Hermione often wondered who gave her boys the "talk" and how. She knew Harry attended public muggle school before being coming to Hogwarts, even with his less than stellar upbringing (if one could call it that). She could only hope beyond reason that he learned it in school before he was pulled out, considering they didn't teach it at Hogwarts.

It was ridiculous that they didn't have a Health course at Hogwarts at all! If you were ill or felt ill you either went to the Hospital Wing or you went to St. Mungos. Few were taught healing spells, some were passed down in pureblood homes, which was how Molly was able to take care of her children on her own. She knew they sold health books and books with healing spells (and her parents bought many of them), more so after her second year. If she was going to be gallivanting doing who knows what on adventures right under an authority figure's nose, then she would at least have the knowledge to take care of them in such a situation should there be dire need.

The Weasley family was well known for being fertile, especially since the birthrate for wizards was low. However the matriarch seemed very conservative when it came to things of the sort. It was obvious that most of the pureblood families were of the same conservative opinion, but the Weasley family was the only one she was able to observe in their own home. She also wondered how often the red headed children had "walked in" on their parents since it appeared every child had at least one horror story.

As for Harry she wondered if he had a horror story of the like or if they even bothered giving him the talk at all. They seemed like a type of family that wanted nothing to do with magic, and while she often thought of having her parents casually "meet" the Dursley's, to help them ease into accepting it, than the horrifying experiences the Weasley's must have given them. She hoped that if that were ever the case, it would help more than hinder with his dreadful home life as it were. While his … charming, aunt Petunia was his mother's sister, she seemed to willfully forget certain aspects of the wizarding world and seemed to prefer to claim ignorance in the presence of her family. She wasn't sure why that was, but his aunt was shrewd; shrewd enough that she would have made a fine Slytherin even if her sister was a Gryffindor.

Luckily for the students at Hogwarts there were a few wards and other preventative measures to keep students from getting pregnant. They were created by Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff themselves. It was a wonderful precaution especially since many of the witches forgot to take a potion or cast a charm with their hormone addled brains. That didn't mean they didn't have to be careful, they could still get sexually transmitted diseases (and the magical equivalent was terrifying). Luckily there was a quick spell to make sure that your partner was STD free, one of which Hermione made sure to master. There may not be anybody in her life at this exact moment, but she would be damned by Merlin and Morgana, if she accidentally caught one through non sexual means from one of her roommates because she didn't know.

At first she thought it was silly, stupid even, but when she found out people could get crabs from sharing towels, and her living in a dorm with other girls who occasionally forgot to tell her that they used something of hers as she was going to use it. For example, the time Lavender used her towel because she forgot where she put her own (which was a pitiful excuse! Lavender just liked the soft quality of her muggle towel instead of the regular magically charmed towel that was her own. Some things were just better the muggle way). Thankfully the spell was subtle enough that it just glowed dimly at the end of the user's wand instead of person's being.

With how boy crazy her roommates were, she sadly wasn't taking any chances. While they may very well stay virgins until they day they graduated, she highly doubted that for all of them. It wasn't common practice to be a virgin at their marriage bonding ceremony anyways. Of course if the witch was still a virgin her dowry was indeed larger than if she was not. Marriage arrangements were still common practice however and the witch and wizard in said arrangement usually found comfort or experience in another person's arms to know what it was like before marriage.

Amazingly enough the preventative measures also worked for the student's familiars and the school's owls. How the preventative measures didn't expand to cover Hagrid's creatures was beyond her. There were occasions where Hermione did not want to know where the obvious cat sex noises were coming from or who said cats were. Sadly she had a feelings that Crookshanks was a 'happy helper' to the females in heat. He was indeed a menace to most of the students, Mrs. Norris as part of the staff, and a majority of the students' pets and companions, but he was smart, and was most definitely not neutered.

The bushy haired witch herself was given a stack books, both educational and not, (although she did develop a taste for the trashy romance novels that were borderline erotica when it struck her fancy) followed by a talk with her mother on follow up questions. Hermione blushed throughout most of the non-educational books and blushed harder when her mother came to finally talk with her and see if she had any follow up questions.

Since she did attend a private boarding school that taught magic, they were not sure if they taught health beyond the means of how to heal and cure certain ailments. They wanted her to be as safe as possible when it came to relationships, should she have one, knowing that aside from the staff (who reasonably couldn't be everywhere at once) wouldn't be able to watch every student at the same time, all the time.

They were proven correct after Hermione had to explain to them the incident she had turning into a cat and being petrified her second year. The first she told them herself so they would know to be more considerate to her new sensitivities instead of having to conceal it, and possibly hide how much pain or discomfort they might unwittingly cause her. The petrification incident, they were made aware by owl, so they understood that she would be unable to correspond to their letters, and that she was being treated and would be cured in a few months' time considering how long it took to brew the antidote.

While they were at first horrified by what was happening in her world, even considering pulling her out of Hogwarts and making her give up magic forever, theyremembered a discussion they had with Minerva McGonagall and the promise they made their daughter.

RING RING

"I wonder who that could be…" Abagail Granger asked herself under her breath. It was nearly 7pm, a typical dinner hour in the neighborhood.

"Honey, can you get the door?" asked her daughter as she was finishing dinner.

"Yes, Mum."

Hermione was short for her age, at 10 years old, almost 11, her hair was extremely bushy, but that was due to her family's ignorance on how to manage her curly hair. Hermione got her hair texture from her father, who kept his hair trimmed short. Her mother had soft wavy brown hair, but kept her hair shoulder length. So while Hermione had lovely curls when her hair was wet, after a shower and in the morning, she would brush them out, leaving her hair soft yet bushy.

The young muggleborn opened the door and her eyes fell upon a stern looking older lady with a tight smile on her face.

"Hello ma'am, May I help you?" Hermione asked kindly.

"Yes, hello. Are your parents home?" the stern looking lady asked with a no nonsense voice.

"Yes, ma'am. Would you like me to go get them for you?" Hermione could tell from her tone that she was experienced with controlling chaos or hosting meetings or something of the like. She wasn't dressed like a businesswoman though...

"That would be most appreciated young lady. Before you do, I have a letter for you." She nodded her head in thanks and handed a sturdy envelope to the muggleborn. The young witch felt the quality of the paper and knew that it would only be used for something serious.

Hermione nodded back at the other woman, "Thank you. One moment please." and went back into her house to find her mother, her letter in hand.

"Mum, there's a woman on the front steps and she asked to see you and Dad." Hermione fidgeted with the candlewax seal on the envelope while relying the message to her mother. It was very intriguing, to receive a letter with a candlewax seal instead of the typical envelopes with glue already applied to them. It had an interesting crest on it as well, it was lovely. As soon as she finished speaking she started chewing on her bottom lip and actually looked at it, being careful to mind the wax in a way to preserve it for inspection later.

Lady Hermione Granger

Living Room

98 Whittle Lane

Hampstead

England

Abagail Granger looked over at her daughter and saw that she was nervous and staring at a letter with wide eyes. She wiped her hands on her black apron and went to the door to see who this visitor was that made Hermione nervous. She only got that way around parent teacher conferences or when she was waiting for her grades.

"Hello. May I help you?" Abagail asked when she got to the door. She too was greeted with the sight of a stern looking older woman with a tight smile.

"Yes, Duchess Granger, I am Professor Minerva McGonagall. I must speak with you about your daughter Hermione Granger. May I come in?" the way she asked made it seem as though she was going to come into her house one way or another, however she was also shocked wondering why a professor of all people would be knocking on her door. She wondered if it had anything to do with Hermione's private accelerated lessons.

Her only daughter was like a sponge with knowledge. She loved learning, she loved reading, and she was very advanced for her age. They didn't want regular schools holding her back because they couldn't learn as fast as she could. They assumed that would be a waste of time and talent, and if they let it happen for too long they feared she may not try as hard to learn anymore. That she might lose her spark of enthusiasm for learning. They sent her to a private school, and had a private tutor for her to give her extra accelerated work. Hermione was already doing high school level work, was this professor here to have them consider college coursework?

"Yes, please! Come in. I'm Abagail, Hermione's mother. Would you like a cup of tea? I must warn you we don't have sugar in our house." Abagail stepped back allowing the stern looking woman to enter her household.

"That won't be necessary, thank you. I would like to speak with you and your husband. It is very important." She said.

"Leeroy! We have a visitor!" She yelled for her husband, "Please, let's go to the sitting area" She directed Minerva down the hall and gestured for her to take a seat on a beige chair while she sat down on the matching couch.

Her husband Leeroy Granger came in shortly after, he was tall a little over 6 foot tall, broad chested, he had a full bushy mustache that was speckled with some gray strands and full eyebrows to match, and he had expressive green eyes.

The first thing he saw in the room was their guest, and how she sat straight up, perfectly poised with her ankles crossed, and she had a tight smile with a no nonsense aura about her.

He held his hand out towards her, "Hello, I'm Leeroy."

Minerva took his hand and gave him a firm shake, "I am Professor Minvera McGonagall."

After 20 years of marriage he fell in synch with his wife and sat next to her on the couch, facing their guest.

The Grangers both had grey hairs, but had a friendly air about them. There was a visible age difference than most muggle couples she had visited in the past. Leeroy had crinkles near his eyes and set lines around his nose, much like Hogwart's potion's professor, even though his nose was wider instead of hooked. Abagail had light grey strands here and there in her hair, barely visible. She was petite with a curvy frame. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown that glimmered with knowledge.

"Duke and Duchess Granger-"

"Dr. Granger's. We're hobby dentists. But do call us Abagail and Leeroy, please. There will be less confusion", Abagail said.

"Very well. Abagail and Leeroy… I am here on behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Your daughter, Hermione, is a witch. She has been accepted to Hogwarts, and as you have no experience with the wizarding world as per our Statute of Secrecy, it is my duty as Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts to greet you personally and make you aware of the upcoming situations. Normally we have our students owl, or mail, their confirmation by no later than July 31st. However since Hermione is just a few weeks shy of being 11 by the start of term, which is the 1st of September, she will have to wait until next year. Hogwarts is a boarding school, but she will be allowed back for Christmas and Easter holidays and of course must be here for summer holidays."

Abagail laughed nervously, "Hermione isn't a witch; she's a lady. We're not magical. M-magic doesn't exist."

Leeroy looked between his wife and the stern professor, "… would you be able to give us some proof? I mean, our Hermione is very special to us, but I have noticed that she is special."

Abagail looked in shock at her husband for even considering this, but she too knew what he was talking about. Minerva smiled at them and turned into a cat before their very eyes, walked in a circle on their chair and transformed back. She then took out her wand and said "Not every witch or wizard can turn into an animal, but they can all use a wand to learn spells and transfiguration, the subject that I teach. For example your daughter will eventually learn how to do things like this," she pointed her wand at their coffee table and transfigured it into a china cabinet. After a few moments she transfigured it back.

The Grangers stared at the proof that had happened before them, and then at each other. Abagail started to chew on her lip nervously. "What if… what if Hermione doesn't go to Hogwarts, would she be able to live like… like us? Non magical people?"

Minerva looked at the woman with gentle understanding, "If Hermione does not learn how to control her magic it would be very bad for her. She could contract illnesses that only affect magical folk and be left with no cure. She could explode in a fit of accidental magic should her magic grow too strong with no control. Her magic could lash out at dangerous times without her even meaning to. Your daughter needs education in magic so she knows what to and what not to do. It could be the difference between life and death. She cannot simply give up magic, it is a part of her. It always will be. If something were to happen to her magical core, she may very well die..." at this point she sighed sadly, as though having seen it happen a few times before.

"By attending Hogwarts she would be able to learn how to control her magic and take care of herself, we offer a variety of classes for her to choose from, some are mandatory of course and because you are her family, you are excluded from the Statute of Secrecy, but you must uphold it from other nonmagical folks. If you have any questions you are free to owl us at Hogwarts. I have given Hermione her acceptance letter, and included is a list of all necessary books and equipment. I may very well send an owl next year if the list of necessities has changed at all."

The Grangers looked at her for a few seconds, Abagail's expression seemed forlorn at the idea of losing her daughter to a magical world she had no part of. Leeroy's breathing was even, but he seemed to be the one to accept it easier than his wife.

"How do we do this? How do we… how do we be there for her and continue to parent her? She is our daughter and we love and accept her. She's a witch. Hermione is a witch and we want to be there for her every step of the way. How do we do that without being magical and having access to your resources ourselves?" he asked her looking into her eyes imploringly.

There was no instruction book on how to raise a child. There were parenting guides, but none of them really helped them with Hermione, they had their parents and family help when they didn't know what to do. However with this new development in their lives, one that has always been there but never fully acknowledged, they didn't have family with experience to go to for help with this.

Minerva's eyes brightened at his question, "Your first trip to Diagon Alley will be with an escort from the school."

She gave them a tight smile, happy that at least this muggleborn would have the support that she would need.