"Those people have a huge house and they have something like 35 pieces in it, and they called me to ask if I'd like to have the contract. The only problem is that it's like 300 km from here, so we'll sleep in a hotel. Maybe you should tell it to your uncle and aunt, though I think they won't even give a damn." Alan said, his eyes alight with anger. Harry had told him everything about how they treated him. "Who are those people, anyway? MR and MRS I-have-enough-money-to-buy-a- money-factory?" Harry said, laughing slightly. Alan laughed heartily and said "No, actually they're called the." Alan took out a small paper from his pocket and said "Grangers, they told me they had a daughter, she's about your age." Harry's heart did a double backflip and a couple other somersaults that he didn't know was able to. "When do we start?" Harry said, trying to control his excitement at seeing Hermione one month earlier. "On Monday, I'll come to take you at three instead, OK?" "OK, see you Monday." Harry said happily. He went back to his uncle's house and went directly to his bedroom. He putted on some 50 cent and packed his things. The weekend passed really well, apart from Dudley breaking his sixth radio of the summer because his CD had skipped. On Monday morning, he woke up at 2:30 and took a quick shower. He took his trunk and went outside to sit in the stairs, as usual. Alan arrived and Harry putted his trunk in the back. He hopped in the truck and Alan said "D'you wants to eat somewhere before going? Cause it's a long ride." "No, no, I'm fine." Harry said. Three hours later, they arrived in the city where Hermione's house was and they stopped in front of a small trucker's restaurant. "Better eat now or we'll be really hungry later." Alan said. Harry ordered eggs, bacon, toasts and a coffee. He had started drinking coffee because of Alan. When they finished eating, they went back in the truck and on the road again. 20 minutes later, they arrived in front of the Granger's house, and Harry understood at once why it would take 6 days to empty it. It was so big; Harry thought that the Dursley's house would fit at least 15 times in it. Alan rang the bell and a butler opened the door. "Yes?" he said, in a polite voice. "Hello, I'm Alan Malder. I've been hired for the moving." Alan took out the small paper he showed Harry earlier and gave it to the butler. The man looked at the paper and said "Yes, follow me." He led Harry and Alan in a small conference room and exited the room. A maid came in almost instantly and brought a trey with crumpets, coffee and tea. She exited the room too and they drank coffee (again!). About 10 minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Granger entered the room with another butler. When they saw Harry, they both gasped and Mr. Granger told the butler in a fierce voice "Go fetch my daughter at once!" Mrs. Granger took him in her arms. "Harry! How are you? You're a moving-helper? That's great!" She said happily. Hermione entered the room looking as if it better be worth being waked up at 7:30 or she'd probably kill somebody. She looked at Harry and let out a small scream. "Harry!!!!!!! Is it really you? You've grown so much! You're going to move our furniture? That's great!" She said excitedly. She threw herself in his arms and kissed his cheek. "I missed you a lot you know." She said. "Me too, I missed you a lot, Mione." Harry said, stroking her hair. They broke apart and Harry looked at her. She had changed so much. She had filled in all the right places. She was not the little bossy girl anymore. Her hair was now straight and since her teeth were right and all the same size, that made her hard to miss. Hermione looked at Harry and couldn't believe how much he had changed. He had grown up to about 6'2" and now had rippling muscles, due to all the training and moving he did. His eyes and smile were melting her on the spot and his cross-side hair was as cross- side as ever but she wouldn't have it another way. Alan was talking with Mr. and Mrs. Granger about price and stuff like that. He looked at Harry and said "I won't need you for about the next hour Harry, so you can relax before we start OK?" Alan said, with a knowing look. Harry looked at him with an I'll-get-you-for-that look and said "OK, see you in an hour." Hermione led him in her room and he sat on her bed. "So how's been your summer, Harry?" Hermione asked, in a worried voice. "Good enough, I worked and trained for the whole of the summer yet and tried my best not to think about Sirius too much. That's why I occupy myself the most I can, so I don't think about it too much. You?" Harry asked, with his melt-on-the-spot smile. "Well, it's been good enough. I did all my homework already and. Did you do all your homework, Harry??" She asked, her voice full of suspicion. "Well, almost all of it. I'm not done with Binns yet. I'm not really good in History of Magic, you know." Harry said, hoping this would work. "Harry, if you would listen in class, maybe you could be good." Hermione said. Actually, her summer had been like torture since she left sight of Harry, the last year. She missed him so much. She was actually in love with the boy-who-lived, the famous Harry Potter, the hero. But she knew that Hero Harry would never return those feelings. Who would fall for a bossy bookworm know-it-all girl with bushy brown hair? She's been thinking about Harry non-stop through the whole summer. Harry heard Alan call him out from the stairs so he got up and said "See you, pretty lady." With a super charming smile. Hermione slumped on her bed, smiling from ear-to-ear. Harry went down and they started wrapping, packing, lifting, placing in the truck and restarting all over. Harry really liked this job, he loved the physical job. When the time to have lunch arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Granger insisted to invite Harry and Alan to eat with them. They ate fast and restarted working at once. By the end of the day, Harry was exhausted and even Alan couldn't hide that he was tired. Hermione and her parents had to insist very much to let Alan sleep in the friend's bedroom and Harry, well Harry slept in Hermione's bedroom. Not IN her bed, but NEAR it on the floor, in a sleeping bag. It took all of her self-control to not do something stupid, like jump on Harry and kiss him for the night long. Before they went to sleep, Harry and Hermione went for a walk and Harry had taken Hermione's hand in his, as if it was the most normal thing on Earth. Her heart had lifted 10 feet in the air before coming back to his normal place. They had walked for. God knows how much time before coming back to her house. They both went to Hermione's room and Harry took off his clothes, leaving himself in boxers. Hermione was in the bathroom when he started looking for his favorite t- shirt, he was throwing his clothes here and there, searching. Hermione stepped out of the bathroom and saw Harry, bare-chested, throwing his clothes everywhere. He looked at her and saw that she was wearing HIS favorite t-shirt.