Chapter: 11- Interrupted

Harry carried her to an open door, entered it and then kicked it shut behind them. Ginny was shivering in his arms, anticipation making her grow warm all over. Harry placed her on the bed and pulled back so that he could unbutton his shirt. She moved his hands away as a sudden burst of urgency hit her. His buttons flew open under her fingers and she placed a gentle hand to the naked skin exposed there. She helped him out of his shirt and then tentatively moved her hand over him, sliding it down to the clasp on his trousers.

He uttered a soft moan as he placed his hand over hers. "Wait, love, don't rush this. We have all the time in the world," he whispered and crawled onto the bed with her.

Harry pulled her tightly into his arms and smiled down at her. He brushed her hair behind her ear gently, unable to speak. "What is it?" she asked breathlessly. She could feel his body warm against her and it was driving her wild. She wanted him to claim her again; it wasn't something she could hide any longer.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been dreaming about this?" His voice was ragged as his fingers traced her face, almost as if he were going to memorize it. "I've never wanted this with anyone else; you've been my only one."

Ginny swallowed hard, the emotion that he evoked in her was threatening to come to the surface, and she could feel the tears prick her eyes. "I wish I could say the same," she whispered achingly. The tears broke free and rolled down her face. "Make me forget him, Harry. I want you to erase all memories except for the ones I have with you. I want you to fill me up so there isn't room for anyone but you."

Harry's lips crashed down on hers then, giving her his answer through his kiss, it was hot and passionate, filled with everything they had once had… and would have again. She moaned into his mouth and let her fingers entwine in his hair, molding him to her. She was hungry for what he could give her, damn… she loved him.

She shifted her hips so that they pressed tightly against his, letting her feel and cradle him between her thighs. Heat poured through that intimate contact and she felt an electric shock soar through her. "Harry, oh, Harry…" she moaned.

His lips moved away from hers and fell to her neck. He placed soft kisses along her collarbone and then he touched his tongue to the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat. "You taste like honey," he said and grazed his teeth along her throat.

"You are playing with me," she rasped hoarsely. Harry chuckled as he took her earlobe between his lips and tugged on it. She smiled and began to run her hand over his exposed chest. Two could play at the game of seduction, and she knew all of his sensitive spots. She brushed a finger lightly over his nipple and he gasped.

"You little minx," he laughed in his husky voice and kissed her again. "I suppose you won't let me do anything else until we make love. You better be careful what you wish for."

He took both of her wrists in one hand and held them above her head, ignoring her soft protests. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, enjoying and savoring each moment that another inch of her soft ivory skin was cleared to his view. Finally he released her hands for long enough that she could remove her shirt.

Without even thinking about what was going to happen next, they scrambled out of their remaining clothing and came back together, skin to skin. His hand snaked across her hips and he pulled her tightly to him, their groins pressed against each other. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him roughly. "Make love to me," she begged against his lips.

Harry didn't answer her; he just reached down and cupped one bare breast in his hand. Ginny's breath came out in a hiss of air as she fought to keep control of the situation. "You love it when I touch you," he teased and bent down to kiss the valley between her breasts. She bit her lip and nodded. Harry chuckled again. "Are you ready for me, love?" he asked.

"Yes."

Harry nodded and leaned over her. "I love you," he whispered and then they were one. Ginny cried out and wrapped her arms tightly around him. Slowly and steadily they rose to their peak, both of them breathing hard and gasping for air. Finally she felt it, the hot, white lightning that shot through her body in a spasm of pleasure. She felt Harry collapse against her and she smiled.

"I'd forgotten how amazing it was," she admitted in a weak voice. Her hands were smoothing his hair back from his face; she couldn't seem to stop touching him.

"It was better than I remembered," Harry agreed and placed a soft kiss to her lips. He rolled them onto their sides and let his hand rest on her hip. They stayed like that for several long minutes, enjoying the aftermath of their lovemaking, unwilling to disentangle themselves from the other.

Ginny finally broke the silence as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his temple. "I love you, Harry," she whispered. His body went still as her words penetrated his mind.

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely. Ginny turned his face so that they were eye to eye.

"I've never stopped loving you," she said. A tear slipped out of the corner of Harry's eye and fell down his cheek. Without warning she was being crushed to his chest as he held her tightly.

"I thought I would never hear you say that again," he admitted in a voice thick with tears. Ginny struggled to free herself from his strangle hold and when she did she kissed him sweetly.

"There is something else that I've been meaning to talk to you about as well…" she began nervously.

"What is it, love?"

Her eyes met his again and she saw all the love in the world in them, and it was all for her. She knew that Harry would be elated to hear what she was going to say, and she really didn't want to keep him waiting any longer. "I've decided to move in with you… if you'll still have Natalie and I."

For the second time in as many minutes Harry froze, his eyes widening. "Do you really mean it?" he asked.

"I want to be able to wake up each morning and see you before I see anything else," she said smiling, "it's the only thing I've ever really wanted. The difference is that I'm ready for that now." She put her hand to touch his cheek and he covered it with his own.

He closed his eyes and just let the feel and scent of her wash over him. "You've just made me the happiest man in the world," he whispered.

"Good," she teased, "I'd hate to think that becoming a real family would make you sad."

"Would you like to do some more work on adding a new member to that family?" Harry asked with a twinkle in his eye. Ginny chuckled and raised her lips to his.

"We do have all weekend don't we?"

Ron was pacing nervously in front of the kitchen fireplace. He knew that Harry and Ginny would be angry at the intrusion upon their weekend, but it was an emergency. Family matters were more important than a weekend alone together… right?

Still unsure of whether he was making the right decision, Ron took a pinch of floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace. "Potter's Pad," he said clearly and stepped into the emerald green flames. Within seconds he had whirled through the floo grates and had landed in Harry's living room.

He stood up and brushed himself off, listening for any sound. He wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of walking in on his sister and his best friend in bed together. He steeled himself and began walking through the flat for wherever they would be. Finally he found them sleeping in a large bed, wrapped in each other's arms. He sighed in relief; at least he wasn't interrupting anything.

He walked up beside the bed and coughed loudly. When that didn't get any results, Ron grabbed his wand and it emitted a high pitched whistle. Harry jumped and then hurriedly covered himself in the bedclothes as he realized who it was. "Dammit Ron, what are you doing here?" Harry demanded. He turned to help a furious Ginny get herself covered up.

"How dare you barge in on us!" Ginny cried indignantly. Then suddenly her face fell and the color turned to ash. "Oh no… is Natalie all right?" she whispered.

"No, it isn't Natalie," Ron assured her, "but you need to come to the Burrow as soon as possible, it's about George and Katie."

Ginny's eyes widened, "Not again," she said softly. Ron nodded and Ginny sighed. "All right, give us a few minutes to get dressed and we'll meet you in the living room so you can tell us what happened."

Ron left the room and Ginny hurriedly rummaged through her overnight bag to grab some clothing. "What is going on?" Harry asked as he changed as well.

"George and Katie have been having problems for about two years now. They were separated for a few months, but they got back together and decided to work things out when they found out she was pregnant. George is crazy about her, it breaks his heart to know she doesn't feel the same way," Ginny said sadly.

Harry felt a tug on his heart as he thought of what George must go through in a loveless marriage. "Why did she marry him in the first place?" Harry asked, "If she doesn't love him then why did she marry him?"

"She told me once that she was flattered to be loved the way he loves her, and she never thought anyone would ever love her that much again. She thought she could grow to love him, but she couldn't," Ginny sighed and walked over to Harry, wrapping her arms around him.

"She left him again?" Harry surmised.

"I don't know, I guess we will find out," she looked into his eyes, "Sorry about our special weekend, Harry."

"Don't worry about it, we will have all the time in the world after you move in," he promised and kissed her gently.

They walked into the living room and saw Ron sitting on the sofa, running his hands through his hair worriedly. He turned, saw them, and stood up. "I'm sorry to ruin your weekend, but this is really important," he said.

"Don't worry about it, let's just go and see what is going on with George," Harry said.

They arrived at the Burrow to see the entire Weasley family crowded into the kitchen, all of them trying to comfort George, who seemed to be very interested in the pattern of the tablecloth.

Ginny broke through the crowd and knelt by George's side. "What happened?" she asked softly, putting her hand on his. As if he had been waiting for his sister to come and unlock the floodgates of his emotions, he started sobbing. "Oh George," she whispered, hugging him tightly.

The family slowly filtered out of the kitchen, leaving Harry, Ginny, Fred and George alone in the kitchen. George lifted his head up to look at his sister and Harry saw the heartbreak and desperation in his eyes… and the hate. "She left, took little Charlie with her," he said in a voice like sandpaper.

"No!" Ginny cried, "How could she?"

"He isn't mine; she lied to me when we got back together. I wondered why he had blonde hair, all the rest of our children had ginger hair… but he was a blonde," he said softly.

Harry was horrified at what Katie had done. "Whose child is it?" he asked.

George swung around to look at Harry and then he laughed dryly, "One of her co-workers at St. Mungo's isn't that just bloody brilliant?" He sounded bitter and resentful and Harry couldn't blame him.

"She served him with divorce papers yesterday morning," Fred explained.

"Just when I thought that we could work through it all," George hissed.

"Would you take her back again?" Harry asked softly. Tears filled George's eyes then and he sighed.

"I thought the answer would always be yes, but then she slept with someone else while she was still my wife, how do you forgive that? No, Harry, I wouldn't take her back now if she came crawling back on her hands and knees and told me that she loved me. She is dead to me," George whispered.

Harry felt a chill run though him at George's words and knew that it was true. Katie had been completely and totally removed from his life the moment she told him that Charlie wasn't his. Harry turned to look at Ginny and he saw the anguish in her eyes. He knew how much she loved her brothers; she would do anything for them.

"Daddy, where is mommy?" came a soft voice from the doorway. Harry turned to see George's oldest daughter Jessica walk into the room. "She left yesterday and she hasn't come back home yet."

George held out his arms to his daughter and she crawled into his lap. "Jess, your mommy isn't going to be coming home," he said, his voice full of tears.

"Does she not love me, J.R. and Eric anymore?" she asked.

George closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Sweetheart, of course she loves you guys," he began but Jess was crying now.

"She took Charlie with her!"

"I know, but she promised that she would come and see you guys soon," George said and Harry knew he was making it up so the little girl's feelings wouldn't be hurt.

"You won't ever leave us, will you daddy?" she whispered sadly and reached up to touch his face.

"I would never leave you guys, Jess. You three are my life." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and rocked her in his arms.

"Katie never took as much interest in the children as George did; she told Angelina once that she only had the kids because she knew George wanted them," Fred whispered to Harry. "I don't think she is going to come back for them, and it's going to break their hearts."

Harry watched George with his little girl and wondered how any person could be so heartless as to leave a family as wonderful as the Weasley's. He reached for Ginny's hand and squeezed it tightly. He had found his family again, and would never let them go.