. He before grabbed his shirt off of the floor, not bothering to put it on and he raced out of the room and down the stairs. He nearly tripped a dozen times because he couldn't see without his glasses. He chose a few choice words when he stubbed his toe on the wall, and again when he tripped over the umbrella stand.
Unlocking the door, trying to pull the shirt over his head, and flatten his hair, which Ginny had so kindly messed up for him, when she had engaged in the battle to get his shirt off.
He checked the peephole, but couldn't see anyone. Frowning, he opened the door.
"Harry! You're here. Thank god! We've all been so worried. Where's Ginny?"
