"You need to tell Hermione soon," Jared pressed as both Paul and himself patrolled the Reservation. "How are you going to explain to her that Rachel and Embry are happily together when only the other day the two bashed heads in the street when she tried to get with you?"

"I'll think of something," Paul promised uncertainly. He wasn't ready for Hermione to find out. Though the two had shared words of endearment and declared their love for each other, she had mentioned - plenty of times - that she loved making a decision for herself for once and he wasn't ready to take away the freedom that she thought she had over their relationship.

"You and I both know that she has some freedom and choice in the relationship," Jared commented, being able to clearly read the thoughts that were on Paul's mind. "She could easily hate you from the start and decide that friendship was the way to go."

"But she didn't," Paul countered, growling at a squirrel who dropped a nut on his back. "We saw each other, decided we wanted to date and boom, we haven't looked back. The dating was almost instantaneous, what with me trying to get close to my imprint and when she looks back to this, she'll see it as a choice that she had no control over."

"So you're delaying because you're a pussy?"

"I'm delaying because I love her and she's happy right now."

"But for how long?"

Hermione,

You need to tell Paul soon. Don't think that we're stupid and just forget about you when we have gatherings because you're in America now.

No. We don't.

Poppy spoke to us the other day, telling us of her worries and concerns regarding a Muggle-born witch who had requested Dreamless Sleep potion so that she could get rid of the nightmares.

Ginny spoke to us the other day too, telling us about how she thought you finally found the one and how your magic felt relaxed. We both know what that means. It also means you won't be able to hide it from him forever. He's only going to be more angry when you tell him months down the line when you have the chance to tell him now.

Don't blow the best thing to happen to you since the war. Disregarding Teddy of course.

Love Tonks and Remus x

"Where's Paul?" Jared asked, walking into Sam's house and grabbing a muffin from the table. "Shouldn't he be all smarted up by now?" The rest of the pack - minus Embry who was just taking over for him - were seated around the table and were all grinning. Sam pointed to the staircase and if Jared strained his ears he could hear - ah.

"Paul, would you stop fucking wriggling?" Hermione hissed and Jacob chuckled at his friend's expense. "It's just a tie, not a noose!"

"It fucking feels like it," Paul complained. "Why does it have to be pink?" Leah snorted into her cup.

"Because then it will match my god awful dress," Hermione replied and Seth shook his head at their dynamic. Edward had been telling him the other day - during a patrol that nobody knows about - that Hermione had looked beautiful in her dress and any reaction like this was an overreaction. "Who the hell likes pink anyway? Shut up." Though her tone of voice suggested that she didn't want him to shut up and that Paul was being smutty.

"When do I get to see you in this masterpiece of horror?"

"In an hour," she replied and they could all hear Paul's outraged groan.

"Why the hell am I getting dressed up now if I still have an hour at least?"

"Because we have to get there early so I can help Alice make sure everything is running fine. Then I have to make sure Bella isn't passed out and then I have to sit there and go through my own torture."

"Maybe we can skip this shindig and do something else," Paul suggested after a few moments of silence and the resounding slap that followed hinted to wandering hands that weren't wanted.

"The moment Bella leaves, we leave."

"And why is that, my dear Hermione? Maybe, by then, I'd have warmed up to some leeches."

"Because I don't know how long I can resist you in a suit."

"Are we weird for sitting here listening to their conversation as if it's a TV show?" Quil questioned, barely peeling his eyes away from the electrical device that was showing football - though it was at such a low volume that Jared hadn't even registered that it was on. "I mean, Paul knows we can hear because he can hear us back but does Hermione know? Would she say half the things if she knew?"

"You know that confrontation with my sister the other day?" Jacob asked, not answering Quil's question directly. "Hermione ensured that they were the right distance away for her to threaten and not get caught. She knows."

The sound of two people walking down the stairs halted any conversations they would've started and the Pack turned to watch a frazzled looking Hermione, dressed in sneakers, jeans and a large top that was clearly Paul, walk into the room.

"He told me to tell you lot not to laugh." She rolled her eyes clearly thinking that he was being stupid. "Anyway, introducing, Paul Lahote!" She stepped away and a glum looking Paul walked into the room. He stood there, arms sagged by his sides and his whole posture reeking of displeasure. The lusty eyes that Hermione was shooting in his direction made Jared think that his displeasure was being wasted on her - or she was just ignoring him. Most likely the latter.

"Damn Paul, why don't you ditch the chick and come spend time with me?" Jared suggested, eyebrows waggling and his whole persona changing to match that of a stereotypical gay guy. Paul flipped him the bird and turned to Hermione, a pleading puppy face being completely wasted.

"I'm not leaving the house," Paul promised, crossing his arms. Hermione didn't even look at him.

"I'm glad Paul wears the trousers in that relationship," Leah offered sarcastically as they heard Paul's car pull away - both werewolf and imprint inside.

Paul stood side by side with Charlie in an uncomfortable silence. Both of them were tugging on their collars, trying to make themselves more satisfied with the situation they were in where they had to wear a 'monkey suit'.

"You treating her okay?" Charlie asked and Paul flinched, remembering the last time they had this conversation. "She hasn't complained at all and you haven't put her in a weird coma like state that Edward put Bella in. She's happy. Happier than she's been in a while."

Paul smiled and opened his mouth to respond but his response was lost when his mind blanked, the image of the goddess walking down the stairs towards them having taken full control.

"Beautiful," he murmured and Charlie shot him an approving look.

Hermione carried on walking towards the duo and stopped when she was close, smiling tentatively at them. "You look wonderful, darling," Charlie offered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a side cuddle where he pecked her on the forehead before nodding at Paul and walking away.

"So… What do you think?" Paul shook his head and shrugged, his mouth still wide open. "Do I look ridiculous?" She immediately fussed with her dress and hair but he stopped her, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer so that he could wrap his arms around her waist.

"You're an angel," he mumbled, capturing her lips in a sensational and sweet kiss. "I'm going to be fighting the men off of you tonight." She giggled and buried her hands in his hair as she kissed him back.

"I think the dress is too… pink," she told him honestly and he laughed.

"I think you'd be moaning no matter what colour it is." Her answering blush told him all he needed to know.

The ceremony was fairly beautiful, Paul could admit that. His wolf senses were tingling though and he had to literally grit his teeth to resist the temptation of turning into a wolf where he would then be able to rip the surrounding leeches into shreds. It didn't help that his imprint was currently in the arms of one vampire.

"It'll be over soon," Seth reassured in his ear. Edward shot the wolves an apologetic look, knowing from being nosy, the situation with Hermione and Paul but Alice had shoved the two together for a dance so that they could get pictures and neither wanted to risk her wrath.

Paul relaxed only minutely when Hermione was back in arms because he still couldn't shake the feeling that the vampires' presence gave him. She seemed to sense his inner turmoil and didn't leave his side throughout the night.

Paul picked up on the commotion with Jacob and managed to persuade Hermione to sit with Billy and Charlie - neither stopped her when she complained of thirst and went up to get herself a drink. Maybe they would have if they'd known that she had a full drink on a table where he'd dumped it in a rush and that she wasn't leaving for a new one but to be nosy and follow him.

When she arrived, moving comforting arms around her cousin, he positioned himself in front of Jacob and connected eyes with the wolf who was barely keeping it together.

"Stop," he ordered though his order held no weight compared to an Alpha or Beta order. "You don't want to hurt Bella and you don't want to hurt Hermione either. I'd kill you if you did." His voice was low so his imprint couldn't hear. Jacob did relax, though very minutely.

"Jacob," Sam said, walking out from the trees. "Let's go." Jacob shot a look at the two girls and vampires over Paul's shoulder before allowing himself to be dragged away by Jared and Embry.

When Paul was sure that Jacob was contained, he turned to face his girlfriend with a glare on his face. "I thought I told you to stay with your Uncles." Though Billy wasn't blood, he couldn't deny the familial relationship when the pair insisted upon it.

"Last time I checked, you weren't my keeper," she snarked back and Bella tried to place a hand on Hermione's arm to calm her down but was shaken off and Edward quickly whisked his bride away. Emmett and Jasper - though Paul didn't actually know their names - took a step back but still remained to be sure everyone was safe.

"You're mine and I have to keep you safe. What if Jacob had shifted? Caught you in the crossfire. My wolf - I - wouldn't give a flying fuck regarding the circumstances to it and would attack him to death."

"Why? I'm not that special," she protested. "I'm just your girlfriend."

Now would be a good time to tell her that she was more than just a girlfriend to him. To tell her that his whole existence relied on her, he lived for her, he breathed for her. But then again, eyeing the vampires that stood behind her as if they were her own personal bodyguards, now wouldn't be a good time after all.

"Forget it," he mumbled, rubbing a hand over his tired face. "I just love you so much, and the thought of you being hurt would drive me to violence." It was enough for her and when she wrapped herself around him, peppering his face with kisses, he almost dragged her away from the wedding to relieve some stress.

"Not long till I can show you how much I love you," she whispered into his ear, her voice taking on a sultry tone that had his fingers gripping her hips tightly.

As promised, as soon as the car carrying Bella and Edward had vanished from their eyesight, Hermione said her goodbyes and dragged him to his car.

They pulled over to the side, safely off the road into a turn-in that led to nowhere and she lowered his seat, pushed it back away from the steering wheel before settling on his lap. It was fast, hard and oh so very passionate.

The sex at home, however, was sweet and sensational and mind blowing and he was so utterly fucked that he couldn't say anything afterwards except for her name.

Okay so I need to ask a favour. There is now a hefty time gap to fill between the end of this chapter and the return of Bella with her 'illness' - I have some ideas and essentials already plotted out but my imagination really isn't very romantic and this is the fluffiest story I've written before so if you guys could be so kind to suggest some dates/things you want to see then that would be awesome and I will try my very best to fit it in for you!