Story Title- Who's Is It?

Author- J.E.R. Potter

Rating- R

Disclaimer- All of this belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own some things, and that's all.

Chapter 3

The Grangers'

It took Hermione a little to realize that Harry was kissing her, but when she did, she kissed him back.

Harry smiled at Hermione kissing him back. He couldn't believe that he finally had her in his arms, and that he was finally kissing her.

Uncle Vernon kept yelling for forty minutes, till finally Aunt Petunia went upstairs to check on Harry.

"Harry?" Aunt Petunia asked, knocking on the door to his room.

No answer came from Hermione or Harry. They were wrapped up in each to the point where they didn't know where they were any more, and all that mattered was that they were here now, together.

Aunt Petunia looked in her pocket, then pulled out the extra key to Harry's room and unlocked it.

"Harry, Mrs. Granger it here to pick you… Oh, hello Hermione. Nice to see you've… Wait, shouldn't she…" Aunt Petunia looked very confused.

"It's alright, Aunt Petunia. We'll be down in a second, alright?" Harry said, pulling away from Hermione.

"Al… Right," Aunt Petunia said, still confused. She walked back out the door, shutting it behind her.

Hermione smiled at Harry, but then looked at her clothing.

"Don't worry, Mione. Feel like wearing baggy clothes? I mean really, really baggy clothes?"

"Sure, Harry. Who's?"

"I think they're yours. Somehow I think Ron ended up getting some of his girls' left over things in my trunk. Although I don't know how," he said, pulling out a purple tube top, and a long black skirt.

"Mine? Are you sure the top isn't Lavender's? I don't bring my tubes to school, but I know she does," Hermione said, looking at the shirt oddly.

"How should I know?"

Hermione laughed, then changed right in front of him. Again, Harry didn't look. It was very hard for him to control his manhood, though.

After Hermione got dressed, and took Harry's hand in hers', she led them out the door.

Harry pulled along his trunk, which he had made very, very light with a simple wandless spell that Darren had taught him a few months back.

Mrs. Granger looked her brightest of the say. She had on a bright yellow shirt, with a long orange skirt that was down to right about where Hermione's stopped.

It's amazing how much Hermione doesn't look a tad bit like Mrs. Granger, Harry thought.

"Why, hello, dear," Mrs. Granger said when she saw Hermione. "What happened to the blue shorts and blue top that you were wearing earlier?"

"Nothing, Kris. I spilled juice on my top, and then it got all over me. Harry had a pair of my things, well, my skirt and Lavender's shirt. I put them on so I wouldn't have to go around in them clothes," Hermione said, and in her voice you couldn't even tell that she was lying if he didn't know the truth.

Hold it. Why did Hermione call her mother Kris? Harry thought, but didn't ask.

"Well, you two, you'd better get going," Mrs. Granger said.

Hermione nodded. She brought Harry out to the Grangers' car and quickly put his trunk in the trunk. Then, before Harry could protest, Hermione brought him into the back seat with her.

"What are we doing?" Harry asked, smiling.

"We're about to make out in Kris's car, that's what," Hermione said, kissing Harry.

He kissed her back.

After about five minutes later, Mrs. Granger walked out with Petunia beside her. The two seemed to be getting along very well.

Hermione frowned at seeing them, but sat up. Harry also frowned, but sat up as well. He had an urge to hold Hermione's hand, but he fought against it.

"Petunia, you have just got to come over to the house some time! I'm sure Dean would just love to see you again!"

"Kris, I will. Don't worry!" Petunia said. She and Mrs. Granger, or Kris, hugged, then Mrs. Granger got in the car.

They headed off. Hermione was silent, except when she fell asleep against Harry. He did what he usually did when she fell asleep against him, and laid her down in his lap, stroking her hair gently. He smiled down at her sleeping figure.

"So, Harry, how are you doing?" Mrs. Granger asked.

Harry looked up, startled that she was talking to him. "I'm okay, Mrs. Granger," he said.

"Call me Kris," she said and that was the last words said for the rest of the car ride to Devon, where Hermione lived.

"Wake her up, will you?" Kris asked, and then she got out of the car and went into the house.

"Mione, wake up. We're at you're house," Harry said softly into Hermione's ear.

Hermione groaned. "It's not my home, thought," she mumbled.

Harry looked at her oddly, but didn't say anything.

Hermione didn't seem to notice that she had said anything, because then she got up and yawned. "Oh! I didn't mean to sleep all that way till we got home, Harry! You should have woke up me earlier," she said.

"But you looked so cute," he protested.

Hermione laughed. "Yeah. Me, cute. That's a laugh, Harry," she said, then opened the door and hopped out.

Harry followed suit, but gasped at the house. It was huge! It had a lot of yard, and two ponds in the front yard. But the house is what Harry marveled most about. Yes, it was huge, but it was mansion size huge! Ron and him never thought that Hermione's family was rich, but this proved them both wrong. It looked like it was an old type house, but then at the same time brand new. "Wow!" was all Harry could say about it.

"That's what I get for having Kris and Dean," Hermione said. She went into the front door, and opened it for Harry.