Hey everyone sorry for the very, VERY long break between chapters! Honestly I could not really decide on how I wanted this chapter to go and even more I could not decide on where to end the chapter. I hope you all like where this story is still going! ALSO NOTE! I was re-reading some past chapters of mine and I totally got Hermione's scar on the wrong arm. Remember? The muddblood was written on her left arm, I said on her right arm. So please ignore where I said it was and pretend I said the correct arm! Also when I mention it, which I will be talking about it in the future, I will get it right! Please read and I always love reviews! I read this chapter many times but there will always be a few spelling mistakes and stuff like that, so sorry about that! But please enjoy!
*Jacob's Point of View*
Hour 1: I would give anything to punch the living daylights out of Mr. Perfect. Oh my name is Edward Cullen, and I am the most perfect boyfriend ever and I'm technically not even alive blah, blah, blah. Technically until I beat what little life he has, stick him in a six foot deep hole, and laugh the entire time. I had to suppress a chuckle rumbling in my chest; the mental image of me throwing dirt on top of Mr. Eddy while he cries is too priceless.
My glory moment didn't last too long, as my daydream faded away and I found myself slumping back into my chair trying to look as if I have been paying attention to the conversation taking place before me. I have been forced to sit here in the Cullen's perfect kitchen while my imprint, MY IMPRINT, is upstairs screaming in pain. It doesn't help that Sam and Carlisle have been going on and on for god knows how long, talking about the unusual amount of vampires appearing in Forks and apparently this required me as well. I have a hard enough time sitting during something stupid like class or one of Sam's lectures, but this is pure torture. To make my blood boil even more Edward and Bella are sitting in the living room and Edward's thoughts will not shut the hell up. All he keeps thinking about is Bella and how she feels bad for Hermione and wants to help; and now he wants to go upstairs and help so that Bella would feel better. I swear on my mother's grave if Edward even thinks about moving towards the stairs that leads to my imprint I will kill him. I know he can hear my thoughts so hopefully that will be enough to keep his ass where it is.
Hour 2: I have managed punch two holes in a wall, crushed four glasses, ripped off one of my last clean shirts that I just put on when I got to the Cullen's house, and break one chair. I am pissed. I want to see her, I have to see her; knowing that she is so close and in so much pain is breaking my heart in half. I cannot stand to hear her cries, the screams of pain. The sound is stabbing my mind and heart to the point where I briefly imagined that I was feeling her pain as well. I finally calmed down to some degree; mainly because after I punch the second hole in the wall Sam took me outside for a little chat. Actually Sam dragged me outside and with a hard slam to the side of the house he gave me a reality check. Basically he does get how I am feeling; he has an imprint as well so it's natural for us to go a little crazy when our imprints are in pain or if we feel the need to protect them. But Sam made it clear that I wasn't helping anyone by punching things and I needed to take it down a couple levels; as much as I hate to admit it, he is right. I am acting like a spoil kid wanting something he can't have; so it is time to grow up and be a man. I have to be strong for her. Sam promised that the second Carlisle says it is alright I can go see Hermione. So I will have to sit here and wait. Two things I am not very good at doing.
Hour 3: I think my brain is turned off right now or it is in hibernation mode? Physically I am present in the room, but everything Sam and Carlisle is saying is going in one ear and out the other. I couldn't focus on anything and every thought that passed through my mind only intensified the need for me to run up those stairs to my imprint. So what do you do when you stop paying attention? Stare at the Cullen's, maybe been used once, stove; which looks more like a grey blab with a black hole. Or a part of a spaceship? Something weird like that, it's amazing what things can look like when you are not really looking at them clearly. I have never been able to zone out my mind as well as I have right now. I blurred out Edwards voice, the distance echoes of the pack, and even more so the now silent cries of my imprint. My mind slowly started to ignite again as I strained to hear anything coming from upstairs. Should I be relieved that I can't hear anything or mortified? I will just have to sit and wait, but just as I was fading back into my hibernation state my body instantly jump started back to life as Rosalie entered the kitchen, followed by Alice and Esme. Someone must have released a grenade right by my head because I cannot hear anything. I spent all this time trying to ignore everything and now I am so frozen in fear, worry, adrenaline, and happiness that it feels like someone is pushing my head underwater; the sounds are all muffled. Thankfully I finally reached the water's surface and everything is coming in loud and clear. Rosalie walked over to Carlisle followed by Alice and Esme. She is smiling, is that a good thing? They are talking so casually, is that alright? Carlisle is smiling, is that good? That must be a good thing.
"Did you hear that Jacob? Miss. Granger is resting and will be as good as new with due time and lots of rest. You can go see her now." Carlisle said with a warm smile. I am so happy I could hug every person in this room; vampire, human, and wolf alike. I couldn't contain the grin going from ear to ear, but I remembered what Sam had said so I have to play it cool. Calm down. Just calm the hell down; she is ok. I can go see her. Make sure to say thank you at some point. As calmly as possible I gave a slight nod and finally made my way to my imprint. At first I didn't realize Rosalie was following me and I honestly don't care, all I want is to see Hermione; but I did notice Rosalie as she blocked me as I reached the top of the landing.
"Jacob, I have to warn you she is out cold right now. We have seen her in worse condition, but if you start to turn or lose control at any time I will remove you from the room. She is beyond the point of exhaustion and she needs to rest, so do not do anything to disturb her; alright?" Rosalie and I are face to face and I realized this is literally the most time I have ever spent with her. It is because of Hermione we have actually had to be around each other, and in that time I have learned that what Rosalie says is what goes.
"Got it." I said with a nod, and with that Rosalie allowed me into the dimmed room.
It took only seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and it took even less time for me to find her. She is lost in sea of blankets and pillows, her left leg propped up with a big white cast wrapped from her foot all the way up to above her knee. Her steady breathing filled the room as well as her sent. Rosalie left for a split second only to return with two chairs. One for me, which I placed right next to the head of the bed, and Rosalie set hers on the other side.
Hour 5: Here we are, once again; sitting next to a strange girl with extraordinary powers, hunted by monsters that lurk in the darkness and want her dead. Every once in a while Rosalie would check her temperature, her breathing; and each time Rosalie's expression dimmed more and more; until finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"What's wrong?" I whispered, trying to conceal any panic in my voice. I might not be a doctor but I have been listening to Hermione's breathing this entire time as well and nothing seemed too changed, if anything it might have slowed down a little; maybe I am overthinking it.
"She is still really cold. Even after the hot bath it doesn't seem like her internal body temperature has returned to normal, and I have extra blankets over her. Maybe I should get an electric blanket or a hot water pouch?" Rosalie said looking at me for any other suggestions; my dad has an old hot water pouch, but it is really old and kindof gross. The electric blanket sounds like a good idea until I noticed Rosalie is giving me this look, and she kind of looks like she is arguing with herself.
"Or we can use you." Rosalie said in one of the most serious tones I have ever heard, it sounded more like a command than a question. It took me a second to figure out what she was talking about until it all clicked. My body temperature is extremely high, I am better than any blanket or hot water pouch; even Edward had to use my heat to warm Bella when we had our little campout in the tent during the war against the new blood suckers. But just from Rosalie's tone alone I can tell that she is serious and that this is only because we have too. So I have to be careful to not piss her off or she will kick me out for good. Slowly I got up and scanned the bed. What side should I get in on? The side with the broken leg or the side without? I think the side without the broken leg, but that means I will be right next to Rosalie, her eyes are stabbing me with each move I make. Quietly I made my way over to the other side of the bed and just as I started to climb in Rosalie shot up.
"Wait, wait, wait; you need a shirt first." With that Rosalie disappeared and instantly returned with a clean white t-shirt. I forgot that in a moment of pure rage I tore it off; the neck was driving me crazy and it fueled my anger to the point where I felt the need to be like the Incredible Hulk. My new shirt stunk of vampire, but if this is what I needed to do to help Hermione than I will wear anything; even Edwards stupid boxers. The shirt is a little snug but it will due. I turned to Rosalie who seemed to be standing really close to me, making the entire thing more and more awkward.
"Should I just lay on top of the blankets?" I said to Rosalie. This became a very crucial decision as she took it into serious consideration. After much deliberation the end result turned into me laying on top of the blankets as close to Hermione as possible without disturbing her. I slowly climbed onto the bed and inched myself over toward her; her sent filling my nose making me feel drunk. After like five minutes of adjusting my position I settled on in for the long haul. I hope that my heat will reach her through the blankets, but after ten minutes of me laying here Hermione started to snuggle herself closer to me and her breathing picked back up to a normal speed.
I have never wanted to be anywhere as much as I wanted to be right here, right now. I just wanted to lay here; I wanted to stay with her and forget everything. I know it is cheesy but ever since I was a kid I dreamed of owning my own auto shop, having a beautiful house sheltered by woods, and growing old with someone special. Hermione is that someone special, I just know it. Hopefully someday she will feel the same way about me. Rosalie finally settled back down in her chair and I found myself staring at the ceiling. I started to count Hermione's breathing, but every time she stirred or hummed in her sleep I instantly lost count. I dared to steal a look; so as slowly as I could I turned so I can see her face. Her sunglasses are still on; still hiding her secrets, her fears, and her past. I know I can never defeat all her demons, but at least from this point on she will never have to fight those demons alone. I know Rosalie can sense every move I make but she can get over it, just this one time. I slid my hand beneath the covers and found her tiny hand. Maybe it is the slight high I am on or just my imagination, but it feels like she is holding my hand as well. Rosalie's eyes are burning into my face so I returned my gaze to the ceiling, but I will never let go of her hand.
Hour 9:
"OH MY GOD! ACCIO WAND!....CONFRIN….. OH MERLIN! MR. BLACK..."
Again I found myself staring up at the ceiling, but this time it is from the floor. Hermione is wide awake, that's good. Unfortunately for me she had a slight memory slip or something, and didn't realize who I was and I think I almost got zapped by a spell. Rosalie did nothing to help, instead she is standing off to the side with a giant smirk on her face; most likely enjoying my payback for getting too comfortable with a unconscious Hermione. Hermione is somehow standing on top of the bed, wand in hand, rambling; and looking absolutely mortified.
"Oh my lord I am so sorry. I, I forgot where I was. Merlin I cannot believe I almost set you on fire!" Hermione said grabbing hold of the sides of her head. Wait a minute did she say fire?
"Wait did you say set on fire?" I asked more to Rosalie who looked like she was about to pee her pants.
"Almost, set on fire. Almost; oh Merlin." Hermione said turning away trying to find a way off the bed. Rosalie finally regained her composure and suddenly appeared over by Hermione, attempted to get her to lay back down. I took the opportunity to get up off the floor and found Rosalie's chair, I couldn't stand it anymore I sat down and put my head in my hands.
"Mr. Black are you alright? Did I cast a spell? Are you feeling alright?" Hermione said trying to get past Rosalie with only one good leg and the other engulfed in a cast. But I am too far gone and I couldn't hold it in anymore; I busted out laughing. I have never laughed as hard as I am right now. I am laughing so hard tears are pouring out of my eyes. She is too damn cute. Her hair is frizzy and sticking out in all directions, her track suit is way too big for her, and she looks absolutely dumbfounded. These are the moments that make everything worth it, hex me, curse me; as long as it is her I don't care. It only took a moment for everyone to be infected by my laughter and soon we were all laughing, even Rosalie.
After we all calmed down I caught Hermione whispering something in Rosalie's ear. I didn't catch exactly what Hermione said; but apparently it did not involve me because Rosalie came right over and ordered me to go downstairs and do something, anything. I didn't question it, and I hate to admit it but I am starving right now. So I took my leave and as I left Hermione is still apologizing to me. I only made it half way down the stairs when I heard Rosalie coming out of the room and in my preferable vision I could see Rosalie carrying Hermione into what looks like the bathroom. If Rosalie catches me seeing this transaction she will defiantly kick me out for good; so I quickly continued down to the kitchen. What is it with girls and having to use the bathroom? We all have to go to the bathroom so who cares? I guess this is something that I will never understand but I will pretend like I get it.
No one seemed to be in the house; most of the Cullen's are either out hunting or doing patrols with the pack. But Esme felt the need to go all out and buy an entire grocery store worth of food. I have seen Emily stock up on food but it is nothing in comparison to what Esme got. There is everything and anything from fruit to vegetables, to cookies, meat, canned stuff, and even ramen soup. I guess because the Cullen's house has temporally become headquarters Esme took the opportunity to cook everything her heart desired. For someone who only eats animal blood, Esme is an awesome cook. There fridge is filled with all different types of dishes. I pulled out a pasta dish and found a fork; it is so good that before I knew it I ate the entire bowl. I didn't want to be a rude house guest, even if it is just the Cullen's, so I made my way over to the sink and started to clean up my mess. Just as I was finishing up Rosalie entered the kitchen and plopped down on one of the stools at the counter.
"How is she?" I asked as I dried off the dish and fork. Rosalie signed as she played with her hair. "She felled back to sleep. But I think by tomorrow she will be more awake and most likely really hungry." We both fell silent, strangers in this giant clean kitchen.
"Why don't you go home for the night and get some sleep. Maybe take a shower or something. I would think you would want to be wide awake and ready for when Hermione wakes up tomorrow." Rosalie somehow managed to say that in the most sincere command I have ever heard. I did not want to leave Hermione here alone because it seems like every time I leave her something happens. But she won't be alone, Rosalie can look after her and Rosalie is one of the very few people I really trust to be with Hermione. I do want to be ready to go for tomorrow; so once again I must leave her, but not for long.
I decided to walk home; I didn't feel like changing into a wolf even though I would get home ten times faster. But changing will open the floodgates for everyone's thoughts to come rushing in. I just didn't want to deal with all that. So instead I walked and thought about Hermione; the way her hair looks, her smell, how when she's upset or annoyed she rubs the bridge of her nose or her temples. Everything about her just amazes me and the whole witch thing is just; wow. A match made in heaven right? Before I knew it started to climb up our old porch stairs where my dad is sitting off to the side looking out into the woods.
"So I take it you had a long day at the Cullen's. Do you have a minute to tell your old man about your new young lady friend?" My dad said giving me a side smile. I couldn't hide the grin anymore and joined him in the rocking chair next to him.
"Where do I start? Well you know her name, Hermione Granger. She is from England or London? One of those places. I can just tell that's she smart, and funny, and beautiful, and…"
"And a witch." My dad added in.
"And a witch. But maybe that makes it easier, you know? I mean I'm no normal teen either. But the pack knows that I don't want her to know about imprinting. I know that technically I already love her but I want to do this right. I want to date her; I want to learn everything about her first. I don't want her to think that the only reason I like her is because of this whole imprinting thing. I want her to know that I love her because I knew her as a friend, then maybe as something more. Hopefully she will love me back. I just hate the idea that I like her because of the whole imprint thing; but honestly I think that if I was to meet her when I wasn't a wolf, like how I used to be, I would love her just as much as I do now. Does any of this make since?" My dad knows me better than anyone; I just hope he gets what the hell I am trying to say.
"I understand. This is the one curse of imprinting. In the bigger scheme of things your two fates are tired together; every person's life is tied to that one special person. But sometimes soul mates never get the chance to meet. The only difference with imprinting is you get to know who your soul mate is when you meet them; you just know. Some people go their entire lives never knowing if they are with the ones they are meant to be with. But some people do not believe in soul mates. I think when the time is right this young lady will understand, because you are doing it right. Take it slow; no need to rush anything. It will all work out." My dad seriously is the wisest man I will most likely ever know. I am very lucky to have him as a father.
We sat there for a while longer, watching the sun set over the trees until finally I decided to go take a well needed shower while dad wheeled himself into the living room. The hot water feels good as it washed away the remains of the last day's events. I put some clean clothes on and flopped onto my little bed. Within seconds I felled fast asleep with dreams filled with a certain sunglass wearing witch.
The morning went by in a blur. Wake up, get dressed, eat something. I can't tell you what color my shirt is, or what food I plowed in; all that matters is that I'm on my way to see Hermione. I decided to drive to the Cullen's which could have been a big mistake because I didn't pay any attention to the speed limit; good thing there were no cops out. Rain started to consume my windshield as I raced down the highway. Rain again, how typical for this area. Maybe when all this is over and Hermione's job is finished I can take her somewhere warm, like maybe Hawaii or Jamaica. Somehow I have a feeling that Hermione needs a vacation more than anyone. I became so lost in a daydream that I almost drove right past the hidden entrance to the Cullen's house. I weaved through the dirt road and pulled up to the house coming to a somewhat abrupt skid. I just want to see her; if I could I would park my car right at the front steps. I quickly jumped out of the car and bolted to the door, I do want to look somewhat presentable for when I see Hermione and not like a wet dog. So with long strides I took the stairs two by two and stopped dead in my tracks when I reached her room. The door is open, the bed is made, and Hermione is not there. Not again, this cannot be happening again. Just before my heart completely failed Rosalie appeared at the door and lightly tapped my shoulder.
"You looking for someone? She's outside with Esme making something." Rosalie said as she started to walk down the stairs. I was too in shock and relief to grasp exactly what Rosalie just said; all I got was Hermione outside. So, dumbfound, I followed Rosalie downstairs to the back of their house where we stood in a room with windows that go from floor to ceiling. Outside in the pouring rain I could make out two figures, one holding an umbrella and the other wobbling on crutches, wand in hand. The pair walked a few feet then stopped while Hermione waved her wand. This pattern repeated as they made their way round the entire house.
"Hermione said it didn't matter whether she stayed here or not; she wanted a barrier around the house. I guess this is how you make a barrier thing?" Rosalie said; our eyes still fixated on the performance occurring in the rain.
"Ya, when I helped her move to her new campsite she did that there too, it's amazing." It is difficult to answer Rosalie because I can't really hold a conversation right now; I am too entranced by Hermione. Even under the umbrella, wearing sunglasses in the pouring rain, and a big white cast engulfing her one leg; she is still breathtaking. I seriously can stand here forever watching her, but at the same time I really wanted to run outside and hold her as the rain danced around us.
"While they are outside doing that Carlisle wants to have a word with everyone in the living room." Rosalie said as she motioned for me to follow. I reluctantly obeyed and followed Rosalie to the living room where everyone was already present. All the Cullen's, plus Bella; and even Sam, Leah, and Seth. It has been a long time since we all have sat in one room together, working to accomplish one goal. Rosalie walked over and sat near Emmitt while I found an empty seat next to Seth; the only other seat that is left open is a space next to Carlisle on the couch with an empty ottoman; apparently that seat is reserved for Hermione.
"Good morning everyone. It looks like once again we have been gathered here to work together. Before Esme and Miss. Granger join us I wanted to make sure we are all on the same page. Some of you have most likely noticed that there have been a massive rise in the number of vampires in this area and Sam and I believe that the growth is connected to the mission Miss. Granger is here on. If we are to gain control over the situation we all need to work together, including Miss. Granger. So this meeting is to gather as much information as we can as well as convince Miss. Granger that working with us is the best option. Alright?" Carlisle said as he scanned the room, his eyes locking with mine. We all perked up as Esme and Hermione entered the room. Esme glided over to the couch while Hermione hobbled behind her. It took Hermione about five minutes just to make it over to her seat, once she got there Esme helped her sit down and propped her leg up on the ottoman. Hermione released a deep sign as she sat back into the pillows.
"Sorry to make you all wait for me. I cannot seem to get a hang of these things." She eyed the crutches resting next to her, probably wishing that her gaze can set them on fire.
"That's alright, now that we are all here let's get started. Like I said earlier we are dealing with a growing number of vampires and some of these vampires have magical abilities. Miss. Granger I understand that you are here on a mission and that you wish to accomplish this mission on your own but after the recent events I think it is clear that maybe working with us isn't that bad of an option." Carlisle said turning in his seat so he was looking directly at Hermione. Hermione straighten posture and crossed her arms. Everything about her body language screamed hell no. She did not make eye contact with Carlisle, actually I couldn't tell where she is looking because of her sunglasses.
"Miss. Granger please understand that if you are to work with us we will not think any less of you and your abilities; and I can honestly say that no one in this room will ever think of you as weak if you were to team up with us. Plus seeming that we all have secrets that cannot be shared you can trust us with yours. But due to your current situation I think this might be your only option." Carlisle looked around the room for support. Hermione refused to respond, she's actually sitting oddly still.
"There is also one other thing that did happen that might help our case, something that happened after you defeated the wizard vampire here. When we found you in your campsite…"
"I am sorry to interrupt you Dr. Cullen but your name is Edward Cullen correct? If you do not stop trying to pry into my mind I promise you I will pry back. Take this as a warning; you do NOT want me to start poking around in your mind." Hermione said trying to get up off the couch. I whipped around and shot Edward a death glare and mentally told him to shut the hell up or I will beat the crap out of him. If only I was close enough to give that Eddy a nice smack in the back of that perfect head of his. Edward quickly adverted his eyes, smart move.
"Sorry, I did not mean to be rude and I understand how you all would like to help. I honestly cannot thank you enough for all the help and kindness you have given me, but this is my battle. I started this fight and I must be the one to end it. You have seen the damage they can cause; you all are not equipped to handle a wizard battle and I can guarantee you that lives will be lost. This is my responsibility; if life is to be lost it will be my life." Hermione is now standing and totally abandoning the crutches besides her. She attempted to make a break for it, cursing the white cast that is slowing her down.
"Hermione wait a second! Give Carlisle a chance to finish his story. Please. Just let him finish what he started to tell you. Just sit down…Please?" Once again I managed to silence an entire room as well as walk a good distance so I am literally dead smack in the middle of everyone. But I was not about to let her get away again. Not this time. She wobbled on her one good leg as she massaged her right temple; after most likely the longest minute ever she sighed and hopped back to the couch and sat back down.
"Thank you Miss. Granger. Alright, after you defeated the vampire wizard here we followed you back to your campsite. You were behind your barrier and we were unable to reach you to give you medical attention until this other wizard appeared." This clearly caught her attention for her head snapped right around, looking Carlisle straight in the eye.
"This wizard was able to break your barrier and he wanted us to tell you that he said that you are allowed to trust us; and tell us anything you may think we may need to know. He also added, in his note, that you are a tough young lady and he hinted that you do not accept help easily; but to still try to help you. Here is the note he left us to give to you. He disappeared right after and no one has seen him since."Carlisle pulled the note out of his pocket and carefully handed it to Hermione. She scanned the paper, her forehead wrinkled in concentration. She traced the ink with her figure tips then flipped the page over; scanning now the back side. She did this a few times until she suddenly tossed the paper onto the ottoman. Struggling to stand up, she had her wand out and pointed at the paper so fast we were all caught off guard.
"Nobody move, this paper might be cursed. I am going to perform an anti-curse charm. If this note has been tampered with it will catch on fire, if not then we have bigger issues to deal with." Hermione said as she hopped closer to the ottoman. She touched her wand to the edge of the paper and with five lite taps a white mist poured over the paper; as quickly as the white mist appeared it evaporated into thin air. Hermione, who must have been holding her breathe, let out a sigh of relief; which was an indication to the rest of us that we can breathe as well. She sat back down on the edge of the couch, resting her face in her hands which still held her wand.
"This must be a mistake? Or a sick joke? This cannot be right." Hermione said more to herself than to any of us.
"What is it wrong? A old man appeared and gave us the note; he saved you. Do you not know him or something?" Leah said, looking somewhat annoyed at the situation.
"No, I know him; I knew him very well. He was the headmaster at the wizard school I attended. He was one of the greatest wizards the wizarding world had ever known, I have known him for almost six years; and I know that he has been dead for….How long has it been three years now? But I was there when he died and I was there at his funeral." Hermione's eyes are fixated on the note, but wait did she say dead? He is dead and has been dead for some time. This is getting weird.
The entire room went silent; if Hermione keeps rubbing her nose eventually the skin will become raw. Everyone's eyes were on her and I am about to burst if someone doesn't break this horrible silence.
"If there is one thing I knew about Albus Dumbledore is to never question signs. Clearly this is a sign of some sort so no choice but to go along with it." Hermione said looking up from the note, eyes scanning the room.
"This is it. There is no other option; so we will be working together to resolve this issue. But I want to make this perfectly clear, this will not be easy. Some of the Death Eaters have been turned into vampires but some may still be human. Are you all prepared to take human lives? Also to make sure we are all on the same page the top priority is to protect the people of the area and to remain unnoticed. Do you all agree?" Hermione said to the room; everyone nodded in agreement.
"Then it is settled. We will work together and hopefully all this will be over sooner than later. I sent out a request for more supplies so they should be arriving any day now. Also… Thank you everyone for wanting to help me." A light blush crept across her cheeks but quickly vanished as her eyes locked on the window; looking for something out in the far off distance.
"Alright, until then we will all start preparing as well. We have started up our old patrols again so the town will not be left unguarded as well as the reservation. I suggest you, Miss. Granger, should take this time to rest until you get your supplies." Carlisle said, trying to look Hermione in the eye. But her focus remained glued to the window.
"Well then, I should start to make my way back to my campsite. I created a barrier around your home so if any wizards come near I will know. Also there is a simple protection charm on the house incase a fight may break out." Hermione stated as she started to rise again from her seat making another attempt to leave.
"Miss. Granger, I personally would feel much better if you stayed here with us during this time, or at least until your supplies come in. As long as you feel comfortable staying in a house filled with vampires." Carlisle is standing as well and I know exactly what he is doing. All vampires have a way of persuading people into doing what they want them to do. Call it a hunting mechanism or whatever; but there is something about vampires that makes people take that one second to pause, one moment to relax just enough for the vampire to go in for the kill. Carlisle is working his charm to his favor to get Hermione to give in to his request, sly but if it gets her to stay somewhere safe then I approve. It also helps that Jasper is most likely working his abilities by calming her senses and nerves.
"Come on Hermione it will be fun! We can have girl nights, order pizza, and watch movies. It will be nice to have other people around. PPLLLEEEAASEEEEE stay!" Alice whipped out the most intense puppy dog face I have ever seen. Alice has pissed me off in the past but even I would give in if she pulled that look on me. All the Cullen's looked like harmless kittens wanting to be cuddled and everything hanged on Hermione's answer. Hermione who clearly is feeling the pressure of everyone's gazes started swaying on her better leg, I can see the gears whirling around in her mind looking for any excuse to get out of this.
"Well, I guess if it alright with everyone else. I don't want to intrude or make it hard for you all having me around." Hermione said looking sincerely concerned about the feelings of the occupants of the house.
"We don't mind, so yes you are staying with us! We are going to have so much fun! What should we do first? Make-overs? You really need a new wardrobe. Whatever, it doesn't matter; I need to go shopping!" Alice made it official and before we all knew it she was out the door with Jasper on her heels. Hermione slouched, using the crutches to support her weight, and started to rub her nose again.
Slowly everyone started to disperse; this is my chance to talk to her, but before I could make my way over Carlisle started talking to her again. I slowed down so I would not look too eager or make it awkward; it also gave me a second to recompose myself. I could only imagine the look pure frustration that must be plastered on my face; Carlisle keeps beating me to the punch.
"Oh Jacob, perfect timing. Can you assist Miss. Granger to her campsite so that she can gather her belongs." Carlisle said as he patted me on the shoulder, giving me that sly grin. I take back every bad thing I have ever said about him. Right now he is the man.
"Sure, I have my car with me so we can drive. You ready to go?" I said trying to not look too thrilled that I get to be around her. Hermione released her nose and looked out through the window once again.
"Oh I am sorry Mr. Black do you mind? It's pouring outside." Hermione asked looking up at me through her silver sunglasses. The world stopped. Behind those sunglasses I know she is looking at me and only me. My heart is racing to the point where it might explode making my voice fail. Quickly I cleared my throat; she just keeps taking my breath away.
"No problem at all. Shall we?" I said as I stepped aside to allow Hermione to go first. She semi curtsy and awkwardly we made it to the front door. It would be easier to just pick her up and run her to the car, however before I could do anything Esme appeared right behind us with an umbrella with a quick tip in my ear. I popped open the umbrella and held the door for her. So, one step at a time, Hermione hopped to my car with me right at her side holding the umbrella. I was ready for any slips, trips, or if she needed to take a break or speed up; I was ready to catch her no matter what. Once we reached the car I opened the door for her as she slid into the front seat. I quickly ran around and jumped in the driver's side and we were off.
At first we drove in silence as I weaved down the wet roads. It didn't take me long to realize that she is shivering uncontrollably.
"Are you cold? I'll turn the heat up for ya." She is definitely freezing. She hugged her crutches as she started to rub her hands together.
"It's alright I will be fine thank you." Hermione said giving me a small smile. I almost drove right off the road when I saw her smiling at me; but lucky I only swerved a little. Suddenly I remembered that I have an old hoodie of mine on the backseat. A dark blue Forks High school sweatshirt with the school logo in gold; it is from the one and only time I had ever gone to a football game there. I reached back and grabbed it, handing it too her.
"The key to living here in Washington is wearing lots of layers." I said, giving her my trademark smile. She looked first at me, them the sweater, then me again; until she finally accepted my peace offering. I pulled off to the side of the road where there is a path that leads somewhat close to Hermione's campsite. She hasn't put the sweater on yet and it is still pouring rain outside.
"Well it's still raining. You ready to go?" I asked looking through my side mirror to make sure there were no cars coming.
"Yes thank you." Just from the tone of her voice I can tell that something is bothering her. I want to make her happy; I want to cheer her up somehow. I need to figure out something because who knows when she might just disappear again. No matter what I need to stay positive; so with a new burst of energy and a big smile I jumped out of the car, popping open the umbrella. As I walked around to the side of the car I noticed movement inside. When I opened the door Hermione had just finished putting her sunglasses back on. She has my sweater on and seeing her wearing my cloths turned me on in a way I have never felt before. I want to explore every inch of her that is hidden underneath the thick fabric. I want to feel her soft skin, touch every curve. I need to get a grip. Hit the brakes, focus; this is no time to get hot and heavy. I held out my hand and gracefully she slipped hers into mine. Together we made our way down the hidden path and sooner than I anticipated we had to abandon the umbrella altogether due to the path dwindling in size.
Now the rain is coming down harder than ever, soaking the both of us; but I didn't dare speak. The cause of my silence is from looking at her wobbling form walking alongside me. For the first time since I have met this incredible young woman I can see the physical and mental weight of the world pushing down on her small delicate shoulders. From the moment I met Hermione I have seen her face the impossible; radiating confidence, poise, wisdom, and strength beyond her years. But this is the first time I have ever seen her look weak; look as if a leaf was to fall and land on her fragile frame it would be enough of a force to break her down and shatter her very existence. Her once strong demeanor is fading, showing the broken girl trapped inside. I have found that Hermione Granger is very good at wearing a mask, but the mask is now cracked.
It hit me like a semi-truck plowing into my heart, and I almost stopped dead in my tracks. Most of the people in my life are pretty damn strong. My dad is my rock, everyone in the pack are all capable of taking care of themselves, and I have always seen Bella as a normal girl; a human. But when Hermione Granger came crashing into my life with her magic and mysteries, she just seemed to be on a completely different level than any of us. It felt like she was untouchable, her inner flame incapable of ever being diminished. That image of her is now blown completely apart, exposing the truth behind this mystical girl. The truth is; she is human. She is a living, breathing person that feels the same things that any person would feel. Happiness, sorrow, anger, anguish, suffering, fear, and love. She can laugh, cry, eat, sleep, breath, and bleed. She is a person, a young girl; and she can break. To an outsider, someone that only looked with a glance Hermione Granger would appear to be a normal girl. However when I look at her right now I can see through the disguise that is her projected strength and defense, and see the cracks running deep within.
I know there is much more to her life. Right now I am only seeing the tip of the iceberg, the first little crack in the frozen ice. There are still miles and miles of mystery hidden beneath the depths of the frigid waters. The question is; what is under the forbidden surface? What are the secrets and truths that she is so desperately trying to drown? Whatever happened in her past must still be haunting her; something is still a constant reminder of her forbidden history. I know she has scars, but there must be something more; something that's even deeper.
I need to find out what happened to her, I have to help her somehow. I do not know how she has gone on for so long with this enormous weight. How can one girl keep on walking when literally the world and more is pushing her into the very ground she is trying so hard to stand on?
I have to make sure she doesn't break, and that I don't break her.
I didn't realize I have come to a complete stop until I heard my name almost like a whisper. It was her. Hermione gained some distance on me but she had stopped, turning around looking for me. The path is very narrow now making it so we cannot walk side by side anymore; so I let her take the lead. At some point during our walk she put the hood up on my sweatshirt hiding most of her face, but I can still see her. I am using my full will power to not run to her, cup her face, and kiss her. A small smile played across her lips; a silent hint that she is ready for a change of mood. It is my job to cheer her up and right now she needs me more than ever.
I jogged up to her and before she could protest I swung her up into my arms, making sure to support her cast engulfed leg as I carried her in my arms. At first she was as stiff as a board and her face took on a whole new shade of red. But once I started walking she slowly relaxed, allowing me to hold her while she buried her face into my chest. We still have at least ten more minute's worth of walking until we reach the campsite. I wonder how slow I can walk so I can draw out the blissfulness of holding her without her noticing.
"I remember you saying that your body temperature is much higher compared to the normal person; is that a wolf trait or is that a special Mr. Black trait?" I jumped at hearing her voice, I thought she had fallen asleep for a second.
"Nope, that is an awesome wolf trait." I chuckled as we continued down the path. Hermione, who is apparently wide awake, began an onslaught of questions. Questions about my first transformation, the inner pack mind communication, how I handled my new change of body and instincts; everything. Everything and anything that popped into her head I answer or at least attempted to answer since some of them I didn't even know the answer too. Thankfully the topic of imprinting did not pop up, I can only pray that doesn't surface until I can figure out how to deal with the whole issue. But before I knew it I had walked through her barrier and her entire campsite came into full view. I made no attempt to set her back down and she made no indication that she is ready to be released.
"I guess it's time to pack up again." Hermione breathed, surveying the area around us.
"We don't have to pack up everything; just the main things you need. That way you still have a place to escape too. A place that's yours." I tried to find her face under the hood, she didn't say anything but something defiantly caught her attention. Suddenly she was wiggling and slipping out of my grasp. I reluctantly released her; quickly trying to help steady her as she tried to take off without her crutches. She hopped over and disappeared inside the tent, and I noticed a snow white owl perched on top of one of the large wooden poles that held the fabric of her home together.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! NO, NO, NO! THIS CANNOT BE RIGHT! THIS IS NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR! I SPECIFICALLY REQUESTED SPECIFIC ITEMS AND THEY SENT ME THIS? UUGGHHHHHHHH! Merlin I am getting too old for this. These people are truly incompetent and they call themselves professionals? I am going to have a word with the heads about this matter the second I return to England. Really? Do they think this is funny? I need a drink! Something, otherwise I might go there right now and give them a piece of my mind…" I was a little afraid to approach the tent after witnessing Hermione's very loud rant. Actually I am more afraid for the life of the person who apparently screwed up so badly. Whoever it is better start running now because the black aurora seeping out from the tent opening is enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck rise; and I have seen some scary things in my day.
It doesn't look like Hermione is going to come out from her little tent any time soon, so cautiously I decided to enter the danger zone. From the outside the tent looks small, just big enough to fit a small cot for one person. So naturally I was a little shocked when I looked inside and the space is about the same size as my living room and kitchen put together. I quickly jumped back and examined the outside again. The width is barely the length of both my arms outstretch. So I popped my head inside again and somehow the tent is bigger? How can the tent look so small on the outside but be so big on the inside? I measured the inside and the outside of the tent a few times; it just does not make any sense.
"Mr. Black I have to say I am so glad you are here right now. You are just the right distraction." Hermione is sitting on a cot off to the side of the massive tent; the room consists of the cot, a small desk with a chair, a little dresser, and even a table placed directly in the center of the area with a lit lamp. Also on the table are a large arrangement of bottles and bags, each varying in size and color. But the tent, however, is not as tall as I thought it was; I had to be careful as I made my way over to the desk. I plopped down on the chair facing Hermione, even though I could not see her eyes I can tell that she is focused on the contents that are covering her small table. We both sat in silence as my soaking wet clothes dripped little water droplets onto the floor, which by the way the floor is a giant rug.
"I requested a set of healing potions and a few extra ingredients, and instead all I got was a massive pile of ingredients and no completed potions. I mean I guess it is not a complete waste. I do have all the necessary tools to brew my own potions, but it's the matter of time. Each one of the potions I requested can take up to a week to brew and I do not have all day to sit and stir potions together." Her eyes did not leave the table and I do not blame her for being upset. It's like driving a sports car and all of a sudden a hose gets a crack, and until its fix you're stuck with a slow piece of junk. Hermione has been on the go and independent; nothing holding her back from doing what she needs to do and moving on. Now she's stuck with a broken leg and on a tight schedule. One step forward and now three backwards.
Silence weighed heavy in the room; if I could I would cook every potion Hermione needed. But that is one hell of a pipe dream. If I can't do it myself might as well see if I can be of any help. I scooted the chair closer to the table and carefully looked over each bottle. Everything seems to be in some foreign language and the stuff inside the bottles looks even weirder. Hermione laid back on her cot releasing a long sigh; I must resist the urge to go join her on that little cot, thank god I have something to focus on. I gently picked up a little green bottle with a golden color label and started to loosen the cork. Naturally as I popped open the small bottle I leaned in to take a whiff, it smells really familiar but I can't seem to put a name to it.
"Grass, it smells like freshly cut grass doesn't it?" I almost dropped the bottle when I heard her voice. Somehow she has that effect on me; she can be in the same room as me and surprise me every time. She is lying on her bed with her broken leg propped up on a pillow. Her clothes seem extremely dry but she still has on my sweatshirt as well as her trade mark sunglasses.
"Why do you have stuff that smells like grass?" I have to be careful to not to look at her too much, it is getting harder and harder to control myself and just close the distance between us. So I retuned my attention to the bottle in my hand and took another sniff of contents; I can't believe that this little bottle of green stuff can smell as if I am laying face first in morning dew covered grass.
"It's the main ingredient for a particularly complex but effective spell that has never been conjured before. The key to making it work properly is it requires one thing or item that makes the user, well basically happy. The stronger the attachment to the user the stronger the effect." Not only am I fascinated by her wisdom but also how she can so delicately intertwine the strings of the hood on my sweater between her small fingers. Between her story, voice, and movement I just became memorized. Is this the effect of imprinting or just the overall effect Hermione Granger has over people?
"Oh Mr. Black I forgot your clothes are soaking wet! Here I'll dry them off for you." I don't know where she pulled her wand out from but with a small flick of her wrist my clothes became instantly dry.
"Thank you! So what have you decided to do? I think you can pull it off and if I can be of any help I am ready to go! I am a master of stirring things; or I can get you coffee, tea, snacks, and I have been told that I give the best foot massages." I did a quick demonstration on my own foot to prove my point and the smile that spread across Hermione's face sent shivers down my spine.
"Really? Who has had the privilege of getting their feet rubbed by you?" She inquired with a chuckle, eyeing me behind her sunglasses.
"My Grandma! As a matter of fact! She says I do a wonderful job." I think I sound a little too excited that my grandma thinks my foot rubs are good, and even worse that I admitted it out loud. Thankfully Hermione didn't really answer or couldn't for she is laughing uncontrollably, finally she calmed down and her gaze returned to the table.
"A positive attitude must be met with positive results. It's getting pretty late so I will not start anything today. But tomorrow I will start brewing first thing in the morning. So let's see what I should bring back to the house." It was like she had a new burst of energy, and I can tell that she is determined to do this and do it right.
She quickly, or as quickly as she could, gathered things here and there. I waited patiently for her to be finished; I do not want to interrupt her. I could only imagine the mental check list she must be going through in her mind. Before I knew it she had everything packed and ready to go, and when I said packed I mean everything she needed was tucked away inside her magical bag. The rain continued to come down in thick sheets and it actually seems to be raining worse than when we first arrived. We both huddled at the opening of her little tent scanning the scene before us. The wind has picked up as well and overall it is a pretty nasty storm raging outside.
"What do you think we should do?" At first I didn't know if Hermione was asking me the question or more asking herself. I figure Hermione's tent could withstand anything but she is in no condition to be spending the night in a tent through a storm. She might think I didn't noticed but I can tell that she has been shivering the since the moment we left the Cullen's house, and she is still shaking as we speak. I need to get her back to the house where she can properly warm up and rest.
"Well best chance is to make a run for the car. Is that ok?" Her hood shielded her face making it hard to read her expression. She rocked on her crutches, clearly debating which is the better option for this situation.
"If it makes you feel better rain does not affect me and I can run through anything. Plus you are very easy to carry. I do not mind and to be honest it is probably the easiest thing we can do. Also everyone is expecting us to return sometime soon and we don't want to make them worry." Best way to get someone to agree is to lay on the guilt trip. I know if I let her have it her way, she would stay in her campsite alone freezing and send me packing. I waited a second as her rocking increased in speed, why is this such a hard choice for her?
"I am sorry Mr. Black; are you sure it's alright….?" I didn't let her finish her sentence. I scooped her up in my arms giving her just enough time to move her crutches and took off as fast as I could while carrying her as gently as possible.
To the everyday person the trail would seem impossible to even walk on with a storm like this, but for me it is a piece of cake. With long strides and careful footing I made it back to the car in record time. I didn't bother setting her down outside, but instead I managed to open the passenger door and slid her side my dry car. In a matter of seconds I raced around and jumped into the driver side and slammed the door closed. Hermione had already magically dried herself off by the time I got in, and before I could even say a word she waved her wand and I was dried off too.
"Thanks! That's pretty handy; never a need for an umbrella or a dryer machine." I turned the car on and cranked the heat up full blast. As much as she tried to conceal it Hermione's shivering has progressed so much that her whole body is noticeable shaking now.
"Thank you Mr. Black." She said through chattering; I need to get her back otherwise Rosalie will kill me.
We drove in silence for quite some time, I know what I need to do, but when the girl of your dreams is sitting right next to you all courage goes right out the window along with any common sense. Secretly, on the side, Rosalie has been coaching me and building up my confidence for when the perfect opportunity appeared. This is my chance! I have her alone, I can do this! It's a simple question; right? But what if she says no? No. I can't think like that. Just ask her, ASK HER!
"Hey Hermione! Want to watch a movie tonight? With me?"
To Be Continued… Please stay tuned for the upcoming fun!