I've had a few reviews about this and I have to clear it up now – this is not a triad relationship between Jacob, Paul and Hermione. Not this one anyway. I have one in the plans.

"Remus, whatcha doing?" Tonks asked, walking into their mini library with Teddy on her hip. "I doubt you'll be able to read that many books in the next hour," she warned with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"It's for 'Mione. She asked Harry for me to pass her on a bunch of vampire books. Apparently something strange is going on in Forks and instead of ignoring and acting as if she's a normal muggle she's-"

"Going to be acting like the Hermione we know and love and get to the bottom of it," Tonks finished, grinning. Teddy, hearing his Godmother's name, grinned and turned his hair to match her curls. "That kid draws danger to her as much as Harry does."

"Makes me think that she's the danger magnet and because Harry had the price on his head, they just passed it on to him." Tonks snorted.

"A plausible theory."

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"Harry, our old pal," George called when he noticed his brother's friend settling down in front of the fireplace with a stack of books. "Sending a present to our dear Hermione?" Harry nodded, staring with disbelief at the books in front of him. "Why?"

"Because Hermione asked and when Hermione asks, you either do it or run." The two shared a smirk and George let out a little chuckle. "She's got a funny feeling about the place she's staying in and wanted some research material."

"Time to call the cavalry in?" The twin asked, sitting up and his face devoid of amusement.

"Not yet."

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"What are you doing?" Bella asked later that evening, watching her cousin scribble furiously onto a notepad whilst she flitted through three different books at once, a stack of four or five resting dangerously on the bed next to her.

"Studying," was the mumbled reply and she rolled her eyes. Was this how Hermione was during exams because if so then Bella felt a wave of pity for those who considered the curly haired witch their friend. Bella stood there for another ten minutes, waiting for… something, but there wasn't anything to receive and with a weak wave of her hand, she left the bookworm to her own devices.

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Quileute also known as the Quillayute are Native American people in western Washington State in the United States.

Quileutes are believed to have descended from wolves and their myths and legends proclaim that the two sided mythical character known as Dokibatt and K'wa'iti was responsible for creating the first ever person of the Quileute tribe by transforming a wolf.

Hermione took a deep breath as she looked over her first set of notes from one of the muggle books that she'd received via Harry and Remus that afternoon. The idea of researching had been appealing but the discovery of a topic she'd never come across before? That was too good to be true. She shook a few stray curls out of her face and turned to the rest of her notes from the more mythical books that had been sent over. She only picked out a few lines, that seemed to fit a puzzle in her head though she still didn't have all the pieces.

Magic in the tribe's blood from the beginning.

Powerful wolf transformations.

Scare away enemies and protect tribe.

Creatures that looked like a man, but were hard as stone and cold as ice.

Part of it was something that she was already aware of – vampires. But it was the legend of wolves that had her intrigued - something that she shouldn't be sceptical of but was regardless. Magic was definitely part of her life, hard to deny it when her wand was tucked behind her hair and her moving pictures were littering her desk. She was a muggle-born however and her life before magic was pushing at her, pleading with her to discard it all and act like it was a myth as she was made to believe.

She turned to her final set of notes – the ones from the magical books.

Magically born shapeshifters are different from animagus and come in different forms.

Wolves are most common, often mistaken for werewolves.

Ability to change at will.

Vampires are sworn enemy.

Human form is stronger and faster to match the wolf. Healing occurs quicker than an average human, temperature runs higher.

Wolves can communicate when in form.

Her breath caught in her throat and everything seemed to click. Conversations with Charlie, him telling her how Jacob seemed to suddenly grow over night, his workout being an immense one. Jacob was hotter now and he didn't wear a top when he first returned and arrived at the beach. She had been wrapped in a coat. Come to think of it, Quil and Embry were only wearing a t-shirt and cut-off jeans next to her.

How had Embry managed to contact Jake? Via wolf, her mind supplied and it made sense, especially since Billy couldn't get hold of him and yet his friends could. Would also explain why Jake holds such a loathing for Edward.

Her best friend was a wolf! Oh Merlin. She took a shaky breath and ran a hand through her hair, groaning when it got stuck in knots. This much thinking was enough for now; she was giving herself a headache.

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She woke up later than normal, managing to not see Charlie off to work. To say Bella was surprised was an understatement but she hid her shock well. "Morning," Hermione greeted around a yawn. Bella's breath caught when she saw the scars that marred her cousin's body – the glamour was normally in place by now – but she replied with an amused "Hello," when she caught sight of Hermione's hair.

"How did you find out about Edward?" Hermione asked, bringing Bella out of her thoughts along with the scraping of the chair against the floor. Bella looked over and smiled softly when she saw her smaller relative being soothed by the steam of the coffee in her hands.

"Books; myths and legends along with my own curiosity mainly. Why? Is there something you're looking for?" Bella's stomach curled with anxiety. Hermione already knew about vampires, why would she be asking about – oh God.

"You know!" Hermione's shout echoed around the kitchen. "I can't believe this," she muttered, twisting the cup around in her hands with obvious frustration. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Not my secret," she defended immediately. "Pretty much the same reason I haven't told him you're a witch and was in a battle where you could've died." Her words did the trick and the fight immediately left the witch in question. "Talk to him about it. He won't lie if you confront him." The phone rang before Hermione could reply and since she was nearer, she answered the phone.

"Swan residence," she sang down the phone and a mixture of a grimace and a smile appeared on her face. "Hey Jake! What can I do for ya?" Bella leant back in her chair, sipping at her own caffeinated drink that was composed of mainly sugar, and listened to the one sided conversation. "A bonfire, tonight?" Bella nodded quickly, almost spilling her drink and shocking Hermione. "Oh, erm, sure, yeah I can come. See you this evening."

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Everyone she presumed was in the pack was settled on logs around the bonfire, drinks either in their hands or by their feet as they sat and talked, laughing happily. Hermione was sweating and nervous as she walked towards the group. Billy was sat there talking to a woman who she'd been told was Sue Clearwater and next to an older man who she could clearly tell was related to Quil – either a father or a grandfather.

Jacob was waving at her and almost immediately, everyone's attention was on her which made her walk to them all even more awkward and nerve-wracking. When she got closer, they made a small space between Jacob and Paul for her to sit. Billy greeted her warmly before ensuring everyone was quiet and beginning to talk.

"It is rumoured, that we have always had magic in our blood." Billy looked around the group before carrying on. "We had great spirit warriors in our past. Strong and brave, but they couldn't defend themselves against every enemy that they would come across. One day, they came across an enemy unmatchable. They were fast and strong, but cold and had skin hard as marble." Hermione was entranced – though she was aware of what she was being told. "With no way to defeat or defend the tribe against these creatures, and the great magic in their blood took form. They turned into powerful wolves and tore the creature to shreds.

"The creature wasn't alone though, and he had a mate. She was mad and angry and she tore her way through the village. Men, women and children were killed by her anger including the Chief's eldest son. With the combination of his anger and the magic in his blood, he transformed into his wolf form and battled her but his third wife, saw that he was losing and made the ultimate sacrifice. She stabbed herself, effectively causing the distraction the Chief needed. She gave her life and she is still remembered."

The night wore on, food and drinks were shared along with more legends and Hermione found herself relaxing. This was their way of telling her about their past and history. "Hermione?" Her thoughts disappeared like butterflies and she turned to see Paul smiling tentatively at her. Her breath caught in her throat at how attractive he looked in the firelight but quickly quelled those thoughts – she was starting to sound like Lavender. "Care to go for a walk with me?"

"Sure," she agreed, grabbing on to his hand and pulling her up. They headed off away from the group in silence – an awkward silence. She could see him fiddling with his hands out the corner of her eye and noticed that he was trying to say something so she let him gain the courage instead of embarrassing him by pointing it out.

"I'd like to get to know you," he managed to get out a few minutes later. She slowed to a stop and looked at him. He seemed to gain confidence from that simple act. "The things that Jake have said about you and what I've noticed are the only things I know about you and I want to know more." She nodded and settled herself onto a log.

"Alright, what do you want to know?" The list of questions he had found himself wandering about her seemed to vanish when given the opportunity to ask. The sound of Jacob's barking laugh served to remind him that this wasn't the setting he'd imagined it at either.

"Not here," he told her, shaking his head. "Let me take you on a date." She mulled over his words and turned to look back at the group of people he considered family.

"On one condition."

"Name it."

"I want to see you." He blinked at her in confusion before stretching out his arms as if to help her see. She chuckled. "Not you, the other you." His eyes widened and he looked around for some help. "Please." Who was he kidding? He couldn't deny her anything. He stepped back and took a deep breath before transforming before her. Her beautiful smile was totally worth it.

Yay, finally some Pione action. Date is next chapter. See you soon.