Harry was so close. Ginny and Harry were on the couch in the Burrow, nobody else in the house. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were out to lunch and the rest of them were playing Quidditch outside. Ginny looked at Harry with tears in her eyes. Yes, since their last attempt, they had made love, but it was quick and meaningless. Like they did it just to get it done. But now, they were redoing it. Restarting. Making sure everything was right.

Harry looked at Ginny, and he kissed her one last time. He slowly slid into her as the whole Weasley clan, excluding the parents, Thank God, walked into the living room, with an injured Ron being supported by Charlie and Bill. Hermione looked sickly, but then turned bright red, for she was the first one to notice Harry and Ginny. Everyone was still. You could hear a pin drop.

There was an awkward silence.

"Fuck it!" said Harry, and he began making love to Ginny, in front of everyone's eyes. They all looked infuriated as the couple started making moaning noises. Charlie was the first one to come to his sense and run out of the room. Everyone flushed bright red and ran out after him, after Ginny started whimpering Harry's name over and over. As they both reached their climaxes, they screamed out each other's names. Ginny looked at Harry, love in her eyes.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you, Ginny."

And with that, both of them, now joined in more than one way, laid next to each other, the blankets covering them. Ginny smiled. "You're going to get hell from my brothers, you know"

"Well, that's what they get for interrupting us." Said Harry, and they both fell asleep.

A/N: And that is the end of my saga about Interruptions. Like it? Review. Loathe it? Review. Questions? Review. Comments? Review!

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