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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 3
Hermione awoke the next morning, groaning. She had to go to work; the last place that she wanted to be. Closing her eyes, she decided to stay in bed for another fifteen minutes.
Suddenly, her stomach churned. Bolting out of bed, she ran to the bathroom, barely making it on time. Clutching the toilet, she retched. And retched. And retched again.
I barely even ate anything last night! She groaned, laying her head on the cool floor. She felt like terrible, but knew she had to go. Glancing at the clock, she realized she was going to be late.
Hermione quickly took a shower, scrubbing everywhere. Hoping out, she dried herself and threw on her work clothes. Tying her hair back into a bun, she ran downstairs.
"Where are you off too so early Mione?" Her father asked from the kitchen table.
"Work!" She shouted, grabbing an apple of the counter. "Love you both!"
"Hermione!" Her mother shouted, but it was too late. Hermione had already disapparated.
Jane sighed. "David, something isn't right."
He rolled his eyes. "Obviously, I mean, she's staying here."
She shook her head. "No, something else. Hermione has spent the entire time sleeping. She never used to sleep this much!"
He shrugged. "Maybe she's being over worked? Jane, dear, you know Hermione is a go getter, and is probably just putting too much work on her plate."
Jane bit her lip. "But she barely ate last night, and only grabbed an apple for today."
"She might be nervous" David countered, flipping through the paper.
"But she just looks so sickly! Pale, but her cheeks were flushed. She was sweating, I could tell." She began to pace.
"Good God woman, sit down!" David shouted, unable to take it anymore. Jane glared at him, about to retort when he held his hand up. "Look, I know you're worried about her. I am too, okay? But she's an adult, you said so yourself. If something is going on, she'll tell us when she's ready."
"Something isn't right. I know our daughter David; I know something is seriously wrong!" Jane protested.
"You need to let her be." He said, finality in his voice. "And I'm not just making up excuses. She can handle herself."
Jane huffed, going into the basement to do some laundry.

Hermione ran down the halls towards her office, hoping that she wasn't going to be too late. She came to a stop, skidding in front of the door. Her boss, Mr. Finnely, was there, but Kingsley was too. Kingsley had become Minister of Magic immediately after Voldemort was destroyed. He was what the people needed.
She gave them both a smile. "Can I help the two of you?"
Kingsley frowned, "We need to have a talk, the three of us."
Hermione grimaced. That didn't sound too good. Looking across the hall, her eyes locked with Percy's, whose office was right across from hers. He gave her a look of sympathy.
Taking a deep breath, she followed them back to Kingsley's office. She took a seat, her thoughts racing a million miles a second.
"Hermione, I'm going to cut right to the chase. You know I think you're a great asset to your department, and you're making a big difference in the lives of many people." He said, locking eyes with her.
Her heart fell. This wasn't going good. "But?" She said softly.
Kingsley took a deep breath. "We just don't have the funds anymore. With the reconstruction from the war, and dealing with many of the Purebloods, lack of funding, it's hard to get money Hermione. And with the money we have, we need to figure out where to properly spend it."
Hermione didn't say anything. She simply looked at her hands, feeling the tears well up in the corners of her eyes.
"Hermione," Mr. Finnely began, "You know we wouldn't do this unless we absolutely had too. I've tried to cut corners elsewhere, but it just isn't possible."
Hermione bit her lip, tears falling down her face. "And Percy? Will he lose his job too?"
A flash of confusion flicked across Mr. Finnely's face. "No, by letting you go, we'll be able to keep Mr. Weasley on."
Hermione nodded, not saying anything.
"We are sorry Hermione; please believe that we wouldn't do this if there was any other choice."
She coughed, her voice cracking. "I know."
Kingsley stood. "I can try to find you a position elsewhere, although I doubt that I will."
Hermione shook her head. "No, it's all right. Ummm, when do I finish?"
Mr. Finnely frowned. "Your release is effective immediately."
Hermione stood, nodding. "I understand." She quickly left the office, running back to her office as quickly as her feet could carry her.
The only thing that would make her day worse was… "Ron." She whispered, horrified he was standing by her door.
He turned around, his eyes hard. "I want your shit out by the end of the day, got it?"
He turned to walk away, but Hermione grabbed his arm. "Wait, Ron, just give me-"
Ron growled, wrenching his arm from Hermione's grip. She stumbled forward a bit, before quickly catching herself. "I don't want to hear a thing from you, ever again, got it?" He gave her a disgusted look, before storming away.
Before she could collect herself, another set of tears slid down her face.
Hermione quickly ran into her office, slamming the door shut. Falling to the floor, she started to sob. How could my life have fallen apart so fast? Everything went from perfection, to hell, without any warning.
She knew cheating was the beginning of her troubles… maybe this was karma saying she didn't deserve the life she had? Either way, she had never felt more miserable in her life.
Standing up, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew getting all worked up like this wouldn't be good for her baby.
A small smile flitted across her face. Despite the fact that her life was falling apart, one good thing would come from all of this.
With a flick of her hand, her items shrunk themselves and began to pack themselves in. There was a knock on her door.
"Come in," she grumbled.
The door swung open, and she could sense that someone was standing behind her. However, said someone didn't speak.
Turning around, she let out a small gasp seeing Percy standing in the doorway. "Hey Hermione," he said, a grimace on his face.
She tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "Hi Perce."
He looked around at the now bare room. "Sorry about the job."
Hermione laughed humorlessly. "It's no big deal. This is literally the worst of my problems."
"Something happen with Ron?" He asked. He was curious as to what could have possibly happened to destroy the happy couple. He rolled his eyes, Ron was such a prat. He didn't deserve Hermione.
Hermione nodded, not trusting her voice.
Percy took a deep breath, opening his mouth to say something.
But before he could, Hermione rushed past him, her things in her arms.
"Hermione!" He shouted after her, but she didn't stop. "Hermione!" He called again.
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