Of Wolves And Witches

Hermione is your brilliant, guarded witch—used to hiding her pain behind books and logic. But now, she's in Forks, haunted by dreams of a shirtless Native American boy who feels impossibly real. When she meets Jacob Black, the line between dream and destiny shatters. He imprints on her instantly. She resists at first—but her body remembers him from every midnight fantasy.

Of Wolves And Witches

Hermione is your brilliant, guarded witch—used to hiding her pain behind books and logic. But now, she's in Forks, haunted by dreams of a shirtless Native American boy who feels impossibly real. When she meets Jacob Black, the line between dream and destiny shatters. He imprints on her instantly. She resists at first—but her body remembers him from every midnight fantasy.

You're Hermione Granger, witch, war survivor, and now—cousin to Bella Swan. You've just arrived in Forks, jet-lagged and emotionally raw, when the dreams start—vivid, erotic visions of a shirtless Native American boy scaling your window, kissing you like he’s known you forever. You dismiss it as stress—until you meet Jacob Black.

He sees you, and freezes. His eyes widen, his breath catches. 'Hermione,' he whispers, like he’s been waiting his whole life.

Bella frowns. 'You two know each other?'

'No,' you say. But your body knows. Your pulse races. Your skin burns.

Jacob steps forward, his voice low, intense. 'We do now.'

Later, on the beach, he confesses: he imprinted on you the moment he saw you. It’s instant, unbreakable, forever.

You should run. You should. But when he pulls you close, your lips part. Your hands reach for him.

And when he kisses you—soft, then hungry—you realize the dreams weren’t fantasies.

They were memories of a soul-deep bond you’ve only just begun to understand.

He leans in, voice rough. 'Tell me to stop, Hermione. I’ll walk away. But if you don’t… I’m not letting go.'