A/N: I wasn't ready to finish Choose a Savior yet. So I decided this story needed an update. I feel really proud of how much I've actually been writing. It makes me happy. Anyway, this is the blow out of the previous chapter. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter Three

After a few moments, Hermione kissed George as he took Harvey home for the night, before she entered the dining room again.

Her voice resonated through the room as her voice in a clearly angry tone, "Everyone shut up, sit back down, and listen."

They all did as they were told, scared of her tone, as she rarely got angry.

"You all promised me that you were okay with my decision to not report Harvey's father. And you all promised me that you would respect my wishes when I decided to bring him in to Harvey's life. As fate would have it, that happened today. Severus did was he was forced to do. He had no clue that it was me he was taking, and I know that it she's make it any better, but he was not cruel. He did not want to hurt me. And he is not happy about any of it. If you have something to say, say it one at a time and without the disdain."

Molly was the first to speak, "Why didn't you tell us when you found out?" Her voice was sad, almost as if she had been betrayed.

"It was around his trials. I did not want him in Azkaban. I am thankful to have Harvey in my life, and seem to be the only one who isn't scarred by it," Hermione responded calmly.

Harry responded next, "Why did you even invite him? We all understand that he was doing exactly as he was told to help us, we get that now, but no one is comfortable around him."

Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes and the man she called her best friend and took a breathe to steady herself before answering, "Isn't that obvious? He is Harvey's father, and I've stated from the beginning that I want Harvey to have a relationship with his father."

"But, Hermione," Arthur spoke, his tone conveying everyone's confusion, "it's been six months and you made no move to contact him. Everyone assumed that you had changed your mind."

"I never changed my mind, and George was busy reminding me every day about it. But I wasn't ready to share Harvey yet. The only reason this happened now, is because fate had us rub in to each other. I only told him because he was asking about Harvey's father and said that if it was him, he'd like to know."

Everyone sat in silence, looking down and Hermione sighed, she was being harsh on them, so she spoke in a softer tone, "I'm sorry. I appreciate that you care so much about me. But I don't understand why you are all scarred by something that happened to me and left me no scars."

"Maybe you should have scars," Ginny spoke softly. Although she understood Hermione's view, it was hard for her to accept that her friend was so calm about something usually so violent, "No one escaped without them. There were plenty of girls in your situation that have since died because they took their own lives. The rest of them are of in therapy because of how traumatized they are. But you are so incredibly happy in your life, and I've never once heard you refer to that night as anything more than a blessing in disguise."

"Ginny, I can't explain it. I was captured, and it all happened really fast. One minute I was fighting and the next, my eyes were open but I couldn't see anything. I thought I was blind, until my senses came back. Then I felt him and, I don't know, I felt safe. Like, I wasn't going to be hurt. But when I was free, all I could think about was finding Ron, to tell him I would marry him. I have my own scars. My heart broke when I found out that Ron was dead," she her hand went absent mindedly to the chain around her neck, "He was my first love. And even though we never actively pursued a relationship, there was no doubt that I loved him. But be is gone. And then I found out I was pregnant, and I don't know, my world no longer felt like it was crashing in."

Everyone was silent. They all knew about Ron's proposal. And they knew that she wore his ring around her neck in remembrance. None of them knew that some days she wore it on her finger in place of George's. She thought about how much more understanding George was though. Ron would have killed Severus immediately.

"We told him to give you time, but I need you to all at least try to welcome him in. He's going to be a part of mine, George's, and Harvey's lives. I've seen broken families, and I want Harvey to grow up feeling like even though I'm not married to his father, we're still a family. And that needs to start before he's old enough to understand."

Nobody looked up at her. They understood what she was asking and what she wanted, but nobody wanted to make that promise.

"I'm going home, goodnight everyone."

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She appeared at her and George's flat taking a few drop breathes. They shared a small three bedroom apartment, the third room being her library and study, along with a semi play room for Harvey. They picked it out together, but really, George only agreed because it made her happy.

She was mad at him. For the way he handled everything, for the way he treated Severus, and how he just took Harvey from him.

When she walked through the door, George tried to embrace her, but she pushed him away.

"You can't possibly think you're off the hook."

"'Mione, what are you talking about," he said, a little too sweetly and they both knew he was faking it.

"The way you treated Severus tonight was despicable. You acted like he might jump me at moment and rape me," the words came out harsh and angry, "and then you egged on your family. You knew I didn't want to tell them yet. But you helped push us into a situation that forced me to."

"Hermione, they were going to push it anyway-"

"And as my fiancée, you should have tried to help me. Not back me into a corner."

He looked ashamed. She was right, of course, but part of him had hoped to push Severus out. He liked his life with Hermione and Harvey. They were the right amount of opposite, unlike her and Ron, who had nothing in common. She took an interest in the mechanics behind his and Fred's jokes and even contributed a few ideas. He listened to her interests, and helped with S.P.E.W, genuinely happy about it.

"George, I needed your support back there. This isn't exactly the most conventional way to raise a child or bring one into the world. I needed you back me up against them."

He pulled her close, and cupped her cheek with his hand, "I'm sorry, 'Mione. I knew exactly what you wanted, and I was a total prat tonight. I'm protective. I know you trust him, but I am afraid that he might try something. I admit it. I want to protect you to."

She looked in his eyes, and melted. He was so sweet to her, and kind. He took care of her, and loved her. He loved Harvey like his own, and spoiled both of them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled sweetly.

"I appreciate that George, I really do, but Severus and Harvey deserve a relationship. And even though he's young now, some day, he'll notice those actions and it will have an effect."

He leaned his forehead to hers, "I know, love, and I'm sorry. I promise to try and do better."

They went in for a kiss at the same time, kissing deeply as they pulled each other close and tight. George moved his hands to her waist, his hand brushing the slightly exposed skin at her waist. She gasped, and only pulled him closer, as his hand slid gently up her shirt.

They were interrupted by the sound of an owl knocking at the window and Hermione walked over, breathing heavily, to see who it was from.

A/N: In case you didn't gather, there's going to be a lot of sweet moments between George and Hermione too. And maybe a lemon or two.