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"What do I do?" George found Hermione in Fred's old room, that was now Ron and Hermione's. She was staring vacantly out the window into Diagon Alley. George placed a hand on her knee and bumped her shoulder with his. "Well, I suggest you burn all Chudley Cannons memorabilia and redecorate in here." Hermione turned her head to him, meeting his eyes. "Georgie, you can't kick Ron out of here, he's your brother, and he works here." "You work with me more. He's a dummy, you're a smarty. I need you more." Hermione bowed her head, and by her soft sniffles, he knew she was crying. "Thanks," she whispered.

He rubbed her back as she wept, finally tucking her into her bed when she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. "It will all be okay, I promise." He whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead. Hermione smiled weakly at him before closing her eyes.

George took the opportunity to Apparate to Harry and Ginny's. He was still fuming. Ginny ran down the stairs in a ratty pink robe, Harry closely behind. "What's a matter, George?" George recapped the night, furiously. Harry gritted his teeth angrily. "I'll kill him." "Get in line, mate." "Is she all right? Oh, Gods, pregnant before marriage, mum's going to flip," Ginny murmured incredulously. "THAT'S what you got from this situation?"

"Come on George, do you really think their relationship would have worked? Hermione is amazing, and don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but he is the biggest dolt I know! She was going to figure it out eventually!" "He left her and she's pregnant!" George shouted back. Harry, who had been silently stewing, punched the wall, making the siblings startle. "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"

Harry Apparated away. "Um … I should probably figure out what that was all about." Ginny took out her wand. "Secutus," she murmured, pointing at the spot Harry had been, and disapparated. Sighing, George returned home, only to find that Harry and Ginny were arguing in his living room. "At least let me come along, Harry!" "He hurt my sister. I don't have real siblings, Gin, Hermione is my family and he hurt her, and he promised he wouldn't! He will be a man and take care of that child!"

Harry waved his wand, tracking Ron. Ginny grabbed his arm before he could leave and they found themselves at the Leaky Cauldron. Ron was sitting at the bar, head in hands. "I know, I fucked this all up," he slurred as he saw the look of murder on Harry's face. Harry wound up, and punched his friend squarely in the jaw. "Owww," Ron whined, before he passed out.


Hermione was greeted by a sleeping Harry and Ginny Potter on her bedroom floor, spooning on a conjured air mattress. She sighed. George must have called in the cavalry to make her feel better. That was sweet. She carefully tiptoed out of the room to use the loo, when she heard a familiar voice. One she really did not want to hear. She used the toilet and splashed cold water on her blotchy, puffy face. It was as good as it was going to get.

She stepped out of the door, took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "Molly." "Oh, Hermione, Dear!" Molly clucked and pulled her into a deep hug. "Sweetheart, you look like you've been through just too much in your condition. Sit down, I've made breakfast." A plate of scrambled eggs and toast and a cup of tea appeared in front of her, and Hermione nibbled the toast, waiting for Molly to begin her lecture.

Molly placed her hands in her lap, trying to figure out where to begin. "Ronald didn't want to come with me today." She pursed her lips. "Molly, I-"The older woman held her hand up. "No, Dear. Let me finish. Things aren't done the same way as they were when I was your age. I had a sister who found herself in the family way with a man out of wedlock, and they were forced into marriage, and they were miserable! I don't want that for my family. I want you and this baby – my grandbaby! – to be happy. Whether that be with my son or not is up to you, dear. That's what I wanted to tell you. Last night, Harry and Ginny brought him to me and he explained everything, and I'm just… so ashamed. You don't have to settle for that treatment, dear. I'd rather you be happy, and I want you to know that we will always be your family, and I don't want you going anywhere. We love you like a daughter, dear."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, Molly, so much. I'm sorry." "Sorry for what, Dear? For a child made in love? That is nothing to ever apologize for." The two women embraced, sharing tears. "My Grandbaby!" Molly cried, making Hermione smile widely. "To your Grandbaby!" George said from the kitchen, cheering with a glass of orange juice. The women laughed out loud.

The scene that the Potters joined was not what they were expecting at all. No irate Mother and a smiling Hermione? Harry gave his best friend a squeeze. "I will knock sense into that arsehole if it's the last thing I do." Hermione shrugged. "If he doesn't want to be my husband and the baby's father, that's … that's okay. He or she will have plenty of love to go around, and I am too strong a woman to pine for someone who doesn't want me," she resolved. George lifted his juice glass again, humming "I will survive" as he prepared two plates of breakfast.

"What's your game plan?" Ginny questioned. "Game plan?" "Yes, you're Hermione Granger, you always have a plan." Hermione thought a moment. "My game plan … is to take care of myself and live my life and enjoy being pregnant. Eventually he'll need to straighten all of this out, and I'm willing to talk when he does. I guess the future depends on what he has to say for himself."