Title: A Girl With A Mind Like A Diamond
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Title comes from lyric of a song by the band Cake.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Some of these drabbles will be about people surrounding Winifred's life or who will come into her life at a later date.

Hermione knew that the chances that her children would be witches or wizards were high. To Ron it was a certainty; witches and wizards had babies who grew up to be witches and wizards. To him it was squibs that were rare.

But she didn't get her start in that world. She grew up in the world where students worried about A-Levels not OWLs. But maybe that was just her - not every little girl was considering such things at 11 after all.

It was still of great importance to her, however, that any of her children would go to Muggle (normal a voice in her head still whispered) school until they (and in case they didn't) get a letter from Hogwarts.

Ron easily agreed since the career she fell into of researcher, magical textbook writer (all of her books are under the name Hermione Granger-Weasley. She wanted the name to live on somewhere), and all around academic left her as the primary caregiver to their children.

She hadn't realized what simply placing Hugo in the local village's Primary School would set into motion.

It was silly of her not to have noticed before. The name must have been on some of the lists he brought home. And she even remembers him mentioning once about another student helping him with his maths. But she is so busy and has nobody to call for advice (no Mom to ring up on the phone at any hour to calm her down. To assure her that she is doing this right. To let her know that she doesn't have to be perfect to be a good parent. Because she doesn't exist to them anymore. She doesn't exist. Mr. and Ms. Granger have no daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Granger don't even exist they only remember being Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins. No children.) and it has been 6 years now since the day he died (so many died), and really, Fred is a common name.

So, when she goes to pick up her child and is approached by Luna Lovegood looking so much like she always did – butter beer cork necklace, flowing multicolored skirt, and a flower behind her ear – she feels taken off guard.

"Hermione, can you help me?" she asked right away. "Fred has already gone through all of the material for her classes."

"Perhaps you should speak to the teacher," she hedged trying to back away from the conversation. She had, a bit guiltily, tried to stay completely out of the conflict surrounding Luna and her child and, up until this point, had done quite a good job of it. Well, she had become pregnant herself with Hugo soon after Luna did and had Rose arrive barely a year later. Trying to balance two children with starting a career and keeping up her marriage, she sighed, after the years of "adventure" with Harry she had wanted to keep as much drama as possible out of her life for a while.

"I already have," Luna replied promptly. "She is already giving Fred work two stages above her year level. But the only other suggestion she has is to send her away to a school for gifted students."

"Hermione," she stepped closer her voice falling to a whisper, her typically dreamy eyes were unusually direct, "we both know where our children are going in a few years I don't want my little one away from me now as well."

Hermione bit her lip and looked over at the children playing in the schoolyard as they waited for their parents to get them. Now that she looked for it she could easily pick out Luna's child. Harry's child. Wavy brown hair and glasses that sat in front of quick intelligent eyes. She sighed again.

"What can I do to help?" she asked.

Luna beamed. "You've always been intelligent," she began, "And you know about the Muggle world. My Fred is fascinated by everything. And she's smart; soaks up everything quicker than a Gulping Plimpy." Her pride in her child shone clearly, "But what she loves is science and I don't know anything about science, Hermione. I don't know what to give her."

Hermione smiled sadly. Harry was missing this. In his effort to do what was right by his family with Ginny, he was doing what was expected of him by Wizarding Society and the Weasley's; in the process he was missing his first child. And she sounded extraordinary.

"I'll owl you when I get home," she told Luna, "We'll set up a play date with Fred, Hugo, and Rose. I can show you all the local libraries. I'll guide Fred through the science section, find out what level she's at, what she's interested in….."

"Thank you, Hermione," Luna said clasping her hands together joyously in front of her. "I can't tell you how much this means to her and to me."

Hermione turned back to the playground with a chuckle, "Don't thank me yet, I'm the one getting the better end of the bargain here, it's you who's going to have to try to keep both Hugo and Rose quiet and entertained in a library."