Summary: In a series of events; Hermione finds herself in a situation that involves the Imp of Casterly Rock. Tyrion/Hermione

Genres: Romance/Angst

Pairings: Hermione/Tyrion

Rating: T

A/N: Well x.x Welcome to my new fanfiction crossover haha if you all read my other works 'Rogue' or 'For One Small Moment" Don't worry I'm still updating them. I got over 15 unpublished chapters already written in Rogue and up to 10 unwritten chapters for For One Small Moment and continuing.

I love writing GOT crossovers with HP even through I'm rubbish with them, mhmm this story will be short, not as short as For One Small Moment through, but this takes place obviously in Westeros and it's a small story between Tyrion and Hermione meeting.

This story does stray a bit from canon in the GOT universe, just a small bit. This story is also involves arranged marriages. If I get a good response I most likely going to continue it but I highly doubt it. I wrote this on a whim.

Leave me feedback about what you want to see in the story between the two This story has about two plot-lines through.

I do not and will not own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones. I just own my own original characters and the plot.

Thank you!

Don't Blink

Prologue

The Meeting

Hermione Granger could just throw anything against the wall at this moment. She didn't want to do this, surely there was some other way to sneak into Casterly Rock and located that bloody heirloom that was supposed to get her and her best mates back into their own timelines.

Ginny wanted to help. The tom-boy ginger haired woman was the bravest one out of the group. She would have flown in fire if Hermione wasn't there to stop her. She had good intentions, but this situation is very risky. Being in this world was tiresome. It had taken them five very long years to get themselves settled. There were lot of questions. They're always are. A House that doesn't exist in books suddenly appearing out of nowhere out of the blue.

Hermione swore once they get back to Hogwarts she would bloody shove the bloody crystal ball up Malfoy's arse sideways before he could ever drop it. The life here was hard. They had no help but their own magic. Finding a place to live wasn't easy, and she had to make damn sure that the land that they did built their nice little home with mud-bricks didn't belong to anyone, but that problem was solved when they stumbled about an abandon farm much to their luck.

Hermione choose her time burying herself in old books that she stumble over the months about their new world on her travels. Her friends need a past, a house, for the moment till they get back.

So House Granger had been created. Harry was the acting Lord; Hermione's supposedly older brother in this timeline. Ronald and Ginny would be her distant cousins living aboard with her as Harry's wards.

They did well on food and money, with a flicker of magic. Hermione transformed many items into currency to help with food to support them for a while. The charm did vanish returning the money to the original item, but Hermione would be long gone before them to even notice her trick.

In the second year of staying in Westeros; Harry and Ron started to train themselves in sword-play to blend in. It wasn't easy, but they got the hang of it. They weren't exactly experts but they didn't drop their swords. Meanwhile Ginny took off on Archery and Hermione just stayed with her beloved books and knowledge.

On her third year in Westeros, Hermione found a lead on an object that might be able to help them to get back. It was a golden amber jewel that shone the suns whenever one person looked at it and legend says that it would grant the user, who has the purest heart one wish.

The Legend of the Jewel of Casterly Rock.

The problem was it's hard to get close to them. Casterly Rock were ruled by House Lannister for generations. Rumors and stories about them passed through their ears that they're ruthless. They had nothing to offer for the jewel and Hermione knew it's a family heirloom if they do have it on them. They wouldn't let it go, so Hermione planned was to steal it.

How to get in without anyone noticing her or her friends? Then it hit them. Harry the Lord of the House could offer a marriage proposal to one of the Lord's sons to strengthen their house together.

Hermione almost doubt this would work. What would they offer House Lannister's for the marriage proposal? House Granger was very small and doesn't have a lot of wealth. They heavily reply on their magic, but then Ginny suggested Iron. The easiest compounds to make with their magic that wouldn't turn back into their original states. The compound that they studied in Hogwarts a year before arriving to this awful state of unknown.

Harry send a raven to House Lannister and surprising within a week, they had made arrangements for audience between the two Lords to decide, with Hermione's virtue on the line. The mission was risky, she could actually get married before even finding the damn jewel, but it was a risk that she was willing to take to keep her friends safe, to keep Ginny with Harry.

It didn't mean that they would like it. Hermione's sacrifice, but then after a few days of talking and deciding it was ruled that Hermione will marry, Lannister's youngest son, Tyrion Lannister for the usage of their iron for the upcoming unseeing war that will overthrow some king in Westeros.

Hermione wondered who the youngest son was and what his personality was. The way that Lord Tywin behaved to Harry, who had tried his hardest to represent House Granger to the fullest, seemed full of himself but there was something in the Lannister's eye that almost scared her. It was a hint of darkness and a look that saying that they're getting the short end of the deal.

So here Hermione was now. In her chambers about to throw anything against the bloody wall; when she supposed to be packing the fewest things she owned to meet her betroth and to sneak into the castle and take the Jewel.

Tyrion Lannister wasn't in the happiest of moods today. It had been one year since Tysha's betrayal. It still hurt him like a deep cut of a blade in his heart. He could remember his father telling him that he was right. He could even remember Tysha being passed around man to man for just a merely copper of a coin.

It had been cleared that Tyrion Lannister will not have the one thing he had ever wanted when he was a boy out of his own childhood. He had nothing to offer, and being….a dwarf of this age was considered a sin. The only thing that kept him out of the sewers or the life on the roads was his father's wealth which he spend some of it on whores, wine and food over the incident trying to filled the void.

Today, he really needed to get pissed. Today, his father had just told him that he was soon to be betroth to a woman from House Granger to strengthen their House for the war. The Lord of House Granger would truly be mad agreeing to this. Did he even know what he was?

He was worse than a bastard.

He was called the Imp for a reason and at this moment all he wanted to do was to drink away his worries and hoped that the poor girl who had been cursed to marry him wouldn't hate him. Maybe she could make him happy? Make him forget about her, but he doubt it. It was his father choice of his wife, so he most likely going to be stuck with some woman who's very spoil in her own ways and very unbearable to be around with.

Then his father had to balls to tell him that House Granger would be arriving anytime soon giving him less time to put his head around this fact of the upcoming marriage. He couldn't refuse. His father always try to find a reason to throw him out without feeling any guilt. Tyrion knew that he blamed him for his wife's death, and maybe Tyrion himself also believed that because stories around the castle says that his father wasn't always so cold, or mean. That everything changed when his wife died during childbearing.

He could hear horns outside the castle loudly, and Tyrion almost groaned to himself. He had exactly nothing in his system to do this. Someone arrived, mostly the Granger woman. The staff of his father greeted House Granger outside with cold politeness.

Tyrion stood beside Jaime and his only sister Ceseri who had the most sinister expression on her face the whole time she was here.

"I'm surprised that someone agreed to marry you, Imp." She laughed, only for Tyrion to roll his eyes at her. He wasn't hurt or upset. He was honestly, used to Ceseri's remarks.

"I wouldn't be surprise if father will sell you off for power too, sister of mine." Tyrion responded. Ceseri sensing the truth of his words, her smile dropped. There were actually talks about her marrying a man in the distant North.

The arrival of House Granger was truly small. There was two horses and one carriage that housed them. The house wasn't much wealthy, Tyrion concluded and he wondered if his father truly wanted their iron or anything to deal with them.

Two men rode on the horses. They were dressed in fine dark leather. One had raven haired wearing some sort of glasses on his face and the other has long ginger haired that almost reached his mid shoulder.

The carriage stopped automatically, and when the ginger haired man walked to the door, the door opened by it's self-revealing another ginger hair person, this time a woman. She wore strange fashions that was a cross between both what a man or a woman should wear, but she seemed very comfortable. She was also pretty, and Tyrion wondered if this was Lady Granger.

The ginger-haired woman ignored the man's hand but she did walked up to the raven haired man with a beaming smile on her face. The raven-haired gentlemen nodded his head to her and whispered something in her ear.

She must be Lady Granger then, because no one else had come out of that carriage. Tyrion felt some disappointment in this and before he could walked up and pay his respects; the carriage jerked and soon another woman stumbled out. She almost fell over her two feet and she looked very frustrated to even be here.

She had long-bushy browned hair that reached her lower back and she wore a fine dark crimson dress. She sported many jewels around her neck showing off her small wealth and House.

Her eyes glanced over them and settled on him for a moment longer than needed. He could feel his breath hitched when his eyes caught a hold of her whiskey colored orbs that told him such age and kindness.

Tywin, his father greeted Lord Granger, the raven haired man and then turned to Lady Granger who walked very uncomfortable to them.

"Good to see you travel safe here, Lady Granger." Tywin spoke with force politeness. The woman didn't break eye-contact with his father, her eyes leveled with him and this made him even stunned

A few of House Lannister's servants dashed to the carriage and started to take out Lady's Granger trunk for her stay. They quickly made introductions. Jaime will most likely make a huge impact. His older brother always has a way with women.

Ceseri gave Lady Granger a very cold welcome, it wasn't friendly or even cruel through. Lady Granger seemed to be searching for someone, maybe her betroth. Tyrion felt a sense of nervousness wash over him. She will know soon enough. He mused.

When she arrived next to him, she didn't show any reaction of disgust or even loath. Her features softened when her eyes looked down into his and for a second, Tyrion thought that this was the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros.

He softly grasp her hand within his, and brought her hand against his lips. He placed a small kiss on the back of her palm.
"I'm Tyrion Lannister, mi'lady. Pleasure to meet you." He muttered glancing back up at Hermione's face. Her cheeks seemed to be flush and she slowly nodded her head to him unsure.

"It's a pleasure, mi'lord. My name is Hermione Granger." She smiled.