Author's Note: Sorry Sorry sorry! I know there isn't enough sorry(s) in the world for leaving this fic for soooo long but I got a horrible writer's block , then got distracted by my other fics :/ Well, this chapter isn't much but it does indicate that this story is back on track! \(^o^)/

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.You say there is nothing there? My point exactly!

Words in bold italics are minor flashbacks.

It was enchanting to meet you

I am moving boxes…hmmm. Not very adventurous for a werewolf to do on a first meeting with their imprint but I can live with it; because key word being: meeting with their imprint. Okay, let me begin from the start. I had made my way to the Wilkins in what I presumed would be the average time a normal person would take to reach their house from my place; I didn't want to appear as the obsessed creep after all. I may or may not have put on my better pants and a cleaner T-shirt and fixed my hair. May or may not have.

So, having been talked about as the 'young helpful lad', she had called me to move her stuff into the house as a suggestion from her aunt. Oh yes, she is their niece.

"Thanks for coming, Sam. My niece just arrived from London and has things to be moved into the house. Wendell and I are, dare I say it, old now" Monica Wilkins said with a short laugh "She insisted to do it herself but I had her call you up instead. You don't mind right, dear?"

This brings me back to now; like I said, not the most adventurous things to do and not the best conversation starters. What can I say? 'What you got in there?' to which she will probably reply 'clothes'? I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!

"So, Hermione..." I finally rolled out, tasting the sound of her names on my lips. "Will you be staying in Forks for long?" That seemed like a pretty reasonable question; neither bordering on personal nor too random as me asking what her favourite ice-cream was. Not that I didn't want to ask her that. I wanted to know everything about her, the things she adored, and the things she detested. Her interests. Her hobbies, her childhood, her favorites and in turn I wanted to tell her everything. But now this wasn't the time for it. All I could start off with was a general question and the most I could hope out of the end of the day was a friendship.

"Not really sure." She looked at me with those big, brown, soulful eyes and said, rather resignedly. My heart broke looking at her seem so sad. It was the first thing I notice about her, she was sad. Something bad had happened and I couldn't help but wonder whose head I would be severing for it.

"Sam, this is Hermione." Monica introduced me to a small brunette with a curly mass of hair on top of her head, contained in a messy bun. The picture was all too adorable and I found myself smiling unconsciously.

"Hermione, this is Sam"

"Hello, Sam. To be honest I was expecting someone younger." Hermione said with a wave, a small smile gracing her lips but her big brown soulful eyes was sad.

" …Well, nice to meet you..,"I managed to spit out, as I could feel myself being drawn to her eyes; I wanted to make her happy again. That was my only thought. "Hermione..." the name rolling off my tongue in a familiar manner.

"Oh. So you are on a vacation?" I asked curiously, "It must be still the middle of a school year. How old are you?" Okay, now I was just fishing. I wanted if I would appear as too lecherous if I suddenly found an interest in her. She looked about 18... But looks could be deceiving. I look about 5 years older than my age.

"Yes, I suppose, it is a vacation of sorts. No, but I recently graduated." She smiled wistfully but added "Isn't it rude to ask a lady her age?" she added mock indignantly, her British accent making her each syllabus distinct. She smiled to show she wasn't really serious.

"Oh, I thought that was for those ladies pretending to be in their twenties when they are way over thirties?" I mused out loud.

She gasped exaggeratingly. "How dare you!"

"Oh! But you don't look a day over 29, miss." I said, trying out a British accent for a change to which I was rewarded with a rich laugh. It was the best melody I had ever heard and I intended to make her laugh more often.

"I am nineteen by the way." She said with a huff but her smile told me otherwise. "And you Sam?" she asked, in her honey voice that I could listen to all day.

"Oh, I graduated a few years ago."I added. "I am 22 if you were wondering." And winked to which she blushed. I couldn't help but feel elated but this.

"You look older." She stated, gesticulating a figure in the air.

"I get that a lot." I really don't because in the rez almost everyone looks older than we really are.

"Oh." She made a small 'O' with her mouth.

"Okay, so that is last of these boxes, Hermione" I said, finally placing the last box on top of the bed. I dusted my hands together and patted down my jeans. "Well, since it seems you will be staying indefinitely; don't mind asking for anything...a guide perhaps?" I couldn't keep the need out of my voice. I think she notice too because she gave me an odd look. 'Great job idiot! Now she will think of you as the desperate hobo!' I mentally chastised myself.

She didn't say anything for a while, just chewed on her lower lips for a while before smiling at me. "Thank you for offering. It would be nice to see a new town with the local, I suppose..."

Feeling emboldened by this, I asked, unthinkingly. "We could start with the beach tomorrow?"

"Beach?" she questioned.

"Well, not like the ones you see in movies. It is not Hawaii or Miami, more like a small beach. A Little water, a little sand. Actually, quite a lot of water;it lies on the south side of the Quillayute River's outlet into the Pacific Ocean at the north edge of the Reservation." I shrugged in explanation.

"Oh" Her mouth again set in that 'O'. Great! Now she thinks I am a dork! If that wasn't enough I added. "You can sometimes see whales, mostly during the migratory season."

"So, beach, you and me tomorrow?" I asked quickly before she would run tails from me, and as I replayed my words, they sounded like I was begging for a date. But I repeatedly told myself, I will not rush her into this. Friendship is the boundary that I am pushing it to.

"Umm, I do not think tomorrow is possible." She must have seen my crestfallen expression, despite me guarding my expression because she added. "I think I might have jet lag and have to sleep it off. Day after, you can show me the beach?"

I beamed and mentally prepared the list of places to show her. Well, not many places to be honest. Maybe I could introduce her to the pack. Hope that doesn't freak her out; most of the kids are her age, maybe she will feel more at home? I must have dazed off because, someone was waving a hand in front of my face.

"Sam?" She asked worriedly. Great! Now I am also a zoning idiot.

"Sounds good, I will give you a call." I hurriedly said, "or you could give me a call. You know, when you are up for it?"

"Sure, I will ask Mum-aunt, I mean my aunt about it too." She said, that sad glint returning to her eyes. As a quick afterthought she added. "She seems to like you though."

"Yea...she calls me the son she never had..." I pulled on my collar to show my embarrassment, but the attention was flattering. "They really are a sweet couple. It is sad they don't have children. They would have made great parents." I added truthfully. It was true. They really were a warm pair but he could see Mrs. Wilkins get wistful every time she talked about children.

"Yeah, it is." Hermione said, and if I wasn't mistaken her voice wavered slightly. "Well, then thank you for the help. I will see you later."

"No problem. I guess I should be going." I said, despite my internal protests. I knew when I could overstay my welcome. "Bye Hermione." I don't think I could ever get over calling her by her name. "Tell Monica and Wendell I said, bye!"

"Bye" She waved back but she wasn't smiling anymore. And like she had thought the same thing, she flashed a small tight lipped smile.

And with that I turned around and made my way down the small cobbled pathway. I didn't even realise it but I had a big grin on my face as I walked off. Turning the corner, I glance back at the empty porch but knowing my imprint was here sends a surge of serenity over me.

All I know is I was enchanted to meet you.

End notes: BAH! I don't know how I feel about this chapter...but I will be updating sooner now (^ . ^)... And a question. Should she meet the pack or just Sammie Ole'boy on the beach? I am not sure when to bring in the good ole' pack! Hmmm...and I would like to thank Wikipedia for that added information on La Push beach.

Well, your suggestions and criticism are very much appreciated!

Until next time.

Have a next day,

Iberis Galloway :)