Title: Don't Blink

Fandom (s): Harry Potter and Games of Thrones

Genre: Romance/Angst.

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

A/N: Hi everyone and welcome to the next chapter of the story I know I promised the wedding in the last chapter, haha sorry I bumped it up to a few chapters (maybe) and wrote this as a filler.

I do not and will not own HP or GOT.

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Don't Blink

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CHAPTER 12

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The smell of liquor soon clouded her nose and she wanted to pull away from this, but yet she didn't. This felt so right, but yet somewhat wrong.

There was nothing sexual about this kiss. It was rather warm and chaste and all she wanted to do was to just sink into this feeling of warmth.

When Hermione was a little girl she had never really vision her own wedding. Many children, girls who had big dreams of marrying a prince charming and lived happily ever after, but not her. She felt more at peace with her own books than to partake in any silly daydream.

Her parents found that strange. That a girl around the age of five have no dreams of a wedding that was filled with fluffy dresses and unicorns.

She stared at her reflection for about one long minute without any movement. Amber eyes stared into her own but without much emotion. Hermione felt absolute nothing for this moment. She pushed back many of her feelings the moment when the servants came and carry her off to dress for her important big day.

Hermione remembered faintly the kiss that she shared with the young lord just last night. The warmth of his lips pressed against hers. His hand, rough, tangled into the back of her head trying to deepen the kiss and against every logical reason her brain told her to just pull away, that she shouldn't just let herself get carried away…not when just after their day that she most likely going to disappear. Hermione knew he had some sort of faint idea. She find herself that she just couldn't.

Hermione had her filled with kissing and even dating. They were often sloppy or wet that leads to disgusting realization that she just don't care about any romance at all in any form.

Her first love will always be to her thirst of knowledge….and this feeling that she was now experiencing…the only feeling that managed to escape from the wall of panic that she pushed back crept into her heart and she felt her whole face heated up.

Her mind linger on what a life with Tyrion would have been like. That was when everything came crashing all around her. That sentence that betrayed her own brain. Her own methods, pretty much everything she stood for. She was falling head over heels for the Imp and at this moment she wished that it wasn't true. She wasn't sure. Half of her mind was at war against each other, screaming and screeching.

"Mi'lady, tilt your head please." Her own lady in waiting that Tywin had appointed spoke in a soft voice. Hair brush in hand.

The door to her chambers creek opened and Ginny Weasley let herself in. She wore a long dark green dress that matched her auburn haired. Ginny looked rather uncomfortable in the dress, but she managed to pull it off.

"You look amazing." Ginny spoke with a tilt of a smirk on her face. Hermione rolled her eyes at her best girlfriend that has a lot of patience of being just her close friend over the years when all the others had fled or bully her over her own looks or lack of interest in any girly things.

The Lady in Waiting, Hermione think her name was Sarah, brushed through her long mess of so called hair and got into work of pinning it up and a true southern fashion that this land apparently called.

There were a few slight knots and Hermione almost hissed when Sarah brushed through them.

Her amber eyes in the mirror mink her own. She was dressed in a gown of red and gold combined. Much like the Gryffindor theme back at Hogwarts.

The servants ran back and forth into her chambers, all carrying random stuff that was for the wedding. Shoes or sandals that goes with her gown, petty stuff like that.

When it was all said and done. Sarah bowed her head and left her company, most of the servants followed her lead, leaving Ginny close by.

Hermione's mask crumbled. Her eyes watered and the Lioness that she knew she could be started to fade and all those years of standing by her best friend side bravely starting to fade away.

"I…I'm scared." Hermione finally admitted. Her breath was breathless and her eyes started to water. She felt warm arms pulling her into a well needed hug. Ginny Weasley, hugged her, giving her some comfort.

"It's going to be okay, Mione. We get through this together always, we all here for you." Ginny said in a soothing voice.

This was one in the few times that Hermione let her mask drop revealing how scared she ever was. The door to her room cracked opened and both Ginny and Hermione stood apart.

Hermione pushed up the cracked walls inside her mind the best she could. Lord Tywin stood at the entrance. He was wearing his formal clothes that was basically a dark blood red with his golden sigil by his heart. His cold eyes scanned his future daughter-in-law.

"It's time."
Hermione took in a deep breath.

Be brave.

You're a Gryffindor.

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The morning after the kiss that Tyrion shared with his future bride almost made him want to put his head down and questioned how sane he was.

Jaime stared at his little brother in confusion.

"I don't understand why you're panicking little brother, you have to much more than simple kissing after the wedding and at least it's to your soon to be wife." Jaime said, standing by the fireplace in the study. Tyrion was already dressed. He dressed in fine red colors that represent his house. His dark golden hair was a mess through. Dark circles can easy be seen under his eyes. He saw truth in his brothers words….but…how can he make him understand?

Tyrion reached for the jug of wine and pulled himself a cup, taking a huge gulp. He didn't tell his brother what he had discovered about Lady Hermione's intentions nor will he ever.

He place down his wine glass with a loud cling.

"It's because dear brother, that a man like me aren't supposed to find love."