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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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A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, and never will. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 2
Hermione opened her eyes and took in the sight of her childhood home. After restoring her parent's memories, they had moved back to England. They wanted to be close to Hermione and her world. She smiled at the thought.
But the smile vanished as soon as reality crashed down around her. She was pregnant. Oh Merlin, how was she going to tell her parents? They would be so disappointed. She squished the guilt that was churning her stomach.
She took a deep breath and started to walk towards the front door. She knocked on it lightly, hoping it was her mother who answered it.
She heard footsteps, and Hermione took a deep breath. The door swung open and revealed Jane Granger. "Hermione?" She asked, her voice full of disbelieving.
"Mum!" Hermione cried, throwing her arms around her mother. Jane caught her and wrapped her arms around her. Hermione's body shuddered as she sobbed against her mother's shoulder.
"Hermione dear, you're soaked! What on earth happened?" She asked, her eyes full of worry. This was so unlike Hermione, what on earth could have happened?
Hermione pulled away and looked up at her mum. Her eyes were red and she was drenched to the bone. She probably looked as miserable as she felt. "I've had a terrible day Mum."
"Did something happen with Ron dear?" Her mother asked gently, trying to figure out who upset her daughter so much.
Hermione bit her lip. "I really don't want to talk about it, not just yet." She walked into the house, shivering. "Can I stay with you and Dad for a while? I don't really have anywhere else to go..." she trailed off.
Her mother nodded. "Of course dear. Why don't you go upstairs and take a shower? Then you can take a nap and I'll wake you up for dinner."
Hermione nodded and turned to go upstairs. With every step, her heart sank deeper into her stomach. She had really messed up, and there was no way to fix it. She groaned at her own stupidity.
She entered her room, and smiled when she realized it looked exactly the same as she left it. She turned on the light, and gently cast a small spell, removing all the dust. She looked towards her bathroom and smiled. She really needed a hot shower.
But not too hot, her conscience chided her. It would raise your blood pressure, and that's not good for the baby.
Hermione bit her lip. There were a lot of changes she would have to make. It wasn't just her life in her hands anymore. She was now responsible for another. Her hand went down and caressed her flat stomach. There was a baby in there.
Muttering to herself, she turned the water on and climbed into the shower. She aahed as the warm water cascading down her body, soothing all her muscles. Her thoughts began to wander.
What would Ron tell the others? She couldn't believe the mess she had created. Would Harry and Ginny forgive her for breaking Ron's heart? She never meant too. She had loved Ron, and a small part of her still did. She would have never hurt him intentionally.
But she did. Hermione knew what she did was bad. She knew she had gotten herself into a huge mess. The next eight months would be hell. But she would do it. She was a fighter, and she would fight for her little one.
She wondered what Percy would think of her break-up with Ron. Would he think that it was his? Or would he assume she was some sort of whore. She shuddered, hoping he would believe her.
Percy was a good man. Sure, he had made mistakes in the past, but he was doing what he thought was right. His career was important to him, and it filled him with such a passionate drive. He was knowledgeable and was always trying to make the best choices for everyone.
A lot of people in the family were still angry with him. Hermione's heart clenched knowing that Percy blamed himself for Fred's death. No one else saw it that way, yet no one dared correct Percy's thoughts. The whole situation was so messed up.
George had forgiven Percy right from the start. He knew family was the most important thing. George's relationship with the rest of the family was strained. He hated how some of them blamed Fred's death on Percy. Fred had been killed by a Death Eater. That was that. He knew Fred wouldn't want them to still be upset with Percy.
Percy and George were close now. Percy often helped out at the shop in his free time. He helped manage the books and bills. George was really grateful for that.
Hermione realized her body was now covered in wrinkles, and quickly shut off the water. She grabbed her robe and put it on. She went into her room and grabbed some sweatpants and a tank top. Walking back into the bathroom, she flicked her wand and dried herself. She dried her hair and pulled it back into a loose bun, a few tendrils still in her face.
She took one look at her bed and realized how tired she actually was. She had barely slept last night, due to her "morning" sickness, which she realized could happen at any time of the day. She shuffled towards her bed and crawled into it, pulling the covers up over her head.
Feeling her eyes feel heavier with every passing second, she let them close. Refusing to think about everything she had to figure out, she drifted into a deep sleep.

Jane was downstairs, chopping vegetables when she heard the front door open. "David?" She called out.
"Yes dear," he replied, walking into the kitchen. David Granger walked into the kitchen and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek. Looking at the table, he realized it was set for three. "Is someone joining us?"
Jane nodded. "Hermione's home. She's going to be spending some time with us."
David nodded, a smile playing on his lips. It had been awhile since they had seen their daughter, and he missed her. But he took in his wife's worried face, and immediately his smile fell. "Is something wrong?"
Jane shrugged. "I'm not sure. I think so. She came home and was sobbing. But she wouldn't tell me what was wrong, so we'll just have to wait and see." Jane bit her lip. "I can't remember the last time she was that distraught."
David nodded. "Maybe something happened with her boyfriend? Or one of her other friends?"
Jane nodded. "We'll just have to wait and see. She'll tell us when she's ready."
"Well, I wish she wouldn't keep so many secrets." David huffed, still slightly wary about his daughter. He felt like they barely knew her…
"She's nineteen David. She's an adult. Hermione's allowed to keep secrets from us." Jane said. She felt as if they always had this conversation. Hermione had just turned nineteen last month, and she knew her baby girl was growing up. David, however, still saw her as the little eleven year old they sent off to that magical school.
David frowned. "I know, but I just feel like we barely know her!"
"She's not a part of world David, you know that. She keeps her Muggle ties, but you know her heart lies in the magical world. It's a part of who she is." Jane said. She glanced at the time. "Set the table dear, I'll go wake Hermione up."
David grumbled in response, and started putting the food on the table.
Jane went up to Hermione's room and knocked on the door. There wasn't any answer, so she gently pushed the door open.
Hermione was curled up, snoring. As Jane looked at her, she realized Hermione looked paler than usual. Was she sick? Jane bit her lip, hoping that wasn't the case.
"Hermione, dear, wake up," she gently shook her.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw her mother staring at her. She smiled weakly. "Hey mom."
"I know you were sleeping sweetie, but I wanted you to eat. You look like you've lost weight." Her mother said gently.
Hermione got up and shrugged on a sweatshirt. "Probably. I've been so busy with work."
Her mother nodded, and went downstairs. Hermione followed her, her stomach growling.
She sat down. "Hey dad." She began to put some rice on her plate, along with some green beans. She grinned when she saw chicken.
"I made your favorite," her mother said with a smile.
Hermione eagerly cut a piece and put it into her mouth. She sighed in happiness. The chicken was coated in rosemary and other herbs. It was delicious. "Thanks mom."
"Anything for you dear," Jane replied with a smile.
"So Hermione, how's work?" Her father asked.
Jane shot him a look. "David," she said warningly. She had told him not to pester her daughter, and here he was, digging for information.
"It's fine," she replied. "Things at the Ministry are well. I've been pushing a bill on werewolf rights, and it's almost through."
Her mother smiled. "That's wonderful darling."
"Is that boy still helping you out? Ron's brother…. What's his name…" Her dad trailed off, oblivious to look of pain that crossed Hermione's face.
Jane however, noticed her daughter's distress.
"Percy. His name is Percy. And a bit. He's been busy with his own bills, but he gives me advice here and then." Hermione said, her throat feeling dry. She took a glass of water and quickly gulped it down.
"How's Ro-"
"David, be quiet." Jane commanded harshly.
Hermione gulped, feeling distressed. She quickly scarfed down her food as her parents gave each other glares. She quickly stood. "Thanks for dinner. I'm going back to bed." She put her plate in the sink and scuttled upstairs.
Jane stood, huffing. "Honestly David," she rolled her eyes.
He huffed. "I've done nothing wrong. I was only inquiring about my daughter's life. I want to know what she has been up too."
"You're an idiot. Can't you see she got upset? She and Ron are obviously having issues, and you bring it up." Jane huffed.
"Oh Jane, don't be mad." David said, giving his wife a look.
"Of course I'm mad at you. Keep your mouth shut from now on when I say so, understood? Honestly, you can be so insensitive." Jane sighed.
"Fine," David said, heading towards his room. On the way, he paused outside of Hermione's. He immediately felt terrible as he heard her stifled sobs.
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