A/N: Thanks to CheshireCat23 for pointing out that I spelt the authors name wrong in the disclaimer. It's Stephenie Meyer, not Stephanie Meyer! And also this has been re-edited thanks to Auspicious-Stars for pointing out my spelling mistakes and just plain mistakes in general in the original posted chapter! (:

May I Have This Dance

Cedric and Hermione were grinning at each other from across the aisle. As Bella requested, Hermione was in fact the maid of honor. And now that Edward had a blood relative, Emmet was more than excited to step down from the position of the best man. Of course, everyone was talking about the scene; the Edward clone was standing right next to the groom, who was dressed in a white tux, wearing a black tuxedo. Whispers were reaching all of the vampires' ears, talking of how beautiful the bride's cousin had become. Dressed just as Alice and Rosalie had planned her to, even Wynter was having a hard time believing that, that was her friend from Hogwarts.

Dressed in a short sleeved, lavender colored dress, Alice approached Wynter. Looking past Alice, Wynter saw that Rosalie was wearing a long sleeved pale pink colored dress that sat on her knees. Rosalie's eyes seemed to beam as she looked over at Wynter. Within a second, she was being cornered by the two Vampire sisters/sister-in-laws. Wynter couldn't help but to admire them for everything they were. As beautiful as they were, and as well dressed as from the day she met them, you would think they were dressed for any normal day. Looking around, it wasn't difficult to spot the vampires from the humans. The humans were paled in comparison to the beauties that surrounded them.

"You look so gorgeous," Alice squealed while pulling Wynter into a tight embrace.

"Thank you," she smiled back, seeing as it was the polite thing to do. "You're both beautiful right now; as always."

"Do you think so?" Alice, the ever so modest one, began to look a little worried. "I normally don't wear my hair up like this, and Rosalie prefers her hair down all the time as well. You don't think this is overdoing it do you?"

Taking in the way that Alice's spiked up hair, was now flat ironed, so it could be tied back into a tiny little French braided bun, and Rosalie's hair was also tied back into a French braided bun, Wynter shook her head, "No, of course not. It's very beautiful on the both of you; very flattering."

"Where's your wand?" Rosalie asked suddenly.

Feeling her hand inch towards the garter belt beneath her dress, Wynter was on the lookout. "Why? Do we need it?"

"No," Alice glared at her sister, "It's just that Rosalie's wondering where you managed to hide it after all."

Examining the skin tight gown that the young witch was wearing, Rosalie cocked an eyebrow. "I don't see it."

There was a light chuckle. "Glamour spell," Wynter nodded her head, patting her stomach. "I have it right here."

Hermione and Cedric's eyes fell on Wynter, and they both gasped. They were standing at the altar with Edward since they were ready, and didn't get the chance to see Wynter walk out of the house with Emmet until just now. Surrounded by Rosalie and Alice, they would have thought she was one of them. Her usually bouncing curls were now flat ironed, reaching her lower back, and shining more than usual. Whereas Alice gave Hermione caramel colored feathers to wear in her ears, Wynter's tiny silver balls were replaced with tiny heart shaped teardrops that dangled just above her shoulders. The teardrops were oddly colored though, looking as if someone melted the sky with a hurricane. Where they painted Hermione's fingers and toes a golden/auburn color, they painted Wynter's nails a melted silver color. Wearing black eyeliner that brought out her rainy colored eyes even more, they added silver glitter along the edges of her eyes, bringing it out even more than that. Hermione's lips were painted red, but Wynter's lips were just glossed over, making it shine, instead of adding color. Wearing the silver colored two inch open toed heels that Alice chose for her, Hermione could see the relaxed look Wynter had in her heels, versus her feeling as if she were going to fall. It was the dress though; the dress was really what caught her attention. Hermione saw the dress at the store when Alice made Wynter try it on, but she wasn't expecting this. The color of soft silver, reminding both Hermione and Cedric of something they've seen before – something they couldn't quite place their fingers on – it was strapless. Hugging Wynter tightly, it showed that she was also quite large in the chest department, and curvy in all the rest, the dress hugged her all the way to her thighs, where it suddenly stopped.

"She did it," Hermione said in a low whisper. "She actually did it."

Edward and Cedric could both hear that Hermione didn't want anyone to hear her, but with their vampire hearing, they could. Seeing as how Cedric knew Hermione the longest, he questioned it. "She did what?"

"Her scars," Hermione pointed to her own visible war wound, then to her own back. "I wanted to cover mine up, but Wynter told me to wear it with pride. I was a war hero, and being a Mudblood is nothing to be ashamed of. Last night, I asked her if she would wear hers with pride to, and she told me she was going to. And she did it. I expected her to hide hers. I mean she has more than I do."

"Scars?" turning his head to look at the girl they were talking about, Edward saw it. Wynter turned her back to them, to smile at someone Alice was introducing her to, and he could see them. Starting from the back of her neck, it looked as if someone ran a thorny whip over her back then clawed at her. It stopped at where her dress began, but he could tell it went in further.

It was Cedric who nodded his head, "Hermione and Wynter were both taken as prisoners when they were caught. It wasn't until a couple hours later that I found them. Hermione was tortured with the Cruciatus Curse, and had the word Mudblood carved into her by Bellatrix Lestrange – a psycho bitch – but Wynter was taken in by Voldemort himself; Voldemort, Rodolphus Lestrange – Bellatrix's husband – and Greyback; the same wolf who turned Remus."

"I tried to shout for Cedric to rescue Wynter first, but I was already starting to blacken out," Hermione explained. "I couldn't speak at all."

"It wasn't until I returned for the rest, that Harry shouted at me that Voldemort had Wynter," Cedric chuckled while shaking his head before finishing the rest of the story. "Would you believe that when I went to grab her, she shouted at me to get Harry and the others out first? She said she was just a pawn, but Harry was the one who needed to kill Voldemort. She wanted to make sure he was safe before herself."

"What did you do?" Emmet was just about to walk back into his house to check on Bella, when he heard the story, and joined his brother and friends at the altar. He found himself attracted to Wynter. If you looked at her, you wouldn't expect this from her, but if there's anything he learned; it's that you've always got to keep an eye out for those innocent looking ones, because those are the ones that always turn out to be the most dangerous.

Seeing that Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Esme, Carlisle, and the rest of the other vampires were all keeping an attentive ear on him, Cedric continued, "I flew Greyback away from her, and grabbed her anyways. I'm not that dense to keep her back in a room filled with the world's darkest wizard, a psychotic werewolf, and a sadistic prick who likes to torture people. It was by luck enough that I managed to enter that room the first time. I did however return to the basement of the Malfoy Manor, and grab the others."

Uncomfortable in how tight her dress was, Wynter looked over at her two friends, and waved. Smiling as they waved back, she had no idea that they were all explaining a grim conversation about her scars. Trying to avoid all the staring eyes that were watching her, she rolled her eyes at the drool from Bella's friend's lips. Alice introduced her to them, and now Mike could only drool at her. Mike and Eric; at least, that's what she thinks Alice said their names were. Walking past a family of vampires that Alice had also introduced her to, Wynter heard a low growl. Stopping in her tracks, and quickly turning around because she thought the growl was meant for her, she saw them glaring past her.

"Filthy dogs," one of them muttered.

"I can't believe Carlisle would allow them to come."

"They're stinking up the place."

"That one was there when they killed Laurent."

"Stupid mutts."

"Wynter," jumping as a hand touched her lower back, Wynter looked up and saw Carlisle smiling down at her; his handsome smile still in place, as his hair was neatly gelled back. "Come, let me introduce you to our friends," then kindly bowing his head at his vampire cousins as if he hadn't heard anything they had growled, he simply said, "Cousins, I do hope your enjoying yourselves."

Shaking her head as Carlisle led her to who she presumed to be from Jacob's pack, she felt the need to apologize. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I thought they were growling at me," Wynter blushed. "I reached for my wand, until I heard them talking about the wolves."

"It's understandable," he smiled as he nodded his head. "It's been only three weeks since you fought in a war where the vampires were the enemy. Hermione also reached for her wand when she heard one of our cousins growling just a couple feet behind her. None of my cousins blame you two. You're jumpy, and acting out on defense is expected."

Turning back to the vampires that she was just standing by, she saw them all kindly smile, and nod their heads at her in a friendly gesture. Smiling, she did the same. "Alright, thanks."

She saw that there were only two of them. One was in a wheelchair and the other looked no more than only fifteen. Instantly she knew who they were: Billy Black; the father from Jacob, and Seth Clearwater. Bella explained everything about the Quileute wolves for her to know who was who by just a simple glance. She was confused though. Why were there only two of them? Ignoring the fact that they were both dressed neatly in suits, and dressed for the wedding, Wynter's eyes immediately began to scan the forest. There would never be only two of them. The rest were hiding out in the forest – she was sure of it.

"That's our girl," Cedric chuckled, shaking his head.

"What is it?" Jasper felt the tension rise from Wynter. "Something's wrong with her."

Hearing his brother, Emmet quickly growled, "What is it Jasper? We can't let them hurt Wynter. I'll break the treaty if I have to."

"Nothing's wrong," Hermione shook her head. She was glad that they were quick to be ready to protect her friend though. Wynter needed to know that she had people who loved her enough to jump to her protection. "Wynter's just always on guard. From all the stories that Bella told us about Jacob and the pack, she knows how they are never alone. Seeing only one of them with Billy, it set her alarms off. She knows that the others are hiding out in the forest."

"A true soldier," Jasper spoke with a haunting emotion. Hermione felt guilty as she remembered hearing about Jasper's past. "Always on guard, always ready for a fight, and always alert."

"Exactly."

Feeling eyes on her, Wynter turned around. Looking up at the podium where Edward would soon marry Bella, she smiled and waved again. For someone who was always on guard about the simplest of things, and knew that her friends feared her, she was so trustworthy of those very friends. Assuming that they were staring at her because she was about to meet the wolves, she turned back to Carlisle, who was now watching her as well. "Are you alright, Wynter?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded her head. "The rest of the pack is hiding out in the forest, Carlisle. I trust they are here for safety precautions?"

He nodded his head as well, saddened that the conversation between his sons, Hermione, and Cedric was true. "Yes, Billy fears that Jacob may do something stupid to prevent Bella from marrying Edward. His pack is watching to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Ahh Carlisle," Billy Black held out his hand to the vampire, ignoring the hisses that followed from some of the other wedding guests. "Thank you again for saving my son's life, and thank you for inviting us here. I've got to admit, I never imagined the day I'd see little Bella Swan getting married. Even as a child she was bit into the mud."

Laughing, Carlisle took no offense to what was said, but instead nodded his head, "You're welcome, Billy. And I'm glad that Jacob healed nicely. Have you heard from him yet?" when both Seth and Billy shook their heads, he sighed, then pulled Wynter in closer to them. "Billy, Seth, this is Wynter Morris. She's a friend of Bella's cousin Hermione," pointing over at Hermione, he heard Billy laugh again. "Wynter, this is Billy Black, and Seth Clearwater. Wynter and Hermione are both witches from Hogwarts Academy over in Scotland."

"Witches?" Billy looked over at Hermione then began to laugh again, "That explains a lot. At least now I know why Jacob ended up on the roof of our home whenever Hermione would come to visit us with Bella," shaking his head as he laughed about a memory only he understood, Billy held out his hand to Wynter. "It's a pleasure to meet you Wynter. Would I be too crass if I said you looked lovely this evening?"

Politely smiling, Wynter could hear the chuckles from the vampires all around her. Truth be told, she's had to turn down two vampires already and turn to Emmet for help when they bared their teeth at her. "Thank you Mr. Black. And may I say you're very dashing yourself."

Chuckling in tune with everyone who could hear them, Billy shook his head. "Please, it's Billy. And you're too kind. Carlisle, please take me to see your lovely wife so I can praise her on how wonderful this place looks."

"Of course Billy," Carlisle chuckled. After a head nod of assurance from Wynter, he began to roll Billy away, saying something about how it was Alice who actually planned everything.

"So a witch, huh?" Seth asked, with his hands in his pockets. Looking over at him, Wynter saw the blush on his face, and she giggled, which seemed to make him blush even more. "That's pretty cool. What's that like?"

"It's okay," she nodded her head. "We have a wand, we ride brooms, and we say spells. Just like how they have it in your storybooks. What's it like being a wolf who can change at any time?" seeing his confusion, she continued. "We have this friend, Remus Lupin. He was bitten by a wolf when he was still only a kid, and now he can only change during a full moon. But according to Bella, you guys can change whenever you want to."

"Really?" there was excitement in his eyes now, "I've heard about those types of werewolves before. A slave to the moon right?" when Wynter nodded her head, Seth continued, reminding her of a child whose just been told that witches, vampires, and wolves are real. "I thought those were always only legends. So is it true then? When they transform do they really become all hideous looking, showing only their bones, with large claws, and sharp teeth?"

"Yep," she nodded her head again. "At least from what I've seen when Remus turns. And he can't control it. He tries to kill anybody. I heard that during our third year in school, he tried killing Hermione and two of our other friends as well. I still don't get it, but during the war, when the wolves attacked us, it was bright daylight out, and they all transformed at their will, turning into just large dogs."

"That's us," Seth nodded his head also. "Once we learn to accept what we are, we can transform at will as well. Until we learn to control it though, it's always just when we're pissed. But we aren't scary looking; just very large cuddly dogs."

Wynter laughed. He was cute. In a little – three years younger than her – brother type of way. "Can you control it?"

"Nah," he sighed now. "Well only a little bit. I can change at will, but I still can't control it when I'm pissed. Only the older wolves can. Well we're really called shape-shifters, but over the years they started to know us as wolves. Bella always just calls us wolves."

"Remus explained to us the history of shape-shifters back in our third year," she explained to him. "He was our professor that year, and when the full moon would come around, he would be out sick, so we had Professor Snape teaching us. He taught us about wolves, I guess hoping that Hermione would catch onto Remus. When Remus returned, he decided to keep up the lesson. He was shocked when we wrote to him the other night, telling him that Hermione's cousin was friends with the legends."

"Wow! You mean they teach about us at your school? Hey, I like your accent by the way."

"Thanks," she was laughing, and with a side glance, she saw Cedric laughing as well. "I like yours to."

"I don't have an accent."

"You're American. I'm British. To you, I have an accent, and to me, you have an accent."

"Oh," giving it a second to kick in, Seth's eyes widened, "Oh wow! So I have an accent?"

Suddenly, the music was playing. Allowing Seth to guide her over to the benches, she sat next to him. Emmet waved them over to sit with them on the groom's side, but with an elbow to the ribs from his wife, he shrugged his shoulders. Laughing at the rolling of her eyes from Hermione, Wynter sat between Seth, and a blank seat in the front row. She felt awkward sitting there, but Charlie was the one who told her to sit in the families section before they left the house in the morning. The blank seat, right next to Bella's mom belonged to Charlie. Turning to watch as Charlie led his daughter down the aisle; she looked back at Edward, and grinned. She could see it on his face that he was in love with the girl who never showed any emotions. Dressed in a floor length white wedding gown, with her back and chest covered in lace, Bella did look beautiful. Looking through the audience, Bella's eyes landed on Wynter, and she did an excited little grin, with a tiny wave. Blushing, Wynter waved back.

Edward held Bella's hands in his while Charlie took his seat next to Wynter. Sitting down, he whispered how she looked very lovely before whispering something about not looking like a mess to his ex-wife, while giving a Phil a remorseful stare. Vows were read, promises made, and then there was a kiss. Looking around, Wynter saw tears in every human's eyes. The vampires were clutching their hands to their non-beating chests, and Hermione was loudly sobbing something about her baby cousin getting married. Soon the seats were emptied, and music began to play.

"Congratulations, you two!"

Accepting the hug from her new friend, Bella was smiling. No longer just a twitch of her lips, but now it was a full blown smile. "Thanks Wynter. And look at you. And Hermione! Trying to steal the bride's thunder I see."

"Oh we could never steal your thunder," Hermione's caramel eyes were still filled with tears. She turned away from Edward, wrapping her arms around her cousin once more. "I can't believe you're married, Bella."

Rolling her eyes, Wynter stood on her toes to hug Edward. "Congratulations Edward. You're a married man now."

"I know," he winked, then held his hand out to his new bride, "May I have this dance, Mrs. Cullen?"

Feeling her cheeks heat up, Bella accepted his hand. "Mrs. Cullen. I love that."

"Wynter," Seth ran up to them, "Do you umm…" scratching his head, it seemed like he suddenly lost his courage. "Do you wanna dance with me?"

"I would love to Seth."

Blushing, Seth took the offered hand, then leaned in towards Bella, "Congratulations by the way Bella," kissing her cheek, he then nodded his head at Edward, "Edward."

"Thank you Seth," they both kindly smiled.

"Wynter!" Hermione squeaked.

Turning around, Wynter chuckled. They spoke about this the night before, right before they fell asleep. "You're not left alone, Hermione. Cedric is holding his hand out to dance with you. I'm going to dance with Seth."

"Who's Seth?"

Clearing his throat, the younger boy lifted his hand up, "I'm Seth."

Rolling her eyes as Hermione's glare caused Seth to cower behind her, Wynter introduced them, "Hermione this is Seth Clearwater, the one from Jacob's pack. Seth, this is Hermione Granger, Bella's cousin. And Cedric Diggory, he's-"

"Edward's twin?" only now he noticed they looked completely alike.

Chuckling, she pulled Seth away, "No, he's a long lost great-great-grandnephew. He got bit three years ago."

Leaning in against Cedric as they danced together, Hermione couldn't help but to laugh as she thought back to the Yule Ball. They danced as if they were at the Yule Ball, and Cedric laughed as well. It was the last time either of them had to dance in this way to such music. Only that time, Cedric was holding onto Cho Chang, and Hermione was being held by Viktor Krum. Occasionally, Hermione would look up and see Alice watching the house, and Wynter laughing at something with Seth.

"My, my, my… little Hermione Granger is all grown up now."

Turning away from Cedric, Hermione grinned. "Hullo Billy."

"Hello darling," he smiled as she pulled away from their hug. "I wanted to leave already, but it seems your friend has my ride in her grasp."

Turning to the young wolf who was now spinning a still laughing Wynter around, Hermione nodded her head. "Seems like it, but it's all for the best. The night is still young Billy, you can't be tired yet."

"Oh my, dear," Billy shook his head with a sigh, "This old man is not what he used to be."

"Well I'm sure my dancing partner wouldn't mind sharing me for the night," turning to an amused Cedric, Hermione smiled, "Would you mind if I danced with an old friend, Cedric?"

Hermione's hand was still in his, and with a smile on his face, Cedric held it out to Billy, "Your partner, sir."

Accepting Hermione's hand from Cedric, Billy chuckled. "And who is this Edward Cullen look alike, Hermione? I'm sure Charlie wouldn't approve."

"He doesn't," Hermione laughed. "Billy, this is a friend of mine from school. Cedric Diggory, he was bitten three years ago, and only three days ago we learned that he's the great-great-grandnephew of Edward. Cedric, this is Billy Black."

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Black."

"Oh please, it's Billy," stunned that Cedric held out his hand to shake his, Billy nonetheless accepted it. "It's nice to meet you as well, Cedric. I hope that you don't mind I'm stealing your date for the evening."

"Of course not," shaking his head, Cedric saw a scene that caused him to groan. "Oh this isn't good."

"What is it?"

Hearing Hermione groan as well, Billy turned around to see what they were both groaning about. "I don't get it," he continued to search around. "What's going on?"

"Wynter's going to kill Alice," a whimpering sound escaped Hermione. "Please tell me this isn't the surprise she foresaw."

Rubbing his forehead with his hands, Cedric continued to watch the scene. "The colors seem to make sense now."

Leaning against Seth, who although three years younger, was nearly a foot taller than her, Wynter laughed as he continued to tell her stories about his friends. In a way they all reminded her of her own assortment of friends – minus the gloom, and the death threats of course. Shocked to see that he was actually a good dancer, she heard him say something about Hermione about to dance with Billy. Curious as to how a man in a wheelchair could dance, she looked over at her friends, expecting to see them all dancing, but instead she saw an excited Alice clapping while standing nearby a nervous looking Cedric, and a panicking Hermione. Confused as to why they were both nearly shaking, she stopped dancing, ready to walk over to them. A hand touched her shoulder. Seth stopped moving completely, and she froze.

"May I have this dance?"

Edward! Turning away from his bride, Edward turned to the girl who was now glaring at him; you tell Alice I'm going to bloody kill her. Bloody kill her! Continuing to stare up at Seth, her voice was low, "Malfoy."

"You look amazing, Wynter."

Sighing, she slowly nodded her head at Seth to leave them alone, silently pleading with him to take her with him. She watched until Seth was soon dancing with Renee before she finally turned around. She wanted to gasp, but there was no sense in allowing him to see how much his presence affected her. Messy pale blonde hair fell all over his face and nearly to his shoulders, soft silver eyes the color of her gown were staring down at her, with an unknown gleam in them; he was handsome, breathtaking even. Dressed in black muggle suit pants, with one of his endless white oxford shirts, Wynter saw that Draco's tie matched her dress. Slanting her eyes, she released a growl. She would definitely kill Alice for doing this to her. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"I'm asking you to dance," holding out his hand, he saw she was hesitant to take it. "We all got a letter the day after you left. Alice, the vampire who sees things, invited us here. She sent me this tie as well, saying to use it."

"Us?"

"Potter and Weasley are here as well," he nodded his head. "They didn't want to be seen with me though when you realize my tie matches your dress, which by the way," he didn't hide the fact that he was now blatantly staring at her body, "Did I mention looks absolutely beautiful on you?"

"I'm going to kill Alice," making sure that all the vampires could hear her threat; Wynter finally took Draco's hand. Anyone who was watching them could see the relieved grin on his face once he wrapped her hand in his, and placed his hand on her thigh. "Watch the hand, Malfoy. I like to think that Emmet and I are pretty close now. One slip of the hand, and I'll have him kill you."

"Emmet?" following the smirking direction that Wynter was now staring in, Draco gulped at his sight. The bulky vampire was waving at him, and nodding his head to prove Wynter's words were true. "Got it."

Wynter allowed them an entire song of silence before finally looking up at him. "Why did you come?"

"I told you, Alice wrote us a letter telling us to come."

"I know you said that. But why did you come? Why are you here? Why are you dancing with me?"

There was a moment's hesitation and his strong thinking, Draco accidentally stepped on Wynter's foot then he sighed. "Let's just dance, Morris. We're at a wedding."

Seth and Billy were standing at the edge of the wedding watching everybody while Hermione stood surrounded by her wizard friends, and Cedric. Alice was missing with Rosalie and Esme, but Emmet and Jasper was soon joining them. Edward and Bella were too lost in their own dancing world to pay attention to anything that was going on around them. The vampires were all translating the conversation between Draco and Wynter for the three who couldn't hear anything.

"Dude totally chickened out," Emmet shook his head.

"I don't blame him," Jasper also shook his head, "If he admitted what he wanted to, Wynter would've pulled out her wand, and hexed him right there."

"Damn Malfoy," Ron pulled the plate of food away from his mouth for a second to speak, "Always ruining the fun for me. He deserves whatever Wynter sends his way."

Licking his lips, Emmet looked over at Hermione who was staring intently at the forest, "I don't know about that. What about you Hermione? Do you think he should stay away from Wynter?"

"I think they both need to stay away from each other," Hermione nodded her head, "But not just because I don't like Malfoy, but because-"

"Malfoy?" Emmet started laughing. Slapping Jasper on his chest, he pointed over at Draco, "Eh, bro, that's Malfoy, the one that Hermione and Cedric are always dissing, the one that Wynter always gets defensive over."

Watching the young people dancing, it dawned on Jasper. His brother was right. "Just because you two don't-"

"Hermione."

Turning around, she smiled, "Hey Uncle Charlie. These are my friends Ron and Harry. Alice surprised us with them."

"Hello," Charlie shook both their hands, "Who's that guy that Wynter's dancing with?"

Clearing his throat, Harry smirked at the over-protective fatherly tone in the man's voice, "That's Draco Malfoy, sir," he answered, "Another one of their surprises. Alice flew us in just today."

"Oh," scratching his hair, Charlie continued to watch the scene for a short while. "Very well then. Oh, and Hermione. Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?"

Blushing, Hermione pulled her uncle into a hug and kissed his cheek, "Thank you Uncle Charlie."

Edward stopped dancing suddenly. Alice came running out of the house with Rosalie close in tow. Looking confused, Bella turned and saw all the vampires quickly leaving the house. Carlisle and Esme were bringing all of the human guests into their home, while Billy asked Charlie to drive him home, saying that he was tired and that he couldn't find Seth anywhere. Sensing something was off, Bella left her husband's side, running over to her cousin. Wynter froze under Draco's touch. Once they noticed everyone leaving and the Cullens all forming a protective stance, he pulled her in closer against him; the way a boyfriend would protect a girlfriend if she were in danger.

"What's going on?" Wynter asked, pulling away from Draco, and running to everyone else.

In a flash, Edward had his hand on Bella's back. "Jacob is nearby. He has murder on his mind."

"Alice?" Bella turned to her.

Shaking her head, they could all see the guilty look she had. "I can't see the wolves. I'm sorry; I didn't know this would happen tonight."

"You mean you knew that Jacob would attack eventually though?" Wynter asked, glancing towards the forest.

"No, not Jacob," continuing to shake her head, Alice stood in front of Wynter, "Everything is off. I didn't see any of this. Tonight was supposed to just be the wedding. Draco was supposed to be here, and I saw you two dancing, but that was it. I didn't see any of this right now. I still can't see. I can't see past tonight."

"What…" turning towards the forest, Wynter's eyes grew wide at the sight in front of her. "Whoa."

With his wand already in his hand, Draco pulled Wynter behind him. "Potter, Weasley, get Granger, Morris, and Bella out of here. Apparate them to the farthest location you can right now."

"Oh bloody hell," ignoring the fact that everyone could see them, Hermione and Wynter both lifted their dresses up, flashing their knickers, and pulling out their wands. "We fought in a bloody war, Malfoy," they both rolled their eyes.

"Wait-" Edward shouted when he saw five wands pointed at the large wolf in front of them. "There's a reason the other wolves stayed away."

Hermione was stuck in her spot. One second she was staring at a wolf the color of her gown, that was as large as a jeep, and the next second, he's running away back into the forest. In another second though, the most beautiful boy she had ever seen was walking out from the very same forest. There were people behind him, but her eyes were only stuck on him. Dropping her wand hand, she started walking towards him. She felt hands touch her, but they were instantly removed. Dark tanned skin with shaggy raven colored hair. Eyes as brown as hers, and a tribal tattoo on his shoulder. He was wearing cut blue jeans, allowing her to see a deep v-line. All sorts of images ran through her mind when she saw the eight-pack his body had. The blurred images behind him stopped moving, and her hands touched him. His hands were warm on her face, and her body shuddered against him. Slowly rubbing his chest with her dainty hands, their smiles met.

"Jacob!"

She froze. She took a step back. Jacob! Her cousin called him Jacob. She took another step back. There was pain in his eyes as she stepped away from him. "Jacob Black?"

"Let them go," Edward grabbed onto Bella's hand, and shook his head. When his wife tilted her head at him, he chuckled, "He's imprinted, Bella. He's imprinted on Hermione."

"No way!"

"Hermione and the dog boy?"

"Poor Hermione!"

"Wicked!"

"You mean she's his soul mate?"

"Poor bloke doesn't realize what he just got stuck with."

"You-you're Jacob Black?" Hermione choked out, oblivious to her friend's reactions from behind her.

Nodding his head, Jacob looked down at the woman that made his whole life complete. "You look so familiar. Why do I know you?"

"I'm, I'm-"

But then it dawned on him, and he already knew. Her British accent. Wildly untamed curls. Maid of honor at Bella's wedding, "Hermione Granger," his teeth were showing as he grinned now. "I should've known. You grew up. Hermione."

"You did too, Jacob."

Pulling her back into his arms, Jacob no longer wanted to kill Edward. He could care less if Bella became a cold one or not. He found his mate. He was happy now, "May I have this dance?"

"I thought you didn't know the dog was going to show?" Rosalie turned to Alice.

"I didn't."

"Then why did you see Hermione in a dress the same color of Jacob's fur?" Jasper asked his wife. "The same way you made Wynter's gown the same color of Draco's eyes? And the way you sent him a tie that matches her gown? Hermione's gown is the color of Jacob's fur when he's in wolf mode."

Continuing to watch the scene in front of them, Alice shook her head, and frowned. "I didn't know anything about Jacob imprinting on Hermione. You guys know I can't see anything to do with the wolves. I saw Wynter dancing with Draco. That was the surprise that Rosalie and I wouldn't tell anyone; the one that I made Bella swear not to spoil. I knew that if Wynter knew about the vision, she would've prevented it. And I saw Hermione wearing that gown and the earrings. I didn't see anything else."

"You said that you saw a vision of the wolves attacking later," Wynter spoke up. Keeping a watchful gaze on the people on the opposite side of the yard, she stepped closer to Alice. "When do they attack, Alice?"

"I don't know," she shook her head again. "I can't see past tonight. Everything is blocked out from me. I know when I first saw the wedding, I saw nearly a month after, and for the first time, I saw a wolf. But that was it, just a wolf, walking towards me. But now… now everything is black. After tonight, nothing exists."

So what do you guys think? Why do you think nothing exists after this night? What about the Hermione/Jacob imprinting scene? Was it good, plain, to blah? And hmm… Draco(: the next chapter someone else comes into it(: thanks for all of you who've reviewed, favorited and alerted this story! I love you all so much (: