A month after Hogwarts was officially behind them, the next celebration was Ginny's baby shower. So much and so little had happened between then and now. The golden trio couldn't be bothered with job hunting; the ministry practically handed it to them on silver platters. 

Hermione decided to delay her appointment in favor of spending time with her parents. Before leaving, she introduced the Weasleys to cellphone, which Arthur was plenty excited about. Harry would be around to help them with it, since the Potters were living with them as Ginny's due date was near.

Hermione loved coming back home. Now that she was in front of her parents again, her memory spell broke and they remembered her like nothing had been amiss. They took a family vacation, and Hermione told them stories from Hogwarts. The Grangers were equally concerned and proud of their daughter's participation in the war. Alfred Granger even decided to write a book on his daughter's life, changing names of course.

After a very relaxing two weeks, they went back home and Hermione decided to join the front desk crew at her parents' clinic. She was doing a good job of it too; keeping books, calling patients, making appointments. Everything was perfect and normal. All till the day she fainted. Hermione had gotten a sudden headache, and a coworker had even checked on her. But the golden girl casually dismissed the concern, and had only taken a step before she fell to the floor.

The next time Hermione woke up, she was in a hospital bed.

"Morning there, love." Monica cooed.

"Hello, mum. Can someone tell me what's the matter?" She looked between her parents.

"How bout a trade: we tell you, you tell us." Mr. Granger said sternly.

His wife chided him and smiled nervously at their daughter.

"Well you're... you're having a baby, love."

"I BEG YOUR PARDON?!" Hermione leaned up as she screamed, not believing her mother.

"That's what happens when you do the thing, dear."

"Dad, I'm TWENTY-TWO." Hermione scoffed.

"Well you never told us anything about... you know."

"Is it him? Is it Ronald?" Her father asked, discontentment in his voice.

"No! GOD, no!" she scoffed in defense. Her parent were up to date about her relationship with Ron.

"Well then, who is it?"

Hermione blushed, knowing what she had to say next.

"I... I don't remember," she whispered.

"HERMIONE GRANGER!" her parents scolded collectively.

"No! It's not... not like that, okay?" she sighed before continuing.

"At our graduation party, everyone had something to celebrate, so I decided to give up my... you know."

"Yes."

"We did a spell. I don't know who he is, and he doesn't remember me. We both agreed to it."

"That's just wonderful isn't it?" Alfred sat off his chair in frustration.

"What are you going to do about it, then?"

"I'd like to think about it if it's alright with you."

"Of course! Take your time." Her mother kissed her head. "We'll always support you."

"It mean a lot, mum. I'm really tired now, though. If I could just catch some more sleep?"

"Sure. We'll be around."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger sat outside as they discussed their daughter's future.

"How do you think she'll manage?"

"Mister Granger! Your daughter's fought a war! She's practically raised a hero. I think our daughter will do just fine if she chooses to keep it."

She did. This was going to be her adventure now.

"How will we keep up with the finances you suppose?'

"Well, I've had a talk with my editor and she has a publisher friend. They both think the story will sell wonderfully. We've even decided to make it into a series: Adventures of Golden Girl: into the Wizarding World."

"That sounds nice."

Hermione went home and chose to stay home as she dealt with her new realities. She decided not to tell her friends till she absolutely had to, and the opportunity came when Harry called her in the middle of the night. His distress gave her a sample of the pain her best friend was going through. It didn't take her long to pack her bags and floo to Ginny's hospital.

Arthur was the first one to see her outside of Ginny's room.

"Oh goody, you're here! I would but, eh, you see."

"I've got it, Mr. Weasley! Wish us luck!"

Hermione heard Ginny's screaming even before she opened the door. Bracing herself and running a hand secretively over her own stomach, Hermione stepped into a chaotic scene. Molly was pressing wet towels on her daughter's head, keeping her cool while Ginny crushed her husband's hand as she pushed.

"Hi, I'm here!"

"Oh, Hermione! Lovely timing dear!"

"Yes perfect timing, 'Mione. I was just about to kill Harry Potter!" Ginny made a point to growl at her husband.

Harry instantly let go and greeted Hermione. "I'll be just outside with Arthur, then." He added a whispered good luck to Hermione and left.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road."

Hermione took Harry's place and comforted her best friend. But the farther into labor Ginny got, the more worried Hermione became for her own time.

"It's just about breeched!"

Hermione left Ginny's side to move to the front. Ginny made the worst noises of all now as the baby's head crowned out of the very small opening. Hermione's vision became blurry the bigger the baby became, and was passed out before the little one was out.

This time when she woke in a hospital, she was greeted by a very giddy Molly Weasley. Confused, Hermione made herself sit up.

"Wasn't Ginny supposed to be here?"

"Oh yes, well she's already had her baby. Now it'll be your turn soon."

Hermione looked to her own stomach. "Right."

Molly leaned in closer, as if keeping a secret from the nonexistent ghosts in the room. "Is it Ron's?"

"No." Hermione whispered back and Molly regained her posture with a subtly sad oh.

"So, was it a boy or girl?"

"Boy. James Sirius."

"And you're the godmother, obviously!" Came Ginny's voice.

Molly and Hermione turned to see Harry wheeling in his wife and son, the little boy wrapped in a blue bundle.

"Would you like to hold him?" Harry asked.

Hermione excitedly nodded and reached her hands out. Harry took James and fixed his blanket before giving him over to his godmother.

"Oh hello there, little one! I'm Hermione, your godmother! Sorry I passed out on you!" She cooed at little James and kissed his peach fuzz for hair.

Molly had left, leaving the friends alone. Harry poured water from the pitcher and brought over a cup for each of the mums and sat on the other side of Hermione.

"So, why are we just now knowing about this?" Harry questioned like a concerned older brother.

"Well, I wanted some time to adjust to the situation myself, thank you very much! But don't worry, you both would naturally have been the first people I told!"

"Is it his? The boy from graduation?" Ginny pestered.

"Yes, it's his. I haven't had the time to socialize beyond my parents let alone date!"

"And you still don't remember who it is?"

"Not unless he comes up and removes the memory spell, which I doubt is possible since I erased his memory. But I suppose we'll have a better guess when the baby's here."

"Speaking of which, who do you think James looks like more, me or Harry?"

Hermione laughed, knowing whatever she said would create an argument for sure. 

Oh baby!