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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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I don't own Harry Potter, and never will! Thanks to everyone who's been following this story! You're reviews make me so happy! If anyone is interesting in betaing this story, let me know! I'd really appreciate the help. But I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 7
The following week, things had gone rather smoothly. Hermione had thought her parents would treat her differently, but they didn't. It was almost as if nothing had changed, and for that she was grateful.
Coming down downstairs, Hermione had smile on her face. She didn't feel too sick today, and took that as a sign that it would be a good day.
"Hello Hermione," her father said, giving her a smile when he saw her.
"Hi," she said, sliding into the seat next to him at the table. She put two pancakes on her plate, drowning them in syrup. She was ready for a sugar overload.
"What's the plan for today?" Jane asked, pouring Hermione some orange juice.
"I'm going to St. Mungo's, the wizarding hospital, today for a checkup. George's girlfriend Angelina is coming with me." Hermione had a small smile on her face.
Jane smiled. "That sounds wonderful dear."
Hermione nodded. "I'm excited, but also nervous about the whole thing."
"Don't worry Mia, you'll be fine," her father said, giving her a smile.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Such typical behavior for her dad, never gets too involved, but is always supportive. "Thanks Dad."
She glanced at the clock. "Well, I'm meeting Angelina at George's place so I'll see you both later." She hugged both her parents goodbye, before apparating out. According to the baby book, she could apparate until three months, after which it would become too dangerous for the growing baby.
Hermione looked up at WWW, quickly slipping inside before anyone in the street would notice her. She didn't need any unnecessary drama. It was just as chaotic inside as it was outside. Hermione made her way through the people and up the stairs. Knocking on the apartment door, she waited for someone to answer it.
"Hermione!" Angelina cried, pulling her in for a tight hug.
Hermione chuckled, hugging her back. "Hi Angelina."
Angelina pulled back, checking Hermione over. "You look good, although I suspect you should be eating more."
Hermione blushed. "I'm having a hard time keeping food down."
Angelina nodded in understanding. "I'm sure the medi-witch will be able to give you something for that."
Hermione smiled. "Hopefully," she said, pulling her jacket around her tighter.
"Let me just grab my jacket, and we'll apparate to St. Mungo's." Angelina disappeared into George's bedroom.
Hermione had never been to St. Mungo's before, so she was glad Angelina was taking here.
She reappeared a few moments later. Holding her hand out to Hermione, the two of them disappeared with a pop.
Hermione looked around, wrapping her arms around her body. The October air chilled her body.
"Ouhhh," Angelina shivered. "It's getting colder out. Come on, its right around the corner."
The two of them walked along the street, ignoring the looks from the people they passed. No doubt they were judging Hermione based off the stupid article in the Prophet.
Angelina led her inside and up to the maternity ward. "We have an appointment for Hermione Granger," Angelina said to the receptionist.
The young girl smiled. "Someone will be with you in just one moment."
Hermione and Angelina nodded, taking seats in the waiting area.
"Don't be nervous."
Hermione laughed. "I can't help it!"
Angelina smirked. "You'll be fine. You're a smart woman Hermione, you've got this."
"Thank you Angelina, for everything," Hermione said. She tried to ignore the butterflies that were fluttering around in her stomach.
"Miss Granger?" a medi-witch called out, a smile on her face.
Hermione and Angelina stood, following the witch into a waiting room.
"My name is Sasha Gregorio, but you can just call me Sasha. I'll be your healer for your pregnancy," the girl said with a smile.
"It's nice to meet you," Hermione said, shaking Sasha's hand.
"Well, if you'll just hop up on this table, we'll run a few tests and see how things are progressing. When did you find out you were pregnant?" Sasha asked.
Hermione lay back, pulling up her shirt a bit. "I found out about a week and a half ago."
Sasha smiled. "Wonderful, and are things going all right?"
Hermione bit her lip. "I've been getting sick a lot. I have trouble keeping food down."
Sasha nodded, "I'll prescribe a potion to help with that, along with a vitamin one."
Hermione nodded. She felt coolness on her stomach, causing her to shiver.
Sasha removed the spell, smiling. "Well Hermione, you're about six weeks along, and things are going good."
Hermione sat back up, a smile on her face. "Really?"
Sasha nodded. "We'll schedule you're next appointment for three months, where we'll be able to find out the baby's gender. If you want, we can listen for the heartbeat right now."
Hermione nodded. "That would be great."
Sasha whispered an incantation, causing the room to grow quiet.
A small thump filled the room. It sounded out again quietly; thump thump.
Tears filled Hermione's eyes. "Is that my baby?"
Sasha nodded. "Yes it is, and they sound healthy. A nice steady heartbeat."
"Oh Hermione," Angelina cried, pulling her in for a hug.
Hermione sniffled, a smile on her face. "That's my baby!" she cried excitedly.
Angelina nodded. "Oh, this is so wonderful!"
Sasha smiled. "Congratulations Hermione."
Hermione sat up, unable to stop smiling. Sasha left the room for a moment, only to return with some papers. "Here are some pamphlets about various things during pregnancy, and some prescriptions that any apothecary can fill out."
Hermione took the papers, giving Sasha a smile. "Thank you so much."
"No problem, and if you have any questions, feel free to owl me, floo me, whatever," Sasha said, giving them both a smile. "I'll see you in the beginning of December for your next appointment."
"Thanks again Sasha," Hermione said, exiting the room. She felt like she was on a high. She was going to have a baby! She had listened to her baby's heartbeat.
Angelina smiled at Hermione. "I'm so jealous," she whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
She nodded. "Honestly Hermione. I know your situation isn't ideal, but you're having a baby! That's the greatest gift of all. You've been given the gift of life."
Hermione's hand moved downs towards her stomach. She smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Angelina laughed. "Of course I'm right, I'm always right."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but allowed Angelina to apparate them both back to George's flat. "Will you stay for dinner?" Angelina asked, moving into the kitchen.
Hermione debated for a moment, then nodded. "I'd love too, thanks."
"No problem, you can just take a seat wherever while I get this started."
Hermione nodded, sitting herself at the counter in the kitchen. She watched as Angelina moved about, getting the pots and pans ready. She obviously spent a lot of time here.
"You know you're way around, huh?" Hermione asked with a smirk, a knowing looking in her eye.
Angelina blushed. "Yeah, I'm here a lot."
Hermione smiled. "Are you and George serious?"
She bit her lip, nodding. Looking around, checking to make sure they were alone, she smiled. "I think we're going to get married."
"Really?" Hermione asked, her eyes widening.
Angelina nodded. "George had mentioned becoming more serious, and I don't know what's more serious than that!"
Hermione clapped her hands together. "Oh, I'm so happy for you! You two have such a great relationship."
Angelina smiled. "You'll have a good relationship someday too Hermione."
She let out a dry laugh. "I doubt that. Damaged goods over here, remember?"
"Don't say that about yourself! Honestly Hermione, you're a brilliant woman. Ron and you didn't work out, so what? That doesn't mean all your future relationships won't work out either."
Hermione felt crestfallen. No one would want her, she was sure of that. She had baggage that no one would want to claim.
"Besides," Angelina continued, oblivious to Hermione's silence, "You're already writing Percy out, and I don't think you should do that."
Hermione pursed her lips together. She didn't want to talk about Percy.
"Percy cares about you. All week he's been asking George about you. You need to talk to him Hermione, and soon. You don't want him to find out from someone else do you?"
Hermione let out a sigh. "Of course not, I just…"
Angelina shook her head. "No more excuses. You're getting yourself all worked up for nothing. Percy likes you Hermione, and you'd be daft not to realize that."
Hermione blushed.
"Your drunken night with him might have been a one night thing for you, but it wasn't for him. He's just too nice for his own good," Angelina grumbled, chopping up some vegetables.
"Too nice for his own good?" Hermione asked, cocking her head to the side. It was true in a way, Percy was ambitious, but he usually wouldn't pursue something if he knew it would hurt others. She suspected the whole fiasco with his family had something to do with it.
"Mhmmm," Angelina responded. "What he should have done was taken you from Ron, assert himself, but no, he plays the lovesick puppy that pines after something he couldn't have." Angelina let out a snort. "What an idiot."
Hermione's eyes widened. She had no idea…
Angelina smiled. "Well, dinner is in, and it'll be ready in a half hour or so, so why don't we watch some telly to pass the time?"
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