Summary: Hermione Granger found herself lost in a strange land unlike her own with no memory on who she ever was or how she got there.

Jaime/Hermione

Genres: Romance/Angst

Fandom: Crossover between GOT and Harry Potter.

Rating: Borderline to M. High T for teen.

A/N: I'm trying my hand at another GOT and HP crossover, giving me a small break of writing my fanfic Rogue featuring Hermione and the Starks when I got this small idea in my head. I never saw anyone write about them in a pairing, and I'm like what the hell. It's a good challenge. If this story gets enough response I will continue it.

You're welcome to share your ideas with me about the story, through at this moment the fanfic has one plot, but I'm trying to but several together to make it much more interesting.

I do not and will not own HP or GOT. This fanfic is base off the GOT tv-show and small bits of the books not much. This is just a story on how Hermione met Jaime and how her life changed.

For One Small Moment

PROLOGUE

'Love is the most beautiful thing to have, hardest thing to earn and the most painful thing to lose.' –Unknown

She was falling. She knew she was. She felt nothing beneath her own body. She couldn't even feel anything around her either, and when she tried to open her eyes to give her a sense of awareness, they refused to even blink.

She remembered a flash of bright green that brush over her body, brush over her very own soul and then she know nothing. She felt nothing. She see nothing else and all she heard was silence.

She wanted to scream and shout at anyone willing to listen, anyone who was willing to help her, but the muscles in her body refused to move. She was failing. She noted once more in her hazy mind.

It won't be long now till she feel something hard beneath her, something that can make her see that everything was okay, that she was fine. That she has nothing to worry about.

She wondered silently in the abyss what was her name. Who was she? How old was she? What happened? Why couldn't she move or open her own two eyes? Then she felt it. The solid ground that she craved. Something solid and strong to tell her she was alive and safe.

This was how he found her. That one sunny morning at the out skirts of Casterly Rock. On the side of the King's Hallway, or Road that he often called it. She was such a fragile little thing clinging for life and he just couldn't ride passed her on his horse and just leave her there for the animals or even the ravens to feed upon.

The girl was stained with blood. Her clothes was strange and appeared to be rumpled and torn, but there was no other sign that she was even raped which was very common for a girl her age travelling by herself with no guard on her own.

Then he wondered who she was. On how she got here and why she was alone. Jaime Lannister never really took home strays, he just left them with someone else, but for some unknown reason, he couldn't just let this girl go. Leave her here to die in the harsh weather of the sun.

Jaime picked bride-style and settled her firmly on his horse. It was hard to do, because she was apparently knocked out. She shown no movement other than her hollow breathing that she was even alive.

He rushed to Casterly Rock. The childhood home of his and his twin sister who was currently at King's Landing betrothed to the King. The mere thought of that brought bad taste in his mouth.

He didn't know why he was so gentle with this human girl in his arms. He couldn't even let her go when he summoned a Maester to check over her well-being, but he forced himself to do so hesitating. His staff wanted answers and he knew his father will gain word of this incident, but he couldn't just bring himself to forsake this poor weak creature that was now laying in the other room next to him being healed.

He felt his hands began to shake with a tremor. On how far he had fallen. He wasn't a knight. He wasn't her knight in shining armor. When she get better, he would just simply send her on her very way, after contacting her house. He decided loosely to himself. There was no way he need to get attach to someone at this moment that could easy be torn away from his hands by his father or even his beautiful sister.

He stood outside the door of the room for about hours before he finally got word on the strange woman's condition. She was suffering from a knot on the head, a few faint bruises and also stained with scars, but she will be fine with bed rest soon enough.

He was allowed to see her. Bloody, he was the current Lord of Casterly Rock. He was allow to do anything in his castle and when he walked next to the bed and she was covered and tucked in heavy blankets he felt his own heart tug against his chest.

The woman looked paler than he had brought her here to rest, but her breathing had gotten back to normal. She had long bushy brown haired that reached her shoulders. It made her not beautiful but pretty in her own way. That was when she blinked.

Her eyes flashed opened and then staring into his emerald green eyes. She had the most beautiful brown eyes that he had ever seen. He felt like he could get lost within them the first few moments. Then he turned away, she opened her small pink pale lips to speak.

No sound left her lips at first and her eyes stared at him in both dear and worry, but also tiredness.

"Where am I?" She asked at long last. Her voice reached into his head; "At Casterly Rock." He replied to her question curious when she looked at him even more confused about his answer. She never heard such a place before in her life.

"I'm Jaime Lannister and you are?" He then offered his name. His voice slowly sooth her fears down. There was a moment of silence between the two. The woman looked lost. He felt his own heart reached for her for a moment, for that one small moment.

"I don't know…I can't remember…" She muttered to herself feeling so lost and then she looked up at him once more with those brown eyes that he found himself quickly getting fond over.

"I…I think I'm called Hermione….Hermione Granger."