A/N: New chapter people! Tell me what you think! Please? I want honest contructive criticism! I'm not having a good feeling about my vocabulary... It's not diverse enough is it? Should I have the Dictionnary as my bedtime book as of now? I'm seriously considering it... :o

Disclaimer: You know who owns the brainless one and the brilliant one, no need for me to tell you.

When Ron, Hermione and Harry arrived home in the early afternoon, they found the house empty. After a quick panic attack from Harry, Hermione calmed him by reading the note his girlfriend had left. As soon as the last word left her mouth, an abrupt knock was heard on the front door. Harry jumped out of his seat and strode to the door, Hermione following him with a frown, disconcerted Sensing something was wrong.

"What happened?" Harry demanded, once the door was open.

The sight that met him had him unbelievably worried. On his threshold stood two vampires and a drained and scared looking Ginny. The two boys shrugged.

"We were talking when all of a sudden she started feeling faint, so we brought her home," the muscular one said. "I'm Emmett by the way."

Harry ignored him and gathered Ginny in his arms when she stumbled forward. He tucked her bright hair behind her ears and cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Are you alright? Tell me what happened, love," he soothed.

Her eyes were troubled as she opened up her mind willingly to her boyfriend. He frowned when he saw how much force Edward had put into trying to enter her mind, his relentless attacks and the energy Ginny lost as she tried to defend her mind. Harry glared at the bronze haired vampire, blaming him for the terrifying memories it brought back to the young girl. Finally she pulled her mind away and focused her eyes on his.

"It reminded me of Him," she whispered, in a voice that trembled at the end.

"Thank you for bringing her back. You can go now," he dismissed coldly, pulling Ginny closer.

Edward was stuck to the spot, his face covered in shock as he looked from Harry to Ginny and back again. Emmett elbowed his brother and nodded his head towards their car.

"He said we could go. Come on, bro," he said, bringing Edward out of his frozen state.

As they walked away Edward leaned in closer to his brother. "Did you feel it?"

"Feel what?" Emmet asked, opening the passenger car door.

"Their minds. It was the most exhilirating feeling I've ever experienced and I wasn't even experiencing it first hand," he paused, thinking of the right words to use. "It felt like their minds were flowing into the other's, as if there were no more barriers between the two. For a brief moment their minds were one."

Emmett's brow furrowed, looking at Edward. "That doesn't sound possible."

"And yet they managed."

"I think the beach would do you some good." Hermione announced, striding into the kitchen where they were all sat around the table.

"I'm going to kill that blasted bloodsucker!" Ron yelled, once Ginny finished recounting the event.

"RON!" Hermione exclaimed in horror, turning to stare at him. "I know that what he did was wrong but that is a very derogative word!"

"But Hermione, he deserves it." Ron said, like an angry little child.

"No Ron, no matter how bad a person is. Bloodsuckers is generalising to all vampires. It's like calling me a mudblood."

"That's different." Ron argued weakly.

"Not in the least," she shook her head stubbornly. "Now what do you say to going to the beach? It's a beautiful day and we're not likely to get another one like this in months."

Ginny who still looked extremely pale nodded and stood. "Let me just get my bathing suit."

Twenty minutes later they were ready to drive down to First Beach in La Push. After another twenty minutes they were at the beach, filled by La Push inhabitants and young adults from Forks. The foursome walked a few meters away from the crowd and installed their towels near a group of six people in their late teens. Harry and Ron immediately ran into the water, soon joined by the three boys beside them. Ginny pulled off her clothes and lay down on her towel soaking up the sun. Hermione kept on her large shirt and jean shorts and took out a book.

A little while later she heard the three girls next to her sigh and giggle.

"I told you we'd see them in the end." A blond girl told her friends proudly. "And you didn't believe me Lauren," she teased.

"Whatever Jessica, you're just lucky," Lauren said in response. "Maybe they'll come over to us?"

The dark haired brunette laughed. "That would just make your day."

"And your's too, Angela, don't try to deny it." Jessica interjected.

"Oh my gosh! I think they're actually coming over!" Lauren squealed.

Hermione didn't even bother to look up but yelped when her book was torn out of her grasp by a pair of tan hands and she was lifted into the air.

"Jacob! Put me down!" She shouted, banging her fists against his bare back and kicking her legs wildly.

He laughed but didn't do as she asked. He carried her into the water, her moves to get free getting stronger and stronger. "No Jake! Please, anything but that! I'm still dressed."

"Too late," Jacob said, letting her drop.

The water splashed around the pair as he follwed her in. Hermione gasped as she broke through the surface, pushing her hair off her face and scowling at the young man.

"I can't believe you truly did that," her teeth clattered as she spoke.

The air was relatively warm but the water itself was quite cold, the sun not being bright enough to heat it up. Hermione unconsciously floated closer to Jacob, feeling that the water around him was warmer than anywhere else.

"I didn't know you were going to be at the beach today," Jake said, in a feeble attempt to start a conversation.

Hermione looked up from his bare chest and into his face. "It was a last minute decision," she answered. "And you? Why are you here?" She clarified.

"It's First Beach, we come here often."

"Do you hang out with anyone other than those boys?" Hermione questioned waving a hand at the boys gathered around a flushed Ginny.

"Not really... They're the only friends I need. Though I do talk to Bella's friends from time to time."

"Bella's friends?"

"The one's she'd hang out with when Edward wasn't present," he said, nodding to the three girls currently staring at Ginny with burning eyes.

"I should go save her, she seems overwhelmed."

Jacob nodded and followed her out. Jake pushed a few of his packmates out of the way so that Hermione could reach her towel. Jared winked at her when he saw her sit down, Seth waved and Paul punched Jacob on the shoulder.

"Where's Leah?" She wondered.

"Didn't feel like coming out with us today... Said she felt weird, as if something out of the ordinary was going to happen," Seth shrugged.

Quil and Paul frowned. "Funny, I felt that way one day too, and that exact day I imprin-" Quil was interrupted by Jacob having a rapidfire cough attack.

Hermione studied the boy closely while he coughed on, she could easily tell that his coughs were forced. She could also guess that it was because he wished to prevent Quil from finishing his phrase, however she couldn't figure out why. She would, however find out.

They all sat together, the shape shifters getting to know the wizards and the witch they hadn't met yet. The group was steadily becoming louder and louder, the boys laughing wholeheartedly and attracting all eyes around. Jacob sat beside Hermione, talking lowly to her, ignoring everyone else.

It was almost as if no one else was there and slowly the wolf boys stopped chatting smirking at their best friend, seeing how close Jacob was to falling in love and it had nothing to do with the imprinting. Well, okay, maybe it had a little bit to do with the imprinting because Jake wouldn't have been able to move on from Bella without a little pull but he wasn't falling in love with Hermione because of it. They were happy for their brother, they just hoped that Hermione would return his affections.

"Can you pass me the screw driver?" Jacob asked, his head stuck in a motorcycle engine.

Hermione looked left and right, searching for it to no avail on the desk she was perched on, her legs dangling above the ground, until she finally noticed it on the top shelf against the wall. She waved her hand and levitated the object to her, after checking that Jacob had his back turned.

"Never mind, I put it on the top shelf, you won't be able to reach it," he said, turning to face her just as she plucked it out of the air.

He frowned when he saw the screw driver in her hand. "How did you get it?"

She smiled innocently. "It was on the desk, guess you forgot it there." She shrugged.

He eyed her suspiciously and strolled towards her carefully. "Yeah, I must have forgotten." He nodded, smiling despite knowing full well that he had left it on the shelf.

He moved until his hard stomach was pressing against her knees, the pressure making her knees seperate to either side of his hips, allowing him to get closer to her. Enjoying the close proximity he didn't push her for details. He looked up at the shelf and gave her a crooked smile. She gulped, realizing he didn't believe her in the least but glad he had dropped it.

He leaned in, wanting to kiss her with an intensity that would make her legs buckle and her head spin but knew he couldn't, not just yet anyway. He feared that if he did that, it would scare her away and he would loose her. He knew she wasn't ready for a kiss yet, but as soon as she was, he wouldn't hold back. However, he wasn't opposed to teasing her slightly, he grinned cruelly at her and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her ever so slightly closer to him. He gazed straight into her eyes and breathed in her scent.

"We haven't known each other for long," he murmured huskily, tempted to brush his lips on her cheek when her eyes darted down to his lips. "But I feel an undeniable attraction to you."

Her eyes widened, her breathing picking up pace. He pressed his lips to her cheek in the faintest touch. "What about you, Hermione? Do you feel it?" He questioned, smirking in triumph when he heard her heart beating wildly.

Suddenly, he pulled away when he heard people coming to the barn, taking the screw driver with him. Hermione was shocked and even a little disappointed by the loss of contact with Jacob. She hadn't even had time to tell him that she did indeed feel attracted to him. Unbelievably so. She had never felt this way before and she had only known him for over two and a half weeks. She knew it wasn't normal.

"You ready to go Hermione?" Harry asked, poking his head trough the open door.

She swallowed and slid off the table, stumbling slightly. She heard a deep chuckle beside her and glared at Jacob. "This is not funny, it's your fault," she hissed.

"And I couldn't be prouder," he shot back, feeling daring.

"Well," Hermione huffed, crossing her arms. "I'll be going then." She started to leave before she stopped, turned back and placed a hand on Jacob's large shoulder. She then went onto her tip toes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Good night, Jacob," she spoke lightly, whispering his name in his ear.

Jake watched her leave in a daze, his heart beating as quickly as her's had been a moment ago.

"Aro contacted me," Carlisle informed his family.

"What did he want?!" Edward growled.

"He only wanted to know when Bella would be changed," Carlisle's face was grave. "He said if it didn't happen soon, he would have to take action."

"We sent him a wedding invitation, he knows what that means," Esme tried to reason, hoping to appease her son.

"He also knows Edward doesn't want to change her," Jasper observed, calmly. "Perhaps he suspects this is just a ploy to get him off our backs."

"I hope you're happy Edward, putting us all in danger for her again," Rosalie snapped.

"Do you still have a problem with her?" He demanded.

"You know I do, she has a choice, she could have much better. Before she arrived in Forks we never had trouble from anyone, now we've spent three years wondering who's going to kill her next. She's caused us nothing but trouble."

"She's part of the family now, Rose. You'll have to live with it," Emmett said.

"But I don't have to like it," she muttered.

A/N: Okay... Short chapter. Sorry. The next chapter will be better and I might in fact re-do this one, depending on what you guys thought. I feel too all over the place. However, if I change this chap or not has nothing to do with my next question: Should Leah IMPRINT? If so on who? A few people recommended this idea after my last chapter an I wanted to know what the rest of you thought.

Sorry for typos and grammar errors, they happen... Love