A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This one is a little longer, but it'll be picking up next chapter. Happy Holidays.

Chapter 5: I Owe You One Galaxy

Will you be my best friend
if I offer you my heart?
'Cause it's already yours

Gave you this "I owe you" today
It said good for one galaxy
Once I build my rocket to the stars
We'll fly away just you and me

They stayed in the bathroom for another half hour, crying and laughing about everything and anything. The new level of their relationship (yes, they were now a couple) excited them both, and Hermione felt like she was soaring. They adorned sweet kisses upon their love's faces; the long unsettling feeling finally leaving.

"How long?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes finally showing happiness and warmth. They were sitting on the bathroom floor, the cool tiles feeling rather warm from their body warmth. She was stationed between his legs, which were bent and encasing her as protection. He had and arm around her waist and another resting upon his knee. His warm breath skimmed the top of her head, and his now calm heart thumped wonderfully against her back.

"How long what?" She asked softly. He chuckled, his arm on her waist tightening.

"How long, my dear Miss Granger, have you been in love with me?" She snorted, slapping his knee playfully.

"Probably from the moment I set my eyes on your skinny ass," she retorted mockingly.

"Was it really that skinny?" He whispered in her ear. She shivered, his breath grazing past her.

"I didn't mean it literally. All I know is that it isn't skinny now. Happy?" She asked. He pulled her even tighter, almost like he never wanted to let go.

"I've never been happier in my whole entire life."

"Not even playing Quidditch?" She asked incredulously.

"Nope," he replied.

"I've never been happier in my whole entire life either."

"Not even reading," he teased.

"Books don't hold a candle to you," she replied sighing. She never believed in that "soul mate" love. It wasn't logical. She never believed in utter bliss and euphoria, just from a single man. How wrong she was. She felt like a lovesick little girl. Harry moved her hair aside and began placing tiny kisses along her now bare neck.

"How long have you loved me?" She asked. His lips were lingering, and she could almost feel his contemplation.

"Probably the troll incident. Who knew, eh?" He said lightly.

"We fell in love at the age of eleven," she said laughing. Harry nodded and continued decking her with his lovingly kisses.

She was controlling her emotions quite well; she noted. "You should wear a sign that says 'Do not disturb'. It might work," she added noncommittally. He snorted, his lips never leaving her skin. "No comment? Hmm, interesting. Maybe the sign should say 'Busy' like a bathroom?" He pinged her with his finger lightly.

"Be good," he said huskily. She nearly groaned with excitement as a feeling hit her intensely.

"Since when," she began gasping as he kissed her weak spot, "have you become so excited?" He laughed and turned her head, staring into her eyes.

"Since I hit fourteen," he replied, capturing her lips. She gripped his knees; the jeans wrinkling slightly. The only noises that filled the bathroom were their feverish kisses. Noises…hey! Why weren't the Weasleys trying to knock their door down.

"H-Harry," she stumbled, her breath ragged. His lazy eyes opened, and a sloppy grin appeared on his face.

"Yes?" He asked, his eyes twinkling madly.

"Where is everyone else? We've been in here for an hour, and no one has bothered to check for us?" He looked down guiltily. "Harry…"

"I put up a ward on your door so no one could bother us. There was a note that said we were out for the day," he answered sheepishly, like a little boy in trouble. She looked at him amazed, and noticed his embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed," she chided, kissing his forehead. "You did wandless magic, didn't you?" He nodded, his gaze finally meeting hers.

"It's been happening all friggon summer. It started randomly with my emotions, but then I started bringing it out of me. And then one day, I just started to do it. I do regular incantations and random ones I've seem to have created." Her jaw was hung open; she just couldn't believe it.

"Wow," she replied. He shrugged and stole a quick kiss from her.

"I'm hungry," he said randomly. She huffed and stood up before helping him get up as well.

"When are you not?" She teased. He glared at her lightheartedly.

"I'm not Ron, am I?" He asked. That's when it hit them. Were they to hide their relationship, their obvious love? How would everyone take it? They both looked at each other expectantly.

"I don't want to hide it," he said first, taking the words right out of her mouth. She nodded, her face breaking into a smile. "I take it you don't want to either?" He smirked, as she nodded once more. He grabbed her hand and opened the bathroom door .

"Do I look all right?" She asked suddenly. He beamed and kissed her cheek affectionately.

"You look more than all right. You actually look thoroughly kissed. I'm so proud," he said. She huffed and he opened the bedroom door. No one was out in the hall, so they began to head downstairs. When they arrived in the kitchen, they walked in on a full fledged Order meeting. There were maps and charts all over the place, showing all different places.

"Eh-hem," Harry cleared his throat. The entire order looked sharply at the joined couple, the majority of their jaws dropping.

"Where were you?" Dumbledore asked calmly, although anger was clearly in his eyes. Harry took a step forward, somewhat guarding Hermione from there shocked eyes.

"What's it to you?" Harry replied evenly. "You aren't my guardian. This is my house. I am my own boss." He glanced over the Order, noticing Moody was indeed present. He held the ex-Auror's gaze a little longer, noticing his nod to Harry. Hermione watched from behind, noticing the looked of disappointment and a slight rage on Mrs. Weasley face. Oh dear.

"Why are you two holding hands?" She asked them. She felt Harry stiffen, as a wave of anger hit her.

"We," he began in a barely controlled voice, "are holding hands because we are together."

"Together?" Hermione's mum asked. Hermione noticed them sitting in the corner by themselves. Her mother was smiling broadly, and her father seemed content as well. Harry looked to the voice, and she felt him relax.

"Yes, together. Hermione and I are in love," he said softly, stealing a loving gaze from her. She blushed lightly. Mrs. Weasley looked like she was about to blow up, and her husband was trying to calm her down quickly.

"Where are the boys?" Hermione asked her mum.

"Sleeping. They got up, looked for you, and then went back to their room. I checked on them fifteen minutes ago." Hermione nodded, relief finally washing over her.

The room was silent, as each occupant contemplated their thoughts. Mrs. Weasley had turned an amazing red that matched the drapes hanging over the windows. Dumbledore was quite capable of showing his emotions with the exception of today, for he looked pretty pissed himself. Snape sat beside him. He obviously could care less about the crisis involving Harry and the know-it-all Gryffindor that he claimed she was.

"May we speak with you?" Kevin Granger asked. He was directing his question towards Harry and herself. They nodded and left the room without another word to the Order.

Harry led them into one of his studies. She filed in last and felt the wards her beloved set up instantly. The door shut softly, followed by a click.

"Sit, sit," Harry said kindly. The room was quite comfortable. It was done up in Gryffindor colors of course. There was a large fire burning, warming the room's guests both physically and emotionally. He sat beside her, which was across from her parents.

"We've settled everything," her mum said kindly. "The insurance is giving us money for a new house and all the furniture costs. Your father and I, as you may know, always have had money in both our bank and at Gringotts. We're rebuilding a house not to far from here, and your Headmaster said we will have a secret keeper. Hermione, you will be our keeper." Hermione nodded and felt Harry's hands clasp around hers. "Our office is in London anyways, so we'll actually be closer. As far as the boys, we're building two extra rooms so they can each have one."

"Thanks," Hermione said smiling. Her mother nodded while grinning back.

"You are more than welcome to stay with us from now on also, Harry," Mr. Granger said. Harry's eyes lit up instantaneously. Hermione chuckled softly at his reaction.

"I couldn't burden-"

"Nonsense," Charlotte, her mum, replied with a wave of her hand. "Hermione has spoken of you in the highest regards. If she trusts you as much as we believe she does, than we trust you as well. You are more than welcome." Harry nodded and squeezed her hand.

"Uhmm," he began, as his hand made its way through his hair. "I was wondering if you are okay with us? It seems not many people were too happy."

"If we said no," her father began, "would you still love each other anyways?"

"Yes," they both answered.

Her mum smiled all knowingly. "We do approve, don't get us wrong. Your love is obviously strong enough."

" I don't see why that Mrs. Weasley was in such a tizzy," her father added. Hermione snorted, and her mother huffed impatiently at her father.

"Honestly Kevin! You are so thick sometimes, Dear. One of her sons, I'm betting on Ronald, probably fancied Hermione. She, obviously being in love with Dear Harry over here, probably turned Ronald down. And now, when he finds out, there's going to be World War III."

The other three occupants stared bewildered at the woman. How the hell did she figure that one out? Hermione thought.

"Yes I know," her mum said offhandedly. "It's so obvious. Am I right?" She asked, looking to Hermione. She simply nodded to her mother, who grinned proudly.

"What should we do?" Harry asked, now laying back against the sofa.

"Be honest," her mum said. "It's better to tell him flat out once you see him. Girls are never prizes to be won or fought over. If he doesn't talk to neither one of you for quite some time, don't worry about it. I'm sure he won't be feeling to swell. As much as it's terrible that he'll be feeling down, the world does not revolve around him. Simple."

They both nodded and her parents got up to leave.

"Perhaps you should go visit the boys? They should be up soon," her mum suggested. Harry nodded and removed the wards. The Grangers walked out, and Hermione watched him pace around the room. She got up and grabbed his hand before he could pace anymore.

"Let's go meet the boys," she said giddily.

"What are there names?" He asked. They were standing outside the door leading into the boys' room. The house was silent. The fact that a potential bomb could explode at any given moment clouded her thoughts.

"Evan and Ian. You won't be able to tell them apart. I might," she said before knocking on their door.

"Come in," two voices rang. They walked into the room, which was quite breezy on this beautiful day.

The two boys were sitting on one bed, a game of regular chess between them. Their blue eyes immediately were drawn to the man beside her, there faces holding confusion.

"Ian?" She asked. The boy nearest her looked to her and smiled. "Evan?" His accompanist looked

"This is Harry Potter." The boys looked at him in awe, their eyes studying him carefully.

"Uh, hello," Harry said, clearing his voice uncertainly.

"Should we trust him?" Ian asked, his eyes never leaving Harry's face.

"Well, he's my boyfriend, so does that offer any condolence?" She replied, her hand squeezing his comfortingly.

"Oh well, in that case," Evan said smiling. He nodded to his brother, and they both stood in front of Harry. They looked so tiny compared to his tall built frame.

"My name is Evan Richard Wright," he said introducing himself.

"And my name is Ian Christopher Wright. Nice to meet you," he said. They both stuck out their hands, which Harry shook happily.

"Its nice to meet you both as well."

"Fantastic," Hermione murmured gratefully. "Food anyone?" She asked. All three boys' face lit up. She sighed heavily and conjured a notepad and pen. "What would you like?"

"A turkey and mayo sandwich on white bread. Oh, but can you cut off the ends? I find them absolutely repulsive." Hermione snorted and nodded, jotting down what Ian wanted.

"And you?" She asked Evan.

"A ham and cheese sandwich, mayo only on white bread please. The ends are simply delightful," he said, giving his brother a glare. Hermione shook her head and looked to the eldest male.

"And what would ickle Harry like?" He thought for a moment.

"Ham, turkey, and cheese on white with some mayo would be excellent, Love," he replied, his emerald eyes shining brightly. She huffed and heard the twins snicker.

"I'll be back in a jiffy. Don't get into too much trouble, okay?" They nodded their heads enthusiastically. She walked out and quietly shut the door behind her.

Now, how to get food without being seen? Ah, screw it all to Hell.

If she ran into Ron, she would be polite, and then she would tell him she and Harry had to speak with him later. That is, if he didn't already know.

She walked into the kitchen, the silence nearly crushing her chest. Where the hell was everyone? Well, she supposed them not being there was very good. She made the sandwiches, and cut the ends off for Ian. She supposed his mother did the same thing for him. Technically, she was his new mother. And if she and Harry married…

What the hell? Marriage? Honestly, Granger!

She finished cutting the ends and began to head upstairs. A wave of anguish hit her and she shivered. There was something wrong with her, it was official. She continued to walk back up the stairs while levitating the three sandwiches. When she neared the door though, she never expected to hear what she did. She nearly dropped the plates.

There was sobbing. And lots of it. She opened the door quickly, thinking something was wrong. There on the bed was Harry, holding both the boys at each of his sides. The three tough boys were crying uncontrollably. Harry's green eyes had dulled considerably; the shine he always held towards her had vanished.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Between the new wave of anguish and the sight that she saw, she broke down too. She set the plates down and walked over to her boys. Her boys. She hugged them all as best as she could, while her tears rolled down her cheeks. She heard the door shut and lock, but the thought was out of her mind instantly.

They stayed like that for a while until she felt Harry's arms loosen around them. She pulled back and looked at the twins, who were actually smiling at her and Harry.

"Thanks," they both said. Harry chuckled quietly and wiped his eyes, causing his glasses to rise above his hands.

"Your welcome," Hermione replied softly, her eyes never leaving Harry's face. "Your sandwiches are over there," she said pointing to the dresser. The boys got up and grabbed there food.

'Thank God, I'm famished," Evan replied and proceeded to stuff his face. Hermione summoned Harry's and held the plate out to him. He looked at her, his eyes calm now. She felt at peace too. He pulled her back down onto the bed. The twins were sitting on the opposite bed, eating their sandwiches contently.

They all sat in silence. Harry finished his sandwich, while Hermione sat contemplating her thoughts. She felt a warm hand cover hers. Her eyes met his, and he smiled, apparently regaining his composure.

"Feel better?" she asked softly. He nodded and stole a quick kiss from her.

"Feel like going out?" He asked, glancing at the silent boys across from them. They had just finished eating and were now looking at Harry and Hermione expectantly.. Hermione nodded and got up.

"Good idea. Thankfully its nice out today. Diagon Alley?" She asked Harry, who nodded. The twins scrambled to get on their sneakers.

"It's time to get them their wands," he said thoughtfully. She hugged him tightly, glad he had come up with such a brilliant idea.

"Oh, wait!" She exclaimed, pulling back from a confused Harry. "We should change our appearances, so we don't get bothered." Harry took the hint and turned to the boys who stared at them once again, this time ready to go.

"I am going to change your appearances a bit. We don't want to get noticed," Hermione exclaimed. The boys nodded excitedly.

"We know. Harry said he gets unwanted attention a lot," Ian replied. She sighed thankfully and motioned for him to step forward.

"This won't hurt a bit, just relax." He nodded and Hermione began the appearance charms. She changed his brown straight hair to Malfoy blond, and his blue eyes to bright green. She conjured a mirror, causing the ten year old to shriek in surprise.

"Wow," he whispered an awe. His brother pushed him lightly over, eager to get his change.

"Me next," he said grinning gleefully. Seriously, appearance charms weren't all that fun. Then again, they were completely new to the Wizarding world.

"C'mon," she motioned. He stood still, as she turned his hair to dirty blond and his blue eyes to hazel. He smiled approvingly and stepped out of the way. "Mr. Potter, you're next," she said mischievously.

"Oh no, the wrath of the evil Hermione," he joked. The boys laughed at her look of indignation.

"Hmmph," she mumbled. She turned Harry's raven black hair to a light brown and his emerald eyes bright blue. "I should have done this a long time ago." He looked at her, confused beyond belief. "Honestly," she muttered. She took his glasses off, hit them with a charm, and then without further ado, sent a dual spell to his eyes. All of a sudden, he gasped.

"I can see," he said suddenly.

"You can see," she repeated, laughing easily. "You can wear your glasses if it makes you happy. But now, when playing Quidditch, you can see."

He smiled thankfully and pulled out his wand.

"Be nice," she said, his different eyes still shining. She felt her hair go straight and saw it was dirty blond.

"I like your eyes, they'll have to stay," he said dramatically. She swatted him playfully, and then remembered something vital.

"Your scar!" She said. With another wave of her wand, his scar disappeared. "Better. Let's go!"

Harry motioned for the twins, and together they headed downstairs. Hermione's parents were sitting at the kitchen table. Her father was reading the paper, while her mother was stirring coffee.

"Hello there," her mother greeted. Her father looked up and set his paper down.

"Good afternoon," he said also smiling. "Where are you all headed to?" He asked.

"Diagon Alley," Harry replied. "Would you care to join us?" Her mother and father shared a glance and nodded.

"That would be lovely, thank you," Her mother replied. "We just got back from our lawyer. They are going to start building our house within the next two weeks."

"Great!" Hermione added excitedly. A new house! One where there would be no diversions.

"Yes, it truly is. We need to stop at Gringotts before we begin. Is that all right?" Her father asked.

"I have to stop there as well," he said smiling.

"Shall we be off?" Hermione asked. Harry smiled and squeezed her hand.

"Yes. Follow me," he said.

They walked outside, and Harry locked up Headquarters. The sun was shining brightly, and it was about sixty degrees. The street was fairly bare, save for a few people riding bikes and some kids playing. Hermione was thankful they looked muggle and that there weren't many people out. She heard Harry mutter something, and she turned to him.

"What was that?" She asked quietly. It was quite weird looking into a set of bright blue eyes.

"Notice-me-not and a charm so your parents can see the bus," he said just as quietly. She looked quite confused at the whole "let your parents see" charm. She shrugged it off and continued walking. They finally reached the corner, and Harry stuck out his wand. The Knight Bus came into view, causing the two twins and the Grangers to gasp audibly. Stan introduced himself and looked down at the twins.

"First timers, eh?" He said looking to Harry, who nodded in agreement. Hermione ushered them onto the bus as Harry paid.

"The Leaky Cauldron," he said. Stan nodded and told Ernie where they were going. "Hold on very tight guys. This is definitely a bumpy ride."