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Title: Magnetic Attraction
Summary: He never believed he would find his soul-mate and she was a lone ranger in a familiar world that shouldn't have felt so empty. At first they were too shocked to act and then they began to deny it. Is the 'Magnetic Attraction' too strong? [Paul and Hermione Pairing, Rated T]
Pairing: Paul and Hermione

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Chapter One: It All Started When I Was Drinking Camomile Tea...

The bedroom walls were unadorned and plain and the room itself held an untainted essence. This is a fresh start, I repeated my new mantra in my mind. It would usually calm to a point where I could finish the task at hand as muggle as possible but there were the few cases where I became too on edge to do things without magic.

I leaned back onto the wall right next to the bedroom door and sighed heavily. Today was one of the complicated days where my mind was warring with itself to do things the muggle or magic way. I had always believed in muggle rights and the Ministry had finally began approximating themselves to the idea of not imprisoning muggles (without them being any wiser) but my mind frame was still the same as a muggle rights activists was ten years ago.

I quickly decided to unpack everything magically and the house was pristine and clean within two hours. I was still at a loss, though for a different reason. I had never had any reason to want to move to America, even breaking up with Ron hadn't stopped me, but something had drawn me here with inexplicable force. In short I couldn't deny the pull, whatever it was.

It was late afternoon when I was sitting at my new dining table drinking a cup of Camomile tea when I felt an even stronger pull to the Native Reservation that was just a short drive from my house. It felt as if it was physically hurting me to not be there. I found it ridiculous but I still donned my jacket and grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. I chuckled at my actions slightly as I began driving. This is ridiculous, I kept telling myself.

The pull to the reservation was still there but the pain was lessening the closer I got to their 'First Beach'. I parked my car in the small parking lot and sat in it for warmth and began to wait and watch. After five minutes I was becoming increasingly annoyed with myself for following an imaginary pull when there was another strong tug at my heart.

I looked up and scanned the surrounding area for what could've caused the tug and, disappointingly, found nothing. I was about to start my car again when I felt an even stronger yank at my heart and I couldn't help but look up. This time, however, I caught sight of a group of tan men playing what seemed to be a game of beach football. Another wrench at my heart told me one of those men was what I was looking for.

I stepped out of the car and stared at them without shame, not one of them noticed me. I stepped forward slowly and cautiously and headed in the groups direction. Alarm bells were suddenly going off in my ever perceptive mind that something was offabout the group of boys.

I stopped mid-way and sighed and shook my head again. This is just going too far! I thought, there isn't anything wrong with a bunch of men playing football!

I hadn't realized I was staring until one of the boys turned around and began to look me over as if he was assessing me before he looked me in the eyes. My world stopped abruptly but my heart began to beat furiously. He had to be at least 6 feet tall, he was muscular with brown eyes and cropped black hair that I could just imagine running my fingers through.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I was shocked at the thoughts about a person I had just met, it wasn't like me to take an instant liking to someone and this was just odd. I opened my eyes again to see him still staring at me but this time his friends were hooting like they were celebrating.

"I thought I felt a pull," I said to no one in particular, "But this is just so odd and not like me at all."

His eyes widened but he still took a hesitant step forward.

"You felt that?" I nodded, "You actually felt the pull?"

"I thought it was nothing, honestly! If I'm bothering you I'll leave-"

"No!" he interrupted, "Don't leave..."

Silence overwhelmed the group as well as the man and me as I thought about this different situation I found myself in. I took my time to think about this pull and I came to a conclusion. Before I had come here I had asked the American Ministry if there were any surrounding 'magical or supernatural' beings and they had sent me a file about the Quileute Wolves. The file included a treaty that had been made in the early 1900's and a copy of a study journal by one of the first wolf packs.

I snapped myself back to reality when I noticed one of the men; he seemed to be the leader, the alpha, stepped forward and struck his hand out.

"Hello," he said gruffly, "I'm Sam; the guy who's drooling over you right now is Paul."

Paul, the muscular beauty, just nodded at me. He seemed stunned.

"Uhmm..." I cleared my throat, "I'm Hermione Granger. The Ministry told me your pack was here but I honestly didn't believe it..."

The alpha's eyes widened.

"How do you know about us?" he demanded, Paul let out a feral growl in the background.

I held up my hands in a sign of defeat.

"Your secret is safe with me, trust me..." I sighed, "The American Ministry of Magic, surely you've heard of them?" he looked at me with confusion in his eyes I just shook my head and continued, "I know you're shape-shifters and all you need to know for now is that your secret it safe with me. I swear on Godrics grave that I will not tell a soul."

As I finished the tell-tale sign of the Unbreakable Vow wove around me and the man.

"What was that?" he questioned curiously.

"That was an Unbreakable Vow, if I tell anyone about your... condition... then I'll suffer a great deal of pain until you so choose to free me from it. I modified the spell a bit..." I looked back at Paul, "I really should be going. Uhmm... thank you?"

I waved to the stunned group as I walked back to my car and began to drive away. The pull on my heart, on my very soul, began to make me increasingly miserable the further I got from the beach.

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AN: Please keep in mind that for me to keep up with this story and keep it creative it may take me up to two or more weeks to update because I seem to be getting frequent bouts of writers block. This, however, is the first chapter to Magnetic Attraction and the sooner I get more reviews the sooner I will be driven to write more creatively and update much quicker.

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I love long reviews, they make me feel special *hint hint* because someone has take their time to write something to me about my work.

ALSO I am on school holidays now so this story should progress quickly until February 2nd of 2012 which is when I return to school. By then the story should be MUCH further along. Christmas will however be a break because I will be going away for a week, I do plan to write whilst I'm away and take advantage of their free Wi-Fi at the hotel.

So, sorry for the long Author's Note, all in all I like reviews and don't expect me to write as frequently when school is back on next year!