We made 300 followers! I didn't see it coming at all xD Because of that, i'm sharing a fluffy chapter that was meant to be in two chapter's time but hey-ho.

"When are you going to tell her?" Leah asked once they were walking back to their respective vehicles after one of Emily's delicious pack meals and gatherings. Hermione had been out with Charlie and Bella so she hadn't been able to join like all the other imprints.

"Tell her what?" Paul questioned, searching for his keys. "I'm pretty sure that she knows all my beastly secrets." He smirked at his wordplay and imagined Hermione's reaction - a guaranteed eye roll and arm punch.

"About the imprint you doofus," Leah grumbled. She hated the imprint more than anyone and he pitied her. The problem, for her, with being a female wolf wasn't due to the fact that the whole pack was male; it was the consequences that had bothered her and made her into the sour women that she was today. Being an anomaly, there was minimal, if any, chance of her imprinting and even then, her body may not be able to take the strain of a pregnancy. She was now lonely and infertile for the rest of her life.

"Soon," he answered with no promise of anything. The calculating gaze that she gave him informed him that she'd seen straight through him. "I've only just got her and from what Bella mentions sometimes, is that she's flighty. I don't want to risk scaring her away until i know that she's going to stay."

"Flighty?" Leah asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. "She's a nineteen year old girl who went to a private school in London - what has she got to be flighty about?" He shrugged, his mind having asked him the same question.

"When are you going to tell him?" Bella asked once they'd got back from their family meal out and were lounging on Hermione's bed. She was watching Hermione apply a salve to the horrid scar on her arm - something she'd been doing for the past three weeks - to see no change yet again.

"About my scars? Eh, i'll just keep a glamour on them."

"That wasn't what i meant but on that note, he's going to need to know about them at some point." Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes. "He will!" Bella protested, "he might grow old with you and then you'd live your whole life hiding both magic and your actual skin from him. How could you live a life of deceit like that?"

"My magic i can explain," Hermione stated slowly, thinking her words through. "My scars however, are a different story. Everyone told me about his temper and do we think he's going to be okay with finding out that somebody tortured me and carved a word into my arm whilst she laughed above me?" Bella blinked at her. "I'll tell him eventually."

"Would you stop?" Hermione asked, giggling as she pushed Paul's face away. He chuckled but carried on, grabbing her wrist in his large hand before pinning it to the grass beneath them and silencing her protests with a kiss. She smiled against his lips and he pecked her a few more times before raising his head and staring down at the beauty that was his imprint.

They'd been dating for about a month now, going out on dates three nights out of the week but she always managed to squeeze an extra one in during the day when she'd arrive at the edge of the forest with a picnic basket to greet him after a patrol. Today was the fourth 'surprise' lunch - it hadn't been much of a surprise because he'd smelt her from a mile away.

He was in love with her.

Of course his wolf had declared his soul and life her's but that didn't necessarily mean that he'd have had a relationship with her. If she wanted him to be her best friend whilst she got married to someone else, he'd have had to do that. If she never wanted to see him again, well, she wouldn't be able to see him but he'd never leave her alone. Now that his feelings had developed, his wolf was absolutely smitten with her and he was quickly becoming annoying to the other members of the pack.

At first, he'd been tentative to spending so much time with her; sure his wolf was ecstatic and his soul was complete but Jacob had struck a nerve - what if he hurt her? Sam had accidentally hurt his own imprint and now he had to live with the guilt, what was to stop him from doing the same? She hadn't really given a damn about the danger, telling him to, "fucking grow up and stop acting like a fucking pussy." He took personal offence to being called a pussy when he was only caring about her safety but she'd made it better by giving him a kiss, or two or three.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Hermione asked, looking up at Paul from her position on the grass. He'd been staring at her for a couple of minutes, a soft smile on his face and a happy sparkle in his eyes. She was filled with immense proudness that she was the reason he looked like that. He could have any female that he wanted and yet, he chose her. It was amazing. It felt magical and if she hadn't been so sure that miracles could exist, she'd have been intensely sceptical about the whole thing.

She was in love with him.

She'd only figured it out today when she saw him walking out of the woods, ruffling his hair with one hand and holding his top in the other before seeing her and waving, his whole face lighting up. Her heart had melted and she almost sighed - almost.

Her magic had felt different when she used it since she had started dating him, more powerful, more strength being packed into the spells. He was good for her. With her magic acquiesced and her brain telling her that everything was good, it didn't take long for her heart to fall off the bridge of emotion to plummet straight into the pit of love.

"I could ask you the same question," he spoke, shaking her from her thoughts and she realised that she had been thinking pretty hard about her feelings for him. "You went somewhere. Where did you go?"

"The black hole of emotion," she answered, not revealing her true feelings because now was not the time. "You make me feel… alive." He grinned and peppered kisses up her neck, smirking when she maneuvered herself so that he had better access to the delicate skin. "Have you cast a spell on me or drugged me with a love potion?" She asked him and he chuckled, nipping her pulse point and soothing it with his tongue as she moaned below him.

"I could ask the same about you." His mouth had moved up and he was now tugging on her earlobe gently with his teeth. She tried not to moan too loud. "You appear out of nowhere, walk into my life and take control of my heart." He pressed his lips hardly against hers to prevent the overflow of emotion from leaking, preventing himself from spilling his undying and spiritual love that he held for her.

He was acting like a fucking puppy and he fucking hated it.

He fucking loved it too.

I'm experiencing difficulty with this story - majorly - because I know what I want, have looked at all my notes, but I can't get it out how I want. The month that happened between last chapter and this (date wise) will be seen just scattered throughout the upcoming chapters but only because we're going to lose their fluffiness and progress with the other components of this story.