Harry was amazed. When he had originally told Hermione that he didn't want to stay at the Dursleys or the Weasleys, he hadn't realized that she would obviously ask her parents if he could spend the rest of the summer with her at her home. He had assumed when she had agreed to give him a ride to London. He just thought they would drop him off and call it a day. But that was definitely not what was happening here. They had pulled up in front of a large house in a suburb right on the outskirts of London. It was a beautiful home and as the garage door closed and the lights were flicked on Harry could see the Granger's dentistry was going well. They had a beautiful set of cars.

As he was drooling over the beautiful firefighter red mustang Edward came up behind him and coughed.

"Beautiful isn't she? Had her brought back over from America when Hermione was about seven. I bought her in bad shape but replaced her with all original parts. I have had to pay quite a bit for those parts to be shipped but I got them. Had to go to school to learn to paint but it was certainly worth it. Especially during the summer to take drives in this baby and have everybody drool…" he said as he ran his hand down her smooth contours, " So Harry; do you like cars?"

"Well sir to be honest I really didn't get into until I got a job this summer and the men I worked with were fanatics. I guess it just becomes an obsession. I'm not that bad…" Harry replied, "Yet that is."

Edward roared with laughter and turned to Hermione and Jane who had been watching the two with something bordering on apprehension.

"Well girls, I think Harry and I here will be fine okay? So… dear you can put the knives back in the cupboard and Harry can have the room next to Hermione instead of the one next to ours. Sound good to everybody?" he asked.

"Oh thank you daddy!" Hermione rushed forward to give her dad a big hug and kiss. Then she turned to Harry and asked him, "You have a job?"

"Yes. Well I did before I told them I had to stop because I'm staying the rest of my summer with you and I don't want my summer to be wasted working when I could be spending time with you. Besides, we both know that I don't really need to work and the only really reason I was working was to get away from the Dursleys during the day," Harry told her.

With that everybody unloaded the car and tramped inside. The inside was even more amazing than the front. They had stepped into a beautiful kitchen done in a pale yellow and soft green. It was spacious and light and just looked so beautiful. Harry felt he could actually enjoy cooking in this kitchen. From there Edward led the way to a back staircase and took them up to the second level where there were two guest bedrooms and a bath connecting the two. But they kept climbing and the got to the third level and this was where Hermione and now Harry's room was. They dropped his tuff on the inside of the door as he checked it out. It was a nice room a pale blue with sail boats along the edge and white furniture. It had it's own bathroom and small sitting area with a pretty white chair and a small white couch. A walk-in closet completed the room and Harry turned around and once again thanked the grangers for their generosity. This level also contained Hermione's old playroom that was now a small but quaint library. The adults left harry to get unpacked and told them that lunch would be late. And –finally! - They were gone.

"So… Do you want a complete tour of the house?" Hermione asked.

"That would be great 'Mione," Harry answered.

So she led him to her playroom and showed him her books. Then it was upstairs to show him her parents' rooms (they had their own sitting room, a huge closet, a massive bathroom and then their actual bedroom). Then they began their way downstairs. On the second floor they peeked at the guest rooms and saw they weren't anything special, they stopped by the much larger library, which also contained her parents home office. From there they headed down to the first floor and they checked out the front sitting room which was only used for formal visits or business that her parents wanted to conduct outside of their office. They wound their way downstairs to the den, which housed an extra large screen where they could play movies and video games on top of watching regular television and into a smaller room that served as a laundry room.

"Wow Hermione your house incredible! The Dursleys have the biggest in the neighborhood and your house blows them away. Thank you for letting me stay. I honestly thought that I would be renting a room from Tom at the Leaky Cauldron the rest of the holiday," Harry exclaimed as they walked back up the stairs.

"Oh Harry my parents love you. Even if I hadn't asked before hand after they saw how your relatives behaved they would have insisted that you stay. Besides I think Daddy is determined to keep you in his sights. He thinks you may take advantage of me," Hermione admitted with a blush.

Harry looked at her sharply before her grabbed her hand and turned her, pushing her back against the wall. His nose inches from hers he asked, "Do you think I may take advantage of you Hermione?"

"I…I …I was h-h-hoping y-you w-w-would," she stuttered from the intense look in his eyes.

"Really now," he said with a flashy grin, "SO if I kissed you now you wouldn't be opposed to it would you?"

"Not at all Mr. Potter," Hermione said this time without the stuttering. Her Gryffindor courage was returning.

And so he did. He kissed her thoroughly. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, caressing it, asking her permission which she most willingly gave. As his tongue slipped past her barely parted lips her breath caught and she couldn't breathe. She had never been kissed like this. Harry caressed her mouth like she was breakable. He grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled gently on it. Without even thinking she grabbed his face and brought him away before seconds later crashing her face back to his. She took his lip and sucked in which elicited a hungry moan from him that sent tremors through her body. She, Hermione the little bookworm had made Harry, the greatest man ever in her opinion, sound like that.

As they came up for air they heard a mild coughing noise from behind them. It was Jane. She was grinning from ear to ear.

"Now that you can breathe again I suggest you guys fix your clothes and hair and make yourselves presentable for dinner. Your father will be watching Hermione dear, so be careful," she warned them and turned to make her way back to the dinging room.

"Merlin Hermione, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't get you into too much trouble. I guess I just got carried away," Harry admitted truthfully.

"Harry that is quite alright. I'm not in trouble. Mum has known I liked you for a while. She was sure that it would happen this summer anyways. Or at least at school. As for Daddy… well we just have to break it to him slowly. He sees it he just doesn't wan to admit that his only daughter is finally growing up and might actually have a boy like her in return," Hermione explained.

With that said they slowly made their way through the kitchen to the dining room. As they took their seats Edward looked at them funnily and then shrugged it off and passed the chicken. Soon the conversation was flowing. However it soon took a turn Harry had been dreading. Voldemort.

"So Harry. Hermione tells us this mad nutter is after you specifically. Why is that?" Hermione's dad asked.

"Well it has a lot to do with a prophecy that was made shortly before I was born about my mum and dad," Harry took a deep breath and began to explain his life, "You see it says that the only one who can beat him has to be born at the end of July and that year there were only two babies born at that time. Both of them were fits for the prophecy seeing as how our parents had both gotten away from Voldemort three times. It was friend of mine named Neville Longbottom or myself. Now the only way we could know for sure was if Voldemort marked them. Which he did. The night my parents died I received a scar in the shape of a lightening bolt on my forehead and Neville wasn't harmed. At least by Voldemort."

"So your telling me that your world is going to let a fifteen year old boy deal with a fully grown terrorist? Why that's absolutely ridiculous! Why I have half a mind to write a very nasty letter to your headmaster for telling you this," Jane seemed to be very upset by this news. However, Edward was watching Harry. As the grown man watched the teen Harry was watching Hermione's face. He had not yet told her the specifics of the prophecy and he was worried about her reaction. She tended to take things a little to far.

"Harry James Potter! You have five seconds to excuse yourself from this table and get up to your room so I can yell at you properly without embarrassing you in front of my parents," Hermione yelled. She didn't even have to wait five seconds as Harry was up and gone before she even got the rest of her words out. Her parents chuckled under their breath at seeing the boy jump and do exactly as she said without hesitation. It was like they had been married for years. However they quieted themselves when they saw that their daughters gaze had turned to them and she stood up politely and addressed them calmly.

"Mother, Father," she said nodding to each of them, "May I go be excused from the table please?"

"Of course dear," her mother answered with the hint of a smirk, "Don't hurt him too much. I will leave your plates in the oven I'm sure your going to be hungry after the tongue lashing your going to give him."

"Thank you," Hermione replied.

As soon as she was excused Hermione made her way upstairs figuring out the best way to kill the boy in the room above her without actually killing him. But then it came to her. Laughing she entered his room and smiled brightly at him.

"Harry you know I'm mad for a reason right?" she asked, "You never told me the entire prophecy. I never knew that it was that intense and yet here you are walking around as if nothing is wrong. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Hermione it is my burden to bear and I don't need to share it with anyone else. I don't want anyone else to suffer trying to help me out," he told her.

"But Harry when are you going to learn that I am here for a reason. I have always been here for you. Always…"she whispered as the tears began to fall.

"Oh 'Mione… I know. You have always been the one,'' he assured her as he wrapped her up into his robes and pulled her against his chest and held her until her tears had subsided.

The next morning Harry was awoken by a sound knocking on his door.

"Wake up sleepy head. We are going shopping today!" Jane called through his door.

Harry groaned and thought that this day has officially started off wrong. But he gathered his stuff and trudged into his bathroom to get ready for hell.

000000000000000000

As the ladies showed him into his fourth store of the day Harry began to see that this was a downright intervention on his part. Jane had gone crazy buying everything for him. She had been appalled at the state of his wardrobe. After he told her they were all just hand-me-downs she nearly cried. He had finally got her to allow him to finance this excursion and since he seemed to feel like money wasn't a problem so she kept on spending. Harry insisted she and Hermione get things as well so everybody was coming home with a new wardrobe. Even though he was working nobody forgot Edward and he cam into possession of several shirts and new shoes.

Now as it was they had just bought Hermione and her mum about one of every shoe in the store and Harry about half of that harry needed to go into Diagon alley to pick up a few things. Jane was fine so they tramped off to the Leaky Cauldron, slipped by Tom the Barkeep and entered their world.

As the trio made their way down the Alley peoples heads turned like they always do when the Boy-Who-Lived was in sight. However this time their eyes were drawn not only to the legend but also to the girl who had apparently captured his heart.

"So Harry. Where to?" Jane asked him.

"It's just around this bend here," and he pointed, "Yes. There it is."

And they entered a little unnamed shop that was full of cluttered merchandise.

"Can I help you?" a voice sounded from the back, "I will be right there."

"Thank you," Harry called back.

The shop owner came out of the back and made his way over to them.

"How can I help you…kids today?" the owner asked rather impolitely. He evidently didn't see much profit in this ragtag group.

"I'm in need of a book it is rumored you possess. A book that helps turn muggle things magical," Harry started, "I also have another larger purchase to make. One that I think you will find most interesting."

"Sir?" the owner asked.

"I need two trunks. Both need to have a regular wardrobe charm to hang my clothes. There is a lot so make sure they are spacious. There also needs to be other compartments. The first should contain a large flat; listen carefully. It needs to be two bedrooms complete with bathrooms, a kitchen, front room, dining room, and an office. Finally the second compartment should be a fully accessible library. I want these trunks to have every spell put on them. I want every protection charm and security spell put on these things. I want them virtually indestructible," Harry specified.

"Sir…trunks made to these specifications will be very pricey…" the man started but an irritated Harry cut him off.

"I am Harry Potter, heir to the most noble houses of Potter, Peverell and Black. Money isn't an issue now or will it ever be. I want them done in a week and they will be done. The book I will take now," Harry said in a tone only Malfoy would use.

With that Harry paid the man for the book and left the shop. But their day wasn't quite over.

On their way back to the Leaky Cauldron Hermione needed to stop by the bookstore so they made a little side trip. As Hermione started off down the aisle with her mother trailing Harry saw a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of his eye and he knew exactly who it was. Malfoy. But something seemed off.

"Why hello Potter. Out for the stroll with the girlfriend?" Malfoy asked in a snotty tone.

"Not today Malfoy. I don't see any reason for us to fight anymore. I'm tired of fighting with you," Harry told him with an air of boredom.

"Finally, Potter. I thought we were going to have to have an intervention or something," Malfoy drawled.

"Excuse me Malfoy? I'm afraid I heard you agreeing with me and I'm sure that I was wrong," Harry jabbed.

"Actually Potter, no. I'm serious. My father has started to take this whole Dark Lord thing to far. I want no part of it. So I am now offering you the same thing I did almost five years ago," with that last comment Malfoy stuck his hand out and looked at Harry expectantly.

However Harry didn't take his hand or offer right away. This was just to unexpected. Why was Malfoy offering him this? Was he trying to get information to give to Voldemort? Or was he really getting tired of being a prat?

"Well Draco," Harry started and Draco noted the use of his first name, "I see no reason why we shouldn't try this again. However, I can't just start trusting you. It will take time and you will have to prove yourself."

"That's fine, Harry. And I will start now. You need to be out of here in the next fifteen minutes. Death Eaters are attacking. Hurry," Malfoy told him and then disappeared out of the door.

"Harry what was that all about?" Hermione asked.

"A change in the summer. That's all 'Mione. A change in the summer," Harry told her and then he remembered Malfoy's warning, "Hermione we have to leave now."

"Why Harry? What's wrong?" she asked as Harry took her hand and led her and Jane hurriedly through the street. He tapped on the brick to get back through the wall and started pulling them through the Leaky Cauldron's crowded room.

Finally as they got outside and reached the car where they had parked and Harry began relating what had transpired between Malfoy and him in the bookstore.

"So there is going to be an attack in the next five minutes?" Hermione asked.

"Yes so I'm going to send Dumbledore my Patronus to tell him about it and hopefully he can help," Harry said.

"I hope so Harry. I really hope so…" Hermione whispered as they pulled into traffic and away from the fire fight that was about to take place.