It's Complicated 15

By: I Should Be Sleeping (AKA: Moar Sleep)

Harry was quite adept in what he called 'Hermisile's.' They involved a curly haired projectile launching themselves at whatever their target may be before crashing with pinpoint accuracy and restraining said target. He and Ron considered themselves to be experts and knew when to anticipate and brace accordingly.

However, he had been distracted by a stern looking Headmistress so he was ill prepared and found himself collapsing to the floor as a brunette ball of excitement bowled him over. He gallantly took the brunt of the force and immediately found himself wrapping his arms around the familiar form of his best female friend.

"It's been two days," Harry said with a fond smile as he hugged her just as tight.

"Don't even pretend that you are not absolutely ecstatic to see me Harry James Potter," she replied as she buried her nose in his thick sweater and felt her body practically sag with relief.

This was familiar.

This was home.

She had been distracting herself with everything going on with the pack and MACUSA, it was easy to forget how frazzled she could get. It was due to this, that her anxiety would ambush her when she finally found time to scrutinize her situation and felt the heavy weight of her own thoughts caving in upon herself. Her heart would race and her arms would feel uncomfortably numb as her chest would constrict. This would trigger a further attack of impending doom and her mind would conjure herself being restrained under the weight of a crazed witch baring down on her with yellowed teeth and manic eyes.

Harry and Ron were wonderful when it came to grounding her in reality and calming her down most of the time. However, there were times when she would just have to ride out her episodes and do her very best to keep herself in the moment.

Having Harry here was so incredibly wonderful and she could not hold back her tears as she clutched to him like a lifeline.

Sensing her change almost immediately, Harry held her closer to himself and hummed softly. The soft notes of Scarborough Fair floated through the air. He had a lovely voice and Hermione felt herself come down from her panicked state as she took deep breaths.

"In and out. Just like that."

Juliet held her son by his forearm, the strong thrumming of his muscles vibrating slightly under her touch. She knew that his wolf was on edge about this unknown male holding his mate, but it was only Hermione's obvious distress that seemed to hold him at bay.

"Stay calm Paul. Whatever he is saying is helping her come down from another episode," she said soothingly in Spanish. Her softly accented vowels rolling over the words of her mother's native tongue.

Paul heeded the words of his mother, his wolf still keening at the shaking form of his mate. He wanted nothing more than to gather her in his arms, away from that skinny male, and hold her close.

Hermione, remembering her current place, pulled back much more collected, but still a bit frazzled. Her hair had risen up a bit with pent up magic as it zinged beneath her skin. "Merlin, sorry about that."

Harry shook his head. "Never apologize. If anyone gets a pass, it's us."

Hermione just wiped her nose on his shoulder, completely unrepentant as Harry grimaced and cast a quick Scourgify under his breath. Smiling cheekily up at him, she did her best to put on a brave face.

"Goodness forgive me Headmistress. Minister," she said as she realized that Harry was not alone.

Sharp green eyes scanned her entire form from head to toe before nodding. She strode forwards gracefully and gathered the young woman into her arms. "You know better. It is Minerva child. I am glad to see you."

Hermione returned the hug and smiled softly before turning to the tall, dark wizard to the side. "Minister."

Kingsley Shacklebolt brought her small form into his strong arms, practically lifting her off the ground as she gasped in surprise. "Really Hermione, how many times do I have to tell you?"

"Hello Kings," she reluctantly replied with a sheepish but heartfelt smile.

Placing her down, he looked over to the contingent of tall shifters gathered on the back porch of the adorable B&B in the middle of a forested area. "Merlin. How anyone missed them is unbelievable."

Realizing the spectacle she had made herself, again, in front of her newly found mate and the rest of his pack and extended family had her cheeks flushing a horrible shade of red.

Harry, seeing her sudden embarrassment, stepped forward with the infamous crooked smile that seemed to win him Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Wizard 2 years in a row. "Hello and forgive us dropping in. But Hermione is family and when the American Wizarding Government contacted our Ministry with her situation, we had to see to it that things were corrected."

Leah's entire body froze, her left hand moving up to clutch at the shoulder of her not so little brother.

Seth, seeing and feeling her sudden distress, glanced down at his sister and saw her breathing a bit shallowly as her dark brown eyes locked on the skinny male with dark hair and emerald green eyes. She looked like she was having a mild panic attack.

His thoughts stuttered to a halt as he realized what was happening. Eyes widening only the tiniest of fractions, he caught her gaze and looked at her imploringly.

Leah's pearly white teeth dug into her bottom lip as she nodded sharply once.

Fucking hell!

What was it with these magicals? Maybe he should ask Hermione if she had any single friends because the way that things were going, his imprint was probably a witch.

Gathered now in the familiar living room of Joy's, the group congregated in the space looking unsure how to continue.

Minerva McGonagall would have none of it. She was not getting any younger and they had no time to waste!

"What Mr. Potter says is rather vague, but the gist of what our purpose here is Hermione Granger is under our jurisdiction and the accusations against her are considered rather dire. It was briefly explained from the American Government's perspective, but we thought it more prudent to visit her and hear the truth," said the stern woman.

"We know how things tend to get tangled in the web of politics," finished Kingsley with a winning smile.

Joy was pretty sure she sighed. He had a lovely, deep voice and his dark eyes were captivating. Spirits that man was attractive and he knew it! No wonder he was Minister. If she were a citizen, he would definitely have her backing!

"Merlin," Hermione cut in once she gathered herself. "How horribly rude! May I introduce Headmistress Minerva McGonagall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, my Alma Mater."

The firm, older witch with deep green robes that swept the ground looked over everyone from behind thin wired spectacles. Her dark brown hair with shocks of silver was scraped back into a neat bun and a pointed, wide brim hat of the same dark green sat upon her head. "Good day to you all."

Embry, Quil and Jacob had the urge to straighten their spines under her intense stare.

"This is Kingsley Shacklebolt, Prime Minister of the British Wizarding Enclaves," Hermione said respectfully.

Standing at an impressive 6'2", Kingsley was still dwarfed by the majority of shifters there. His deep skin was adorned in robes of ebony that were offset by a colorful Agbada suit in a rich plum with gold accents underneath. A nod to his Yoruba heritage while still respecting his wizarding upbringing in central London. He bowed gracefully at everyone present. "Hello and apologies for dropping in without notice, but like stated before, Hermione is dear to us."

Hermione blessed him with a beaming smile of adoration, the obvious connection between the two almost like a fond Uncle and cherished niece.

"Finally, we have Lord Harry James Potter, my baby brother."

Harry was momentarily distracted by the tall, statuesque woman standing resolutely beside another hulking male. She was currently looking towards the opposite wall, giving him the perfect view of her gentle sloping nose and sharp jawline. Merlin, she was stunning.

He felt a sharp pulse of power race down his spine as if his entire magical core was beginning to charge and pull towards this bronzed goddess.

"Earth to Harry?"

Harry coughed awkwardly, a furious blush staining his pale features as he looked to Hermione. What exactly had she said? Judging by her amused expression, he had been caught staring.

He was lucky. The relationship he had with Hermione was transcendent. Ron was dear to him as well, but Hermione was the sister of his heart. She was his family when he did not even know the true meaning of the word.

"Love you Mione," said Harry with a small smile, knowing that they would be having words later.

"And these are the shifters of the La Push tribe. Warriors and protectors of their lands and rightful heirs and spirit guardians to their traditions," said Hermione with such honor that it had all of them smiling.

Paul felt his wolf preen with pride at the words of reverence from his little mate. She was looking at his brothers and family with such grace and he felt truly touched by what she said.

Hermione felt herself rock forwards a bit, her fingers wriggling as if they had a mind of her own. Although Harry was wonderful, her soul ached for something more and she knew exactly what she needed.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione stepped forwards as Paul seemed to sense her need and met her halfway, his arms immediately drawing her closer to himself in a comforting embrace. Turning in his arms, she briefly looked up at him with a smile that made his heart burst with pride. "And this is Paul Lahote. My soulmate."

Harry let out a low whistle followed by a cheeky wink as he observed the striking couple in profile. They really were a study of opposites. "Aren't you glad we urged you to take a break? Look at you!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing, but denied nothing. She was quite content where she was and was not going to answer what was obviously a rhetorical question.

Paul had no such qualms. "I'm definitely glad. Harry right? You and baby girl are siblings?"

"Baby girl...?" Harry whispered with awe. "Bloody hell Mione. You must really like him. You hate nicknames!"

"I hate ridiculous nicknames Harry. Excuse me for not accepting Hermy or Miney. The only reason you and Ron get away with Mione is because you've worn me down and it is too much effort to fight it."

"Hermy?!" Questioned Quil with a snort.

Harry gave him a frantic shake of his head as Hermione focused her narrowed gaze upon him.

Quil suddenly felt faint. Coughing awkwardly, he backpedaled immediately. "Hermy? Eww no! Why butcher a gorgeous name like that? Hermione is great."

Jared rolled his eyes. That was a pathetic save and everyone knew it.

Hermione seemed to also agree, but decided to let it go. It really was not worth the effort given he was sure to put his foot in his mouth again in the near future. "Continuing on, we have William Black, Chief of the Quileute tribe and his council of elders – Susan Clearwater, Quil Ateara III and Samuel Uley, current Alpha of the Quileute pack."

Each person nodded their heads in greeting.

"Our members of said pack include Jared, Embry, Quil Ateara V, Jacob, Leah, Seth, Collin and Brady," she said in amusement as she noticed Embry smiling widely while Quil saluted.

Harry felt his magic pulse as he took a shallow breath. Leah was such a beautiful name for an absolutely breathtaking person.

Hermione continued, oblivious to Harry's current state. "To round out everything, we have the backbone and support to ensure the strength of each pack member, our family members. Julia Lahote, Joy Ateara and Anita, Aaron and Mary Cameron."

Julia smiled radiantly as she looked at her future daughter-in-law - in her mind it was a done deal - with absolute pleasure. She did not know if Hermione was aware of her pronoun usage, but using the word our was so delightful. She hoped the young brunette was feeling like family because she was most definitely welcome.

"To make a terribly long story short, I did magic in front of Paul and MACUSA is now accusing me of doing so in front of muggle. Ridiculous considering they are also part of our community so I sent an OWL to the President and I am expecting this to be all ironed out soon. That and heads will roll once I find out where their compensation has gone." Said Hermione with a vicious smile that made Harry gulp and Minerva smile proudly.

The elder witch was so pleased with her favorite cub. Never scorn a lioness. They were prone to pounce.

Leah had made the most pathetic excuse to leave the room as quickly as possible. She made a lame attempt at claiming womanly problems, but the pack were more than aware of that particular scent and unfortunately knew her cycle.

Seth actually had a calendar from when he was old enough to understand menstruation and made a point to avoid his sister during the entire time and week leading up to it. Considering that was another week away, and her body ran like clockwork, everyone knew she was lying.

Hell, even her mother knew because she was a nurse and for a time the two synced up until she hit menopause a year ago.

However, they were all considerate enough to not mention it. They knew exactly what happened and she was still attempting to wrap her head around it.

She imprinted

She imprinted on Harry James Potter.

Scratch that! Correction!

Lord Harry James Potter!

He was a fucking Lord! What did that even mean in this day and age? Did he live in a castle? Hermione mentioned that he cooked. Thank fucking spirits because she was shit in the kitchen and had no desire to learn. She was great at cleaning though. It was therapeutic and she liked the feel of hot water when washing dishes manually.

Shaking her head she frowned. She was getting off topic.

She imprinted on Hermione's pseudo brother and he was a Lord and Wizard and had the most gorgeous green eyes and was built like a long distance runner. She used to do track in high school and had always found that svelte, athletic build to be so attractive and quite dashing. Like a stately prince from a fairytale.

Ok so fucking sue her. She liked Disney movies and Prince Charming from Cinderella was her dream guy as a kid and fuck her because Harry kinda looked like him, but better.

Sure his hair was a bit messy, but she transformed into a wolf so it was not a deal breaker for her. Besides, she was sure her kids would inherit more of her genetics, but hoped they got those stunning green eyes.

Wait up. Now she was planning kids and had not even exchanged a word with him?!

Spirits above! She was pathetic!

No wonder Sam had broken up with her so suddenly. If he felt what she was feeling right now, she honestly could not blame him. Sure she was a bitch, but she had also been hurting. Now, it was so clear. Yes, she had made peace with his situation long ago, but it was not until a few moments ago that she really understood the massive pull an imprint held.

It was one thing to see it through a shared mind, but to have every nerve in your body attuned to another being was intense. Honestly, her inner wolf was howling at her to take that male and rut with him until she did not know where she began and he ended. The need to bask in his scent and fill her womb was electrifying and it was only her sheer stubbornness that was stopping her from jumping that man.

Fuck! Is this why Hermione and Paul ran at each other like animals!?

She had seen newly imprinted couples, but she was beginning to realize that imprinting on a magical person obviously only intensified the need to procreate and claim.

Her wolf scratched at the surface of her resolve, causing her to pace anxiously in the small room of Joy's B&B.

"Sweetie? Can I come in?"

Leah jumped, a bit startled. She could not recall the last time she had someone able to sneak up on her. With her enhanced senses, it was next to impossible. However, she must have been deep in her thoughts for her own mother to approach the door without her notice.

Breathing somewhat shallowly, she opened the door just a crack. "Mom, come in quick!"

Sue looked at her daughter with concern before closing the door behind her. Observing her poor, frazzled child, her heart went out to her. "Leah, honey. Did you imprint on that young man downstairs?"

Leah's only reply was to nod her head sharply, as she was currently standing a few feet away, her arms hugging herself closely as her body shook to shift. "Mom, there is something wrong. My wolf wants to come out."

"Do you sense danger? Is it vampires?"

Leah let out a breathy snort of disbelief. "If only. Mom, I want to jump my imprint and have him take me any way he wants and then some until I am 100% sure I am carrying the next generation to the tribe."

Sue's look of wide eyed astonishment was telling as her mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh."

"Mom! It is taking everything in me not to go down and hump his leg like a bitch in heat! Like what is happening!? I never even felt this way about Sam and we were together for years and went at it like rabbits!"

Sue grimaced. She did not really need to know about that.

Leah let out a hysterical bark of laughter that was so unlike her. "What do I do!?"

"Sweetie calm down. How about I call Hermione up here? She might have some perspective? Also, it is her brother."

Leah nodded her head absently, now resuming her restless pacing.

Sue frowned as she hurried downstairs. Although overjoyed that her daughter had found her soulmate, she never wanted something like this to befall her. Her poor baby.

Hermione was very much well versed in Harry's small tells.

When he lied, he had this habit of staring at someone's nose because he thought that he could make vague eye contact to dissuade others. It rarely worked, but he still did it.

When he was uncomfortable, he shifted to his right leg and usually scratched the back of his neck.

However, this was something different. She had never seen such an intense look of concentration on his face coupled with the slight tint of constipation. He was also looking off towards… oh! "OH!"

Paul looked down at his mate at her sudden exclamation.

Hermione started smiling brightly before turning the full force of her smile up towards her wolf.

Paul was taken aback. Fuck him because she was even more stunning like this. Whatever it was that was making her happy, he needed to bottle that shit up and keep it on hand. "What's up baby girl?"

Hermione's answering smile continued to blind like the power of a thousand suns. But it was her reply that caught him off guard. "My brother likes your sister," she said in fluid Spanish.

Paul's brain stuttered to a halt. What the how now? She spoke Spanish?

Seeing his questioning look she shrugged and continued in his grandmother's native tongue. "My mother is from Barcelona but attended a French school in Madrid. They share language structures so I am fluent. My French is better."

Paul's ear picked up the differences in her intonation and she had that bit of a lisp when pronouncing some words. It was kinda cute. Fuck him. Imprinted only a day and he was using words like cute. Well, fuck it. It was true. His mate was fucking adorable.

"Well that is just not fair. She speaks a secret language with Paul that he uses when he does not want anyone to know what he is thinking when we shift," Quil grumped.

Jacob frowned. "Didn't you take like three years of Spanish?"

"Yo tengo hambre," was his automatic reply.

Julia, on the other hand, looked absolutely ecstatic. Not only was she lovely, but she spoke Spanish? Sure it was a bit off, but what can you expect from European Spanish? Really, coche. It is carro!

Hermione turned her attention towards Harry, but before anything could be said, Sue came racing downstairs. "Hermione. Could you please come with me?"

Sensing her urgency, Hermione looked to Paul and smiled reassuringly. She did not know why she needed to do so, but something in her compelled her to soothe her mate. "I will be back in a moment. Until then, why not start on those gutters?"

Paul groaned along with the rest of the pack.

Joy smiled. "That is a perfect idea! C'mon boys! To work!"

A few grumbles met her words, but one stern look silenced them as they shuffled out of the house.

AN: And now she's back! From outer space!

I have no excuse other than my previous job (that I just quit) literally gave me zero time to do anything and I was seriously lacking in creativity. I had no clue what I wanted to do. I must have written this four times before I settled on this and I am still not sure if this is the best route. However, if I kept overthinking it, then you would have nothing so this is better than that right?

Happy New Year and thank you so much for sticking with me! If you are new here, hello and welcome! I still do not know what will happen beyond meeting our MACUSA counterparts (I do have a vague idea) so we will deal with that in the future. Until then, here are some things to know:

Spanish: Paul's family (his mothers side) is from Mexico, while Hermione's mother is from Spain so there will be differences in their Spanish like mentioned in this story. I am not very fluent in either (despite some of my family also coming from Spain) so forgive me. I am trying. Which is why sometimes I will just write things in Italics.

- Yo tengo hambre - I am hungry (The simplest form that all American Spanish students learn in their first year)

- Coche (Spain - car)

- Carro (Mostly used in most of Latin America - car)

Other things to note:

- Agbada- a formal wear that is worn in West Africa mostly by the Yoruba people.