|You Be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet on the Ground
Author: articcat621 PM
Hermione's life is changing rapidly when she finds out that she's pregnant. Can she and Percy make things work, or will it all crash and burn? Read to find out!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Hermione G. & Percy W. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 15,426 - Reviews: 67 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 62 - Updated: 05-09-13 - Published: 12-06-12 - id: 8770333
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I don't own Harry Potter, and never will! Thanks to everyone who's been following this story! You're reviews make me so happy! If anyone is interesting in betaing this story, let me know! I'd really appreciate the help. But I hope you all enjoy!
Hermione had packed most of her belongings into boxes, and was now sorting through the things Ron and her had shared. Frankly, she'd be happy to never see any of it again.
George dragged a large box into the living room. "Merlin Hermione, why on earth do you have so many books?"
Hermione smiled sheepishly. "I think you know the answer to that."
"Brightest witch of her age, right," George said with a skeptical look on his face.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. She finished putting some of the dishes into the box. They were just about done now. Putting her hands on her hips, she let out a small sigh.
"George, thank you so much for helping me."
George grinned. "Hermione, you're like a sister to me. I'll always be around to help you, no questions asked. I promise."
Hermione smiled. "Well, I appreciate it." She took one last look around the room. While it still hurt that Ron and her were over, she knew this was the right thing to do. She was taking a step in the right direction.
"So where are we taking all this stuff?" George asked, putting all the boxes in the corner.
Hermione nodded. "I've moved back in with my parents."
George made a face. "Are you sure that's the best move?"
Hermione let out a huff of air. "I don't really have a choice George."
"Right, sorry," he mumbled, feeling embarrassed. He started to shrink some of the boxes, moving them into his pocket.
"I just don't really have any money, and I've just lost my job, and I don't know," she sighed, plopping down onto the couch. "I just feel so lost."
George grabbed Hermione's hand. "It's okay to feel that way. I know you're scared, but we can do this. Angelina and I will help you."
"Percy will help too if you let him."
Hermione scowled. "I'd like to ignore that bit of information for just a little bit longer."
George shook his head sadly. "Hermione, he isn't stupid. He's going to figure out sooner or later."
George rolled his eyes. "Stop being a baby about this. Percy is going to find out and demand answers. He's going to want to be an active part of your life now, whether you like it or not."
Hermione nodded. "I know, I just don't know if I'm ready…"
"Ready or not, it's going to happen."
"I know George, all right? I know. It's just I care about Percy, but everything is just a mess. I don't want a baby to interfere with our relationship!"
"Current relationship or future one?" George asked, cocking his head. It seemed Hermione was already harboring feelings for the older Weasley boy.
Hermione blushed. "Either way," she said, clearly avoiding his question. "I just don't want Percy to be around me just because of a baby."
George nodded in understanding. "You want him to be there because he wants to be."
Hermione nodded. She got up off the couch. "Come on, I need to get home." She let out a long sigh. "I'll probably have to tell my parents soon."
George nodded. "They'll love you no matter what, so try not to worry."
Hermione remained quiet. What if her parents hated her because of it? Would it ruin their relationship? Would they kick her out? So many questions plagued her thoughts.
The two of them shrunk the rest of her goods and put them away. George pulled Hermione into his arms and apparated them away.
They appeared outside her home. Hermione pulled her key out of her pockets and opened the door. Turning to George, she said "We can just put that stuff in my room. I'll figure out what to do with it later." George nodded and the two of them went upstairs.
George smiled when he saw her room. "Hermione, this is absolutely adorable!"
Hermione frowned. "I haven't updated it in a while," she said, trying to defend herself.
The walls were pink and there were stuffed animals everywhere. It was what the perfect eleven year old girl would want for themselves.
George nodded, but he still had a smile on his face.
She internally groaned, knowing he'd tease her about it later on.
"Well George, thank you for your help, but it's time for you to go." She led him back downstairs.
Hermione's parents were in the living room. "Oh, Mum, Dad, I didn't hear you guys come home."
Jane smiled. "It's all right. George, will you be staying for dinner?"
He shook his head. "No thank you Mrs. Granger, I'm actually on my way out."
Hermione and George moved towards the front door. "Thanks again," she mumbled, pulling him in for a hug.
"Like I said, no problem." He pressed a kiss on the top of her head. "When you want to go to St. Mungo's let me know, I'm sure Angelina would love to go with you."
Hermione nodded. "Okay, I will."
"And let me know if you need anything, all right?" He bent down and looked into her brown eyes. "Anything, got it?"
She blushed, but nodded. "I will George, thank you."
He kissed her cheek then disapparated away. Turning back inside, Hermione saw her parents had brought home Chinese food for dinner.
"So what was George doing here?" Her father asked while setting the table.
Hermione took a seat. "He helped me get the rest of my things from Ron's apartment."
"Oh, Hermione dear, I'm sorry. Does that mean there is no chance for you and Ron to get back together?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes Mum, I'm afraid I messed up. And there's no fixing it."
Her dad grumbled. "I never liked that boy anyways."
Hermione smiled despite herself. Grabbing the take out box, she heaped some of the food onto her plate. She was starving.
Looking up, she saw her parents had concerned looks on their faces.
"Hermione, dear, is there a reason you've put so much food on your plate?"
She shrugged. "I feel hungry."
"First you're not hungry, and then you are? Hermione, what's going on? You know you can tell us dear."
Hermione let out a sigh. This was it. She might as well just tell them and get it over with. Hermione stood. "You really want to know?"
"Of course we do Hermione, we care about you." Her dad said.
Hermione bit her lip. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. She could do this. She was a strong woman.
"Well, long story short, I cheated on Ron. With his brother. And well, to top it all off, I'm pregnant. Ron found out, and broke up with me. And then today, I went to work, and was fired. Oh, and on top of that, my picture is in the wizarding world newspaper, so everyone knows I'm a pregnant whore!" She let out with a huff. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and her dinner plate. "I'll be eating upstairs." Turning, she stormed up the stairs, ignoring the shocked looks on her parents' faces.
Feeling angry at no one but herself. Hermione proceeded to stab at her lo mein. Her stomach growled, and she stopped attacking her food. She ate quickly.
A knock sounded on her door halfway through her meal.
"What?" She asked rather sharply.
"Hermione, can I come in please?" Her mother asked through the other side of the door.
"Fine," she said.
The door opened and her Mum stepped in. She looked at her daughter sadly. "Oh dear," she said, pulling Hermione in for a hug.
"Mum, I love you to death, but if you have some speech for my lined up, I don't want to hear it."
Jane looked at her daughter. Hermione had grown so quickly, it was hard for them to come to terms with that. However, Hermione was ready. She gently cupped Hermione's face.
"Hermione, you're an adult now. I'm not going to sit here and lecture about something you already know." He smiled sadly. "You've always been older than you really are, and that's made you mature. Hermione, you're more than ready, and capable, of taking care of yourself. You'll be a great mother, because you've always been caring after those you love. I know you'll be great at it, and I'm here, and your father is too. We love you, and we'll support you, and be happy to help you whenever you need it."
Hermione had tears in her eyes. "Oh Mum!" She cried, throwing her arms around her.
Jane hugged her tightly, letting Hermione cry on her shoulders. "It'll be okay," she whispered.
Hermione nodded, too choked up to speak. Her mother still loved her, and her father did too. Maybe things would be all right after all.