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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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Hey guys, sorry it's been so long since I've updated! Life's been crazy! But basically, this chapter has a million little viewpoints, so we see everyone's thoughts about Hermione & Percy! Thanks to all the people out there who are still showing this story love! You all rock! Xx

Chapter 11
Hermione tore herself from Percy's embrace, looking around frantically. She dashed to the closest room, slamming the door shut behind her. She quickly warded it before Percy could follow her in.
Looking around, she realized she was in his bedroom. Percy's bedroom… the place where they had…
She swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling really dry. She moved towards the bed, sitting on the edge.
"I'm going to throw up," she whispered to herself. Bending over, she placed her head between her knees. Luckily, her bump was so miniscule that bending like that was still possible.

"Hermione, please open up!" Percy cried worriedly, banging on his bedroom door. He tried to open it, even using Alohomora. It didn't make any difference though, Hermione had warded it shut.
Percy was nervous. He had expected his family to react negatively, but was still upset that had happened. They were his family and he was hoping there was a slim chance they'd forgive him, but apparently it wouldn't happen.
But he had never expected his mother to be so rude. Calling her a harpy, insinuating that Hermione tried him into sleeping her? What utter rubbish!
"Hermione, love, please open up," he called through the door. Percy could hear her sobs and they were breaking his heart.
"I just want to be alone," Hermione's quiet voice replied.

Hermione had rolled onto her side, curling up into the fetal position. She couldn't believe the Weasley family acted that way!
And Harry! She couldn't believe him! He was supposed to be her best friend, but he had left her, just like everyone else.
A sob escaped her lips.

The Floo roared to life moments later, Angelina and George stepping out.
"Where is she?" George asked at once, taking in Percy's worried face.
"In my bedroom," Percy replied. "She won't let me in."
"Let me try," Angelina said, moving towards the door. She lightly knocked on it. "Hermione, sweetie, its Angie, can I come in?"
The door opened up a smidge. She shot the boys a grin before slipping inside.
Percy looked on in disbelief. "I can't believe she'd let Angie in, but not me."
George clapped him on the back. "Why don't we have a drink? I have a feeling the two of them will be in there for a long time."
Percy nodded, leading his brother towards the kitchen.

Molly was furiously scrubbing the dishes in the sink. She usually did them by magic, but she was just so angry that she needed to give her hands something to do.
"Molly dear, calm down," Arthur said, entering the kitchen.
After everyone had left, dinner had continued a bit awkwardly. No one dared mention the elephant in the room though.
Approaching his wife, Arthur pulled her from the sink and the two of them sat down at the table. "Molly," he began.
"I just can't believe her! Cheating on my poor baby, with Percy of all people! I thought I raised him better," Molly said, her face still bright red.
"Molly, we never really gave them a chance to explain," Arthur said quietly.
"Explain what? I don't care if it was on purpose, or an accident, I don't want that witch in my house."
"I think you're being a bit rash," he said.
"Rash? I'm being no such thing! That girl is tearing apart our family! I've barely seen George, and she's driven him further away!" Molly continued her tirade. "Where did I go wrong?"
"Molly, you hold a grudge too quickly," Arthur snapped at his wife, furious that she wasn't actually thinking about it logically.
"What?" she asked, her mouth gaping.
"You haven't exactly been nice to Percy. No one in the family has. And he has certainly paid the price. As for Hermione, I know she's a smart girl, a nice one too. People make mistakes, but I've come to think of her as a daughter."
"No, she's ruined this family. Hermione's no daughter of mine," Molly said, standing up and walking back towards the dishes.
"Well, just think about your actions Molly, because you'll drive all our children away if you don't realize it," Arthur said so softly Molly almost didn't hear him before he exited the room.
Once he disappeared, a strangled sob escaped Molly's throat.

Angelina had entered the room, crawling onto the bed with Hermione. The two of them had somehow worked their way under the covers, cuddling each other.
"It'll be okay," Angelina whispered in Hermione's ear repeatedly.
"I don't know how," Hermione cried. "Everyone hates me! Percy's whole family hates me. And in time, he'll hate me too because of it."
"That's nonsense, Hermione. He loves you. And I know you really care about him. This baby won't drive the family apart… the family's been falling apart since the War," she whispered the last part quietly.
"Really?" Hermione asked, rolling onto her side so she could see Angelina.
"Really. Think about it, one of her son's died. Her eldest has Lycanthropy symptoms and married a superficial witch, Charlie's gay and barely ever comes home, and George doesn't like going there because of the way people treat Percy. Yes, Percy made a mistake, but he had his reasons. And he's apologized for them. But no one can let go in that family. Ron just lost you, although I don't really think there was much there to begin with, and I'm sure Ginny is ready to move in with Harry. Everyone's growing up, and Molly doesn't know how to deal with a broken family. She holds onto grudges, instead of moving on. It's quite sad actually."
Hermione was quiet for a moment. "I suppose I'd be angry if I was her… but that's no excuse. Percy is her son; she should love him equally as much as his siblings."
Angelina shrugged. "She's just… stubborn. Most Weasleys are," she said with a grin.

Harry and Ginny were in the backyard, hovering on their brooms.
"I feel like we should have stuck up for Hermione," Harry whispered.
Ginny bit her lip, but nodded. "I felt so torn. I mean, I'm upset that she cheated on Ron, honestly, but I think Mum took it a bit too far."
"I agree. She must be going through a hard time, and I'm sure this just made it so much worse."
"Harry, we didn't even write her. We didn't even ask for her side of the story…" Ginny whispered, horrified. "We've been awful friends!"
Harry shook his head. "I just… I believed Ron. But even if what Ron said was true, we should have contacted her anyways. Merlin, I don't even know where she's been living!"
"I don't know either, but I think we should write her a letter… maybe go see her? We at least owe her that."
Harry agreed with Ginny. He had just been so upset at Hermione; he didn't even think to talk to her. He wouldn't be the bit surprised if Hermione didn't want to speak to him ever again… he had been a shite friend.
"Still, and this is probably weird, but her and Percy are actually quite alike," Ginny piped up.
"Yeah, he is. She used to hang on his every word when we were younger," Harry said, smiling.
Ginny smiled, but only for a moment. "We really messed up."
"Yeah, but hopefully it isn't too late to fix it."

"George, I don't know what to do. I want her to be happy, but I have no idea how to do that," Percy said, stirring his tea. He had added a drop of firewhiskey to his. After seeing his family, he always needed firewhiskey.
"Well, are you two dating?" George asked, raising his eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you boyfriend girlfriend? Do you take her out to dinner?" George asked again.
"Oh, well, we never really gave it titles. And I have not taken her out. We mostly just sit around and talk," Percy explained.
"See, she's probably feeling self-conscious!"
Percy looked puzzled.
"Look mate, I know you're not good with women, but they're super easy. Hermione's feeling insecure about the two of you because of what happened just now with Mum. But you can fix that by actually doing something! Take her out for dinner; let the world see she's yours! But staying indoors, you're giving the message that you don't want to be seen."
"Really?" Percy asked. Was George being serious?
"Yes, really. Take her out for dinner, woo her. Talk about something besides the baby."
"Oh. I haven't really thought about that."
Angie reappeared a few moments later. "She's all yours Percy."
"That's my cue to leave," George said, quickly finishing his tea. As he walked near the Floo, he turned to Percy. "Think about what I said." He disappeared into the fireplace, Angelina following him.
Percy slowly approached the bedroom. "Hermione?" he called out gently.
"You can come in," she called back.
He pushed open the door, taking in the sight before him. Hermione was tangled in the sheets, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "Oh Hermione," he whispered, instantly feeling bad.
"Just come here," she said quickly. "Before I start crying again."
Percy immediately obliged. He crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm sorry for the way my mother acted."
"It's okay Percy. I knew there was a chance today was going to be bad," Hermione said. She turned so her face was now buried in the crook of his neck. Tentatively, she placed a kiss on the exposed skin.
"But still, I just want you to know that it doesn't change anything. It doesn't change how I feel about you."
"And how do you feel about me?" Hermione asked, her big brown eyes gazing up at him.
"I love you, Hermione," he whispered, tucking a wet curl behind her ear.
She smiled. "Percy, I'm not there-"
"I don't expect you to say it back," he said quickly.
"Yet," she finished. "I'm not there yet, but with how things have been going, I definitely will be."
Percy smiled at her. Feeling the moment was right; he leant down and brushed his lips against hers.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was perfect. It was soft and gentle, but full of meaning and emotion.
The moment the kiss was broken, Hermione looked into Percy's eyes. "That was nice."
He snorted. "I should hope so, Hermione."
Hermione let out a small giggle.
"But it was nice," he said, giving her a quick kiss again.
Hermione snuggled into the bed. "Can I sleep here tonight? I'm too tired to move," she said, yawning seconds later.
"Sure, let me just Floo your parents," Percy said, untangling himself from her arms.
Percy reappeared fifteen minutes later, sliding into bed behind her. "All right," he whispered in her ear. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed Hermione had taken her clothes off and was now wearing just her knickers and one of his old tee shirts.
"I didn't want to sleep in my own clothes," she whispered, reading his thoughts.
He shrugged. "You look sexy in everything," he said honestly. He scooted close to her, so her back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand resting on her tiny bump.
"I love you," he whispered. "Both of you."
Hermione smiled, closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.
Percy fell asleep soon after.

Ron stared at the tumbler of vodka in his hand. "They'll pay," he whispered to himself, "they'll pay." He knocked it back before ordering another one.
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