It wasn't until they found out that their first child was a boy that Hermione dared to think about her first bespectacled black haired best friend again. Any name suggestions she planned to have were kept to herself, although adamantly she did like the idea of giving him his father's name as she always thought James Potter had a nice ring to it.
The three Marauders spent too much time, in Hermione's opinion, thinking of a first name for their unborn son. And shocking names they were, as much as she loved James's parents, noone should be subjected to a name like Fleamont, plus one Sirius running around was more than enough.
One dreary morning, all mornings were dreary lately as Hermione was cooped up on bed rest where even she knew there was such a thing as to much reading, James had finally picked a name. Their son was due soon and they were getting antsy for his arrival.
"Harry" was stated, at that Hermione startled, eyeing her nervous husband curiously.
"Pardon?" she queried.
As James opened his mouth again and repeated the name, Hermione was shocked. She had always thought that Lily had named her best friend, not James.
"Or not, I guess" James mumbled at his wife's lack of response and began to slump out of the room. However, before he could go too far, Hermione caught his wrist and smiled up at him.
With a content smile upon her face she repeated back to her husband, "Harry."