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You Be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet on the Ground	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3422 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
"Mum! I can't find my sweater!" Hermione cried. She had been digging through her closet for the past fifteen minutes looking for her yellow sweater. It was nowhere to be found. She collapsed into a heap on the floor, putting her face into her hands. She began to sob.
Jane ran into Hermione's bedroom, the yellow sweater in her hand. "Hermione, calm down."
"I can't!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
"Your sweater is right here, see?" she said, holding up the yellow garment. Hermione looked upwards, but didn't stop crying. Jane sighed. She was hoping Hermione would last another month or two before the hormones really kicked in. She kneeled down next to her hysterical daughter, pulling her into her arms. "Calm down Hermione."
She turned to face her Mum. "I just can't."
"Hermione, you're freaking out about a sweater."
She stared at her mother for a minute, deadly silent. She then burst out laughing.
Jane laughed too.
Hermione reached up and wiped the tears off her face. "Oh, I'm such an idiot."
"No you're not sweetie, you're just pregnant. It's okay to have a breakdown every now and then."
Hermione blushed. "Well, I'm still embarrassed."
"It's fine, but you need to finish getting ready because Percy will be here any moment."
"Right!" Hermione stood. "I just need to put the sweater on."
"And fix your make up."
The doorbell rang.
Hermione let out a small eep, before running towards the bathroom. Jane chuckled. "I'll go get the door then."
Hermione mumbled something in response.
Jane went downstairs, opening the door to let Percy in. He was wearing some nice dress pants and a light blue dress shirt. "Hi Jane," he said with a smile.
"She's almost ready," Jane replied. "She's a bit on the hormonal side though, so just watch out," she whispered.
Percy's eyes widened, but he gave a quick nod.
Hermione came down the stairs moments later. She was wearing some dark blue jeans with a white tank top. The yellow sweater was unbuttoned, showing off her miniscule bump.
"You look lovely," he said, smiling when he saw her. He crossed the room, giving her a quick kiss. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," she replied, smiling. She was rather nervous, but knew she could do it.
"I'll Apparate us a bit down the road." She nodded.
"Bye Mum!" Hermione called, walking out the door with Percy.
"Good luck!" Jane called after them. "You'll need it," she whispered.
"Hold on," Percy whispered to Hermione. She wrapped her arms around him, allowing him to Apparate them away.
When they landed, Hermione broke away. She doubled over, dry heaving a bit.
"You okay?" Percy asked worriedly.
"Mhmmm, Apparating just makes me feel really nauseous," Hermione explained. Standing upright, she rubbed her stomach. "Baby doesn't like it very much."
"Well, we're almost at three months, so why don't we just stop Apparating? We can Floo from now on, okay?" Percy looked at her lovingly.
Hermione smiled. She loved how he always said we, not you. They were in it together, and he was doing a wonderful job of showing that. Looking down the dirt road, she saw the Burrow.
The Burrow had been her substitute home for so long. She remembered staying up late with Ginny, watching the boys play Quidditch, and the twins causing mischief. A sense of longing appeared on her face. She wished things were different.
"What's wrong?" he asked, moving his hand towards her lower back. He rubbed it soothingly.
"So much has changed," she murmured, looking at the house still.
"Yes, it has. But that's what war does Hermione, it changes things." Percy felt the same way. The Burrow used to be his safe haven, but now, it was his hell. Ever since the rise of Voldemort, he had been the outcast of his family. And he knew that wasn't something that was going to change. But he had George, and Hermione now too. He'd be all right. "You ready?" he asked, looking towards Hermione.
She gulped, but nodded.
Percy held his hand out.
Hermione stared at it for a moment before placing her hand into his grip. She looked up, giving him a smile. "Let's go."
The two of them walked down the dirt road towards the House. Once there, they both took a deep breath.
The door flung open before Percy could even knock.
"Oh Percy!" Molly cried, wrapping her arms around her son.
Percy grimaced. His Mum was always like this. She would fawn over him when he was over, but wouldn't dare contact him otherwise. It was rather annoying.
"Are you eating enough?" Molly asked, pulling back to look at her boy.
"Fine," Percy answered curtly.
Molly's eyes moved towards Hermione, immediately narrowing. "You have a lot of nerve showing up here," she said, distain in her voice.
Hermione cringed a bit. Ron obviously turned his whole family against her.
"Hermione's here with me, mother," Percy said, moving towards her side.
Molly pursed her lips, but didn't say anything. She stepped aside, allowing them in.
Hermione stayed close to Percy. What was once a place of warmth and happiness for her had become an awkward and uncomfortable place.
The talking in the kitchen stopped once they saw who stepped in. "Hermione?" Harry asked, surprised to see her.
"Hello," she said softly.
No one said anything after that. The awkward silence filled the room.
Hermione felt her face grow hot with embarrassment.
The fireplace glowed and George stepped out. Molly pulled him in for a hug, while Angelina stepped out behind him. At once she moved towards Hermione, pulling her in for a hug.
"How are you?" she whispered in Hermione's ear.
"Rather uncomfortable," Hermione whispered back.
The Burrow was filled with an awkward silence once more. But no one was saying anything bad, so that was a good thing, right?
"Well, dinner is just about ready, so why don't we move into the kitchen?" Molly suggested, pretending Hermione wasn't there.
But at that moment, Ron came thundering down the stairs. His jaw dropped when he saw Hermione standing there.
"Why are you here?" he asked rudely.
"I came with Percy," Hermione responded. Her heart started to beat fast.
"Well, you're not welcome here, so get the hell out." Ron's face was red, signaling his anger.
"She has every right to be here!" George protested, moving towards Hermione.
"No, she doesn't, that bastard child and her don't belong here," Ron said seething.
Hermione felt the tears pour down her face.
"The child isn't a bastard!" Percy shouted.
All eyes turned towards him.
"It's mine," he said.
Chaos broke loose. Ron lunged at Percy, knocking him to the floor. George grabbed Hermione, pulling her back. He didn't want her to get stuck in the fight.
"Stop!" she cried.
"You stole her from me!" Ron cried, pulling at Percy's hair.
"You never deserved her!" Percy cried back, punching his brother in the face.
Harry watched with shock, Ginny sitting next to him with her mouth wide. "Should we do something?" Harry whispered.
Ginny shook her head. "I think Ron needs this." The two watched on in shock.
"You didn't deserve her," Percy repeated, throwing another punch.
"Enough!" Bill cried. He moved forward and grabbed Percy, pulling him away.
Percy shrugged himself out of Bill's grip. "Hermione's having my baby, and I don't want to hear a single thing about it, understand?" Percy growled, looking at his family.
Molly pursed her lips, looking at them. "Hermione, I think you should go."
She felt the tears slid down her face, but ignored them. "All right." She moved towards the fireplace. Percy followed after her.
"Percy, you can stay," Molly said, her voice sounding sickingly sweet. "I don't know what that harpy did to you, but you're welcome here." She smiled at him.
Percy's face scrunched up in disgust. "If Hermione isn't welcome here, then neither am I." He gripped Hermione's hand. "And just so you know, I'm in love with this harpy." Giving his mother one last look of defiance, he stepped into the Floo with Hermione. They disappeared in a green flash.
Silence surrounded them.
"Well, dinner's ready, so come on," Molly said, acting as if that had never happened.
"Are you serious?" George asked as everyone got up to go into the kitchen. Everyone gave him strange looks. "What the hell is wrong with all of you?"
"Son, let's just go eat," Arthur said, moving towards George.
He shook his head, stepping back. "If this is how this family will act, then I want no part of it." He Flooed out, Angelina following close behind.
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