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"You're my imprint!" Paul shouted at her back and she stopped immediately, her eyes wide and her face blank. Imprint? What the fuck was an imprint? "You're my imprint," he repeated quieter. "Mine."

She turned around slowly, her eyes immediately shooting to Paul's face. He was starting to look devastated and the way his hand kept tugging on his hair, she could tell he was frustrated but it seemed he was aiming that frustration at himself. Her eyes skipped over his foot - that wasn't tapping - before landing on Jacob who nodded subtly when he saw her looking at him.

So Paul was now telling the truth.

"I'm an imprint?" she asked, her voice making it a question. Paul nodded choppily and she took a step forward in his direction. She needed to comfort him, he looked so… dejected. Hang on, she was pissed off at him a second ago! No, she did not need to comfort him. "What's an imprint?"

"You're my other half," Paul offered, raising his arms in a sort of shrug before slapping his hands against his thigh.

"Like love at first sight?" She took another step forward.

"No, not exactly. It's more than that. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding me here anymore, you do. I become whatever you need me to be, whether it be a protector, lover or a friend. My life is yours."

Her breath caught in her throat at the raw emotion he was portraying on his face.

"So… you're like a slave to me?"

"Yes," he answered before changing it quickly to, "No," when her face soured. "I'm yours. If you don't want me anymore then I'll just follow you anyway, making sure you're safe and happy. You don't really get a say in if I'm in your life other than how I'm in your life." He took a step forward.

"Out of all the women in the world, why me?" She stepped forward.

He shrugged. "I don't know. Why not you? You're everything I could ever want wrapped in one amazing, beautiful, perfect person."

"So you didn't choose me?" He shook his head as answer and was about to tell her that it was an involuntary action but a soft sob escaped her and he closed the gap between them, cradling her face in his hands.

"My wolf chose you, my soul. My heart just chose to fall head over heels in love with you. If I had the chance to choose anyone, it would've been you. Does it really matter if I didn't get first say?"

Her eyes were fighting the tears as she stared up at him.

"I love you Hermione."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. It started ferocious and passionate, both of them trying to convey their feelings and all the emotion that they were having to deal with, before it slowed and softened, becoming a kiss that was so sweet and filled with love that it made her toes curl.

"I love you too."

The two were laying in his bed, their bodies entwined and each of them touching each other to reassure themselves that they were there together.

"I love this," he murmured in her hair, nuzzling the curls so that his face was practically covered. She worried at how he was managing to breathe. "No more secrets, I love it."

Her stomach dropped and she thought she was going to be sick.

No secrets, right. She was going to have to work on that. Soon.

"What are we doing out here Paul?" Hermione asked, her hand clasped firmly in his own as he practically dragged her along the street. "I thought we were going to be spending the day at your place. In your bed," she suggested, her voice taking on a tone that made him groan.

"We are here, because as much as I love having sex with you and as much as I know you adore it, there are other things in this world that I know you enjoy."

She eyed him curiously and only dragged her eyes away from him - and his rear end - when they stopped outside of a shop.

A bookshop.

She gasped, eyes wide and her hand coming to cover her mouth as she looked through the windows. The thought of going in there was incredible! The knowledge that that small shop contained was enough to give her shivers and to keep her mind busy for days.

"Are you going to go in or are we going to stand here and look at it all day?"

Hermione turned to Paul, her grin nearly taking over her whole face. "Do you even know what you've done?"

"Taken you to a bookshop so that you can research imprinting? Yeah, i'm pretty sure I know." He started walking towards the shop, tugging on her hand gently. "I was going to take you to a library but I figured that was such a high school move and we're adults so this is the step up." She chuckled at him and followed him into the store, the smell of the books making her feel amazing. "Well, off you pop!"

She laughed at him before beginning to slowly scour the aisles.

Where are you? - Jared

On date with Mione, talk later? - Paul

Ooh, what're you doing? Sure - Jared

We're at a bookshop - Paul

Jared looked up from his phone and exchanged a look with Jacob who was peeking over his shoulder. "Well," Jacob started. "I find it slightly horrifying that he's happy sitting there when I didn't even know he could read."

The two boys chuckled.

"Tell me more about the imprint," Hermione said when the two of them were sat on a bench, munching on sandwiches.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything!" she demanded, grinning at him with a grin that only grew in size when he grinned back at her.

"So the moment you looked at me that was it?" Hermione asked, both feet on the bench as she faced him, her arms wrapped around her knees which were being used as a chin rest. "Like, an instantaneous bond?" He nodded and she sighed. "That's really kind of romantic."

"You would've seriously killed Jacob?" she asked in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.

"If he'd hurt you in any physical way then definitely. It's my right. We all know that." She looked like she was struggling to swallow that fact and so he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side. "Let's look at it this way; you are mine and I am yours. If some random chick came over to me and scratched up my face, are you going to sit there and kiss my wounds better and let her get away with it or are you going to get revenge somehow?"

The spark of anger in her eyes at the mere thought was his answer.

"The only difference for us wolves, is that we actually would kill."

"Does he know yet?" Charlie asked that night at dinner. Hermione took a deep breath and shook her head, her gut filling with guilt immediately. "When are you going to tell him?"

"Soon?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"I don't know," she answered truthfully, laughing sadly at herself.

"Hey, look who it is! The wicked witch of Forks," Emmett teased, ruffling her curls as she walked into the Cullen's home. "How you doing?" She laughed at him and shoved him away from her, walking more into the house that she'd become familiar with. Esme looked up from her book and smiled when she saw her, raising from her seat and giving her a hug.

"Hermione, we weren't expecting you," she commented, smiling despite her unexpected visit.

"I did," Alice exclaimed, gracefully running down the stairs as if she was a fairy. "I'm not sure how we can help you with that though," she said doubtfully, tilting her head to the side as if she was trying to shake a thought free.

"Help with what?" Emmett asked, his brow furrowing with worry. "Bella will kill us if something happens to her on our watch."

"It's nothing bad," Hermione reassured them, smiling stiffly. "I'm just struggling with how to tell the other half of my soul that i'm a witch."

"So you finally know about the imprint then?" Hermione nodded and wandered over to the nearest chair, dropping into it heavily.

"He's happy now, ya'know? Like this huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He even acts different. He'll randomly reach out for my hand or pull me into his arms or kiss me and he doesn't have to lie about the reasoning. Before he'd say that it was because he just loved me but now it's because the wolf is feeling some longing for me or he's worried or he just needs reassurance that i'm fine."

"And now he's happier, you're not?" Esme asked, sitting on the arm of Hermione's seat, placing a hand on her shoulder. Hermione shrugged. "He needs to know and i'm sure you've been told this by everyone but he deserves the truth."

"I know that but I don't want him to look at me in disgust."

"He couldn't do that," Esme replied immediately. "He's yours and your his. He has no choice but to love you."

"He won't be disgusted with you when he finds out," Alice commented, staring out the window. Hermione sagged with relief before frowning.

"I thought you couldn't see anything to do with the wolves."

"I can't. You come to us afterwards and tell us that he's okay with it." Hermione nodded.

"So you have no clue how I tell him?" Alice shook her head and Hermione sighed. "Great."

"Hermione! Where are you?" Paul asked, his tone worried. "I went to Charlie's but you weren't there and he said he hadn't seen you."

"Paul, calm down. I'm with the Cullens." She heard his breathing escalate and she realised that that probably wasn't the best thing to say to a worried wolf who held a natural hatred for them. "I'm fine. They fed yesterday."

"That doesn't make me feel better 'Mione," he said through gritted teeth. "Get to the treaty line and I'll pick you up."

"I can drop you off," Emmett offered. Paul grumbled something about leeches and Emmett grinned, opening his mouth to say something but a glare from Hermione and a stroke of her wand, had him refraining.

"I'll meet you in a few minutes, okay?" Paul barely managed a goodbye before hanging up and Hermione knew that it was because he thought she couldn't protect herself against them. Yet another reason for her to tell him about her magic.

"Come on Glinda, let's get going."

"Where is he?" Hermione asked, puffing out a breath in annoyance. "He's the one who hates me being with you lot and yet he's late." Emmett laughed at her before pointing over her shoulder into the woods.

"It seems he wasn't so calm after all," the large vampire murmured, waving at her before turning back to his car when a silver wolf walked out of the woods. She felt herself relax in his presence and grinned when he nuzzled against her.

"I'm not walking back," she told him, glaring at the long road that it looked like she was going to be taking. "You better call Jared to come pick us up or something because i'm not walking back to yours." He chuckled in his wolf form which made a delightful sound that she would've told him was cute if it wasn't for the fact he'd growl at her.

He lowered his body till his head was at her waist and she stared at him. "What are you trying to tell me?" He nudged her again, positioning himself closer to her. "You want me to get on?" He nodded, nudging her again and she tentatively climbed onto his back, settling herself down in his fur which was a lot softer than she'd ever thought it would be.

She could fall asleep like this.

"Woah," Jared exclaimed, his nose scrunching up in disgust. "Someone smells fucking horrendous." The rest of the Pack took a tentative sniff, trying to smell what he could and their sense were overwhelmed with the remnants of leech mixed with wolf.

All eyes landed on Hermione.

"Hey!" she shouted. "Fuck you guys!" Paul laughed, pulling her into his side and nuzzling her neck.

"You smell fine to me," he mumbled to her and she snorted.

"Yeah? That's because you're only smelling the area where you've scent marked me. I'm going to smell to you guys until I have a shower or we have sex so you can scent mark me everywhere."

Jared looked at the couple with wide eyes at how blunt she was at what they did. None of the other imprints ever spoke about that sort of thing. He turned to face Kim with hopeful eyes.

"Don't fucking think about it," she told him without even looking in his direction.

"What are you doing this weekend?" Paul asked as he dropped her off at Charlie's the next morning. He'd successfully 'scent marked' her everywhere and was looking at the hickeys on her neck which were more of a physical claim on her.

"Nothing," she said around a yawn. His ego fluffed up a bit, feeling proud that he'd kept her awake half the night. "What have you got planned?"

"Camping?" he suggested. "You. Me. A tent. Nature. And no disturbances for two whole days."

A look of horror flashed across her face before she could pull on her blank mask and Paul vowed to think about that later. He was missing something, yet again.

"Sure, it sounds like fun."

The bookstore date and Hermione riding on Paul's back were both reviewer suggestions so thank you. They would've been more in detail but I feel I couldn't have done that very well what with Hermione becoming deliriously in love with all the new reading material available to her and Paul being unable to speak. I also wanted to skip lightly over a couple of days so we made it to the event that is happening next chapter.

ALSO, I need help deciding what pairing to write a drabble series on. They're all HP characters and i'm not asking you to read it, i'm just asking you to pick one name out of ten so I can write xD I don't mind if you don't but i'd really appreciate it if you did :) See you soon!