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Chapter 9

Hermione and Percy had seen each other almost every other day since George and Angelina forced them together. They would meet up at George's and just talk about everything and anything. And the more they talked, the more at ease Hermione became around him.

The next day was dinner at the Weasley's and Hermione was incredibly nervous about going to the Burrow. What would Molly say? Hell, what would everyone else say?

Percy had written to his mother, telling her that he would be attending with a date. Molly had written back ecstatically, saying it was about time her son found a nice girl.

George had reassured Hermione that nothing bad would happen and that he'd prevent anyone from hurting her.

But she couldn't squash the nerves floating around in her stomach.

"Hermione?" a voice called out, vaguely interrupting her thoughts.

"What?" she asked, amused that her voice had taken on a dreamy state much like Luna Lovegood's used too.

"Have you even been listening to me?" Percy asked, an amused expression on his face.

Hermione blushed. "Not really. Sorry Perce."

He chuckled. "It's all right; you look like you could use a nap."

Hermione nodded. "Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea." She stood, gathering her things. "Hey Percy," she turned to face him.

"Yeah?" he asked, stepping closer to her.

Hermione blushed. The sexual tension between the two of them had been unexpected. It seemed like every moment they were alone, Hermione wanted to jump his bones. But she refrained. No, they hadn't even kissed yet, despite how much she wanted too. We're taking it slow, and that's for the best, she reminded herself.

"Hermione, you're spacing out again," Percy said gently.

Hermione blushed. "Right, would you like to come to my parents' house tonight for dinner? Maybe meet them formally?"

Percy nodded. "Sure, if you'd like me too."

"Of course I'd like you too Percy," Hermione said. Leaning forward, she gave Percy a quick hug. "Come by around six."

He hugged her tightly, not wanting to let her go. But reluctantly, he released her. "I'll see you at six."

Hermione nodded before disappearing through the Floo.

"Mum? Dad?" she called out, stepping into the living room.

"Hermione dear, you're home early," her mother said.

"I needed a bit of a lie down. Is it okay if Percy comes to dinner?"

Jane smiled. "Yes, that'd be wonderful! We were started to wonder when we would get to meet the lucky man."

"At six o'clock tonight," Hermione replied cheekily. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up later?"

"Yes dear."

Hermione went upstairs, falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

Percy's lips captured hers. Hermione moaned at the sensation, reaching around to pull him closer.

"Merlin Hermione, you're so beautiful," he whispered.

"Shut up and kiss me," Hermione commanded, pulling him back towards her.

His hand moved down her body, gripping at her waist. Hermione gasped at the sensation. His lips moved to her neck, sucking on the sweet skin. "Hermione…"

"Hermione!"

Her eyes flung open. "Whaaat?"

Her mother chuckled. "Hun, Percy will be here in a half hour."

Hermione mumbled something incoherently. Her mother laughed, closing the door behind her.

Sitting up, Hermione sighed. Was she just having a wet dream? She was covered in sweat and had a tingling sensation throughout her body. Groaning, she got up and headed to the bathroom. She needed to freshen up before Percy got here. Splashing water on her face, she ignored the dirty thoughts she was having. "Hormones," she muttered, "must be the hormones."

Combing her hair, she pulled it back into a loose bun. She put on a bit of make-up and changed her shirt. Dabbing a bit of perfume behind her ears, she deemed herself ready.

Going downstairs, she saw her parents setting the table. "Mum, Dad, make sure you two are nice, okay? Percy's going to be very nervous, and I don't want him to feel uncomfortable."

"No promises," her father said with a smirk.

Hermione sighed. Suddenly, her stomach was filled with butterflies. What if her parents didn't like him? What if he didn't like them? Her relationship with Percy was still somewhat rocky; maybe bringing him to meet her parents was a bad idea. She didn't want to ruin what they already had.

"Hermione, you're shaking," Jane said, coming over. She pressed a hand to her daughter's forehead. "Are you feeling all right?"

Hermione shook her head. "I'm so nervous."

"Don't be. From what you've said, Percy sounds like a wonderful responsible man."

"Yeah, one who is standing by you, despite everything going on," David added.

Jane nodded in agreement. "Hermione, you could have done so much worse. It could have been someone who didn't want anything to do with you or the baby."

Hermione chewed on her lip. "Yeah, I suppose I am lucky he wants to be with me and the baby."

The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Jane said, rushing off to the front room.

Hermione closed her eyes, hoping her parents wouldn't embarrass her.

Jane pulled open the door. "Hello, you must be Percy, come in!"

Percy nodded, stepping inside.

Hermione smiled when he came into the room. Percy came over, giving her a quick hug. "I've brought you flowers," he said, blushing slightly.

Jane smiled. He seemed like a wonderful boy. He had an air of responsibility around him, and was handsome too!

"They're beautiful Percy, thank you." Hermione grabbed the flowers. "This is my Mum Jane, and my father David."

"It's nice to meet you both," Percy said, moving forward to shake Jane's hand, and then David's.

"Nice strong grip," David commented, eyeing Percy. "I like that."

Hermione flushed. Her father was so embarrassing!

"Well, let's move into the kitchen," Hermione said. She grabbed a vase, filling it with water for the flowers.

"I remember you mentioning you liked daffodils," Percy said from behind her.

Hermione smiled. "I did, although I'm a bit surprised you remembered that."

"I remember everything you say."

Hermione blushed. "Thanks Percy."

Everyone sat down at the dinner table, each piling food on their plates. Jane had made some grilled chicken, with steamed rice and sautéed veggies.

They ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, Percy spoke up. "This is delicious Jane."

"Thank you Percy," Jane said with a smile.

Everyone finished up, cleaning their plates. "Let me help with the dishes," Percy said, standing up.

Jane shook her head. "No, that's all right Percy."

"Why don't we go into the living room?" Hermione suggested.

Percy nodded, following Hermione. The two of them sat down on the couch, while her father took a seat opposite them. Jane joined them a few minutes later.

"So, you're going to the Burrow tomorrow?" David asked.

Percy nodded. "We're going to tell my parents about the baby."

"Won't Molly be upset? She seems to have a knack for overreacting," Jane commented.

"My mother and I have been on very rocky terms since the War has ended. It seems she hasn't forgiven me for my transgressions," Percy said dejectedly.

Hermione reached over and grabbed his hand. She gave it a tight squeeze.

"It's just, I know I made a mistake, but I don't know, they should just let it go." He sighed. "Weasleys are stubborn."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "I' m not too worried though. I mean, I'll have Percy, and George and Angelina are very supportive of the whole thing."

"I just can't believe Harry hasn't tried to contact you," her mother said, a bit of anger seeping into her voice.

Hermione just shrugged. "He always stood by Ron. I was the third wheel around them sometimes, so it isn't very surprising. It hurts, but what'll happen, will happen."

Jane smiled at her daughter. "You've grown up so much in the past few months."

Hermione blushed. "Mum, stop it."

Percy smiled at their interaction. It was obvious Hermione got along greatly with her parents and he wished that he got on like that with his. They loved each other, and more importantly, they understood each other. It seemed like the only one that understood him was George, and they were both the social outcasts of the family.

Well, it seemed like Hermione was ready to join the social outcast group.

"So when is your next appointment?" Jane asked.

"The first week of December," Percy answered before Hermione could.

She blushed. He really did remember everything she said.

"It seems you're taking this very seriously," David commented, observing Percy.

Percy gulped. "Yes, I am. Hermione's very important to me, and so is this baby."

"Good, because you better not leave her high and dry, or else you'll have to deal with me," David said, narrowing his eyes.

"Dad, stop scaring him!" Hermione said. "Besides, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"But you shouldn't have too," Percy said, turning to look at her. "I'm not letting you do this alone."

Hermione smiled softly. "I know that Percy, and I'm so thankful for that."

The two of them stared at each other, getting lost in each other's eyes. They stayed like that for a few minutes, just staring.

Jane gave a small cough.

Blushing, Hermione moved her gaze. She had forgotten her parents were in the room.

Percy stood, his face almost as red as his hair. "I'll be over tomorrow around noon to pick you up."

Hermione nodded, "I'll walk you to the door."

Percy nodded. "Thank you both for having me over for dinner."

"You're welcome over any time Percy," Jane said with a smile.

"It was nice to meet you," David added.

Percy smiled at them both, before following Hermione to the front door. He took her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

Hermione pulled back, looking into his eyes. He still had his arms around her. His eyes were beautiful, and she secretly hoped their baby would have his eyes.

"I know we agreed to take this slow, but can I kiss you?" Percy whispered.

Hermione felt her heart beat erratically. She gave a quick nod.

Percy smiled. Leaning down, he gently brushed his lips against hers. It was quick, but it was enough to light a spark. Pulling away, he hugged her once more. "I'll see you tomorrow, love."

Hermione smiled. "Bye Percy." She closed the door behind him.

Percy strut down the sidewalk, a smile on his face. He had kissed Hermione! Oh, he'd never been so happy!