She hadn't planned for this. Then, she could say that about half her life and every adventure she has had. Hermione Granger, eighteen and tired of adventures and cleaning up after her male friends - that's what she thought on the day she has taken employment with ministry. No more adventures, no more near death moments, only peaceful life with boring papers.
It is only with in a month she got bored. Thus, she decided to intern with department of mysteries. Make up for the past loss, she told authorities. It is the veil she had most interest in, it is the veil she had researched about. When she solved all the runes of the veil, she couldn't believe what she found. Instead of a portal to death, the veil is portal to other worlds, including nether world.
While it's connected to nether world most of times, it is not their nether world it is always connected to. Thus, one can predict the times when it's connected to mortal world. She did not tell the ministry though. She simply realized all the other people coming before her have reached same conclusion and kept the veil as their last resort for an escape if one is ever needed.
In a remarkably slytherin maneuver, Hermione also did not reveal this information to ministry. Who knows what another Umbridge or Darklord can do with the information? How ever, one can not un-know such piece of information. Thus, with out realizing her self, she started to plan for a journey through the veil. She created a better bag with better unlimited extension charm.
She filched one of the over the top tents from the tents ministry's confiscated items. While she was at it, she also acquired a flying carpet. Who knows, the land might be too dangerous. One day, she thought and started collecting books, items and various knick-knacks. How ever, she had always been of the opinion the proverbial 'one day' is after forty years or so, when children of hers had children.
Oh, how wrong she had been. After department of Mysteries, she interned with saint Mungos. She hadn't realized Lavender brown is one of the patients, nor had she known Ron visited her with such dedication. She hadn't realized for a long time what whispers and sly glances meant, for she had been subjected to the same for her entire life as Harry potter's friend. Then, she heard two of the gossiping nurses.
Of how Hermione Granger is being played. How she is the dumbest woman for all her smarts. Hermione, for her part, believed in Ron. It is hard not to, for what ever hearsay is, they went through thick and thin, though he had been absent for lot of that 'thin', yet he was there in the end. The bond that forms between such people is strong, a pretty face alone can not break such bond.
It is then she saw them interacting. She borrowed invisibility cloak from Harry, lied to Ron and did a stake out in Lavender's room. Lavender had been gouged by a werewolf, her face is full of scars. Hermione suddenly felt ashamed for what she is doing, was just about to leave but her departure is blocked by Ron's arrival.
She could not forget what happened next.
"I will not ask you to come to me Ron. Once upon a time, when I was but a girl, I thought friends disposable compared to lovers, but not any more. I now understand why you couldn't leave Hermione. I understand why you chose her over me. I believe it's time to let us go." she said, with tears in her eyes.
Hermione is shocked to see tears on Ron's cheeks. Does he like Lavender this much? Then what the hell is he doing with her?
Ron could only nod in answer.
"Good bye, Lavender." he said.
He turned to leave, then whirled around and kissed Lavender. Ugly disfigured Lavender. He never kissed her with such passion. Yes, with desire, but not such passion. Then Ron and Lavender parted, with heartbroken expressions on their faces.
It is not then she has decided to leave. Hermione Granger is not that impulsive. She put Ron who came home drunken beyond belief to bed thinking tomorrow he will be better. After all, what ever their reasons may be, Ron and Lavender are no more. No, it is when a month passed and Ron shew no signs of recovering she knew she had to leave.
She collected half the books from Ministry's forbidden and confiscated section. She has stolen a great deal of artifacts, any thing and every thing she could think of. She acquired all the books pertaining to muggle technology she could gather, enough stuff to survive under water, over water and in the sky if needed. After all, one could never take enough precautions.
Then the day arrived. The Veil will connect to a mortal word for all of five minutes in the night. Hermione sent all of her letters by owl post and stepped through the veil. She dearly hoped the continent she is going to had people in it. The first thing she noticed is water. Whole lot of water, flowing so forcefully, it's hard to even move a hand.
If she hadn't had as much swimming practice as she had, she would have drowned even with all her magic. As such, she barely managed to throw a bubble head charm on her self after gulping bellyful of water. She swam through the tide to the bank only to be met with the bewildered stare of a young girl.
"What are you wearing?" the girl asked her disbelievingly.
Hermione looked down at her clothing. Jeans and sweats. She did not look that weird. She looked back at the girl, then realization dawned on her. She is in some kind of medieval world. Telling her she is a witch is out of question. Perhaps, she should make a friend of the girl, though girls never responded well to her.
"Nice to meet you. I am Hermione. Who are you?" she asked politely, disregarding her hair dripping with water and her soaked through clothing.
"Roslin. Roslin Frey." the small girl in front of her answered her. She's a mousy little thing with downy brown hair on her head.
"Hello, Roslin. It's nice to meet you." Hermione said, making the girl smile wide like christmus had come early.
It is later she learned why her greeting made Roslin so happy. She is daughter of a lord who made weasley's look like they are following strict family planning. Her elder sisters are mean to her, she is bullied a bit. Hermione promptly ensured her that she is her long lost sister with a confundus.
Over the next few days, it's a series of confundus for the Freys. By the end of it all, almost all of them thought Hermione is Roslin's elder sister, living away at her mother's place for they offered to raise her. She also learned about the place she is in, which is called westeros. She wondered at times if she is abusing her magic, but discarded that notion soon. She is not harming any one, only living among them peacefully. What they did not know will not hurt them.
She is amazed to find dragons are tamed here. In her world, they are almost wild and never tamed. Then she heard of young wolf and her sister's possible betrothal with him. The stories went from wild to unimaginable, but as a witch, she was able to surmise there is definitely some thing magical about Robb Stark.
It is to confirm that she set out to meet Robb Stark. She took fifty of guards with her, the men who were too young or too chicken to leave first time around, but for what ever reason decided they want to join the war now. The situation is chaotic when she reached the camp. They had taken Crag, one of the fortresses in so called westerlands. The battle is successful but the king went missing.
Deciding she may as well help now that she is here, Hermione Joined the search. It's a child's play to use point me and find him. If only what she found is fit for children's eyes. She found young wolf, in bed, wrapped in enough bandages to show he has been a hair breadth away from death and a naked girl, to show that did not stop him from fucking a girl.
It is then he opened her eyes. Hermione felt as if she is struck by a lightning. The only reason she has been as kept together as she did is because there is nothing around here that reminded her of old world. But Robb Stark, he is embodiment of all the betrayal she faced with blazing red hair and those blue blue eyes.
The girl besides him stirred. Hermione would have done nothing had the girl looked a wee bit different. She looked exactly like a Lavender with brown hair, exact same shade of hazel eyes and only far prettier. Hermione walked away with out saying a word. She was sure had she stayed a moment longer, she would have done some thing she will regret.
So, when she heard Robb Stark is contemplating marrying the girl, she burned with anger. She wasn't ignorant of enough to not know her anger is directed at the wrong people in wrong place, yet she burned with indignity. She may not have done this had the wound been a little less raw. She has left behind an entire world she loved to face a replica of same thing in another world. Ron and Lavender she might have left alone, for one is a dear friend, other a brave comrade in arms. She had no such compunctions towards Robb Stark and Jeyne Westerling.
Thus, Hermione decided to intervene. She arrived at Robb Stark's suite just as the last lord is leaving the room.
"Lady Frey" they nodded at her.
By now, she is so used to being called that, she just nodded her head with out thinking.
"Perhaps you can talk some sense in to your grace." big Jon, Umber that is, nodded at her and left.
"Your grace." she greeted him.
Robb Stark looked contrary and impatient. She ruled out using magic. He looked to be too athletic, his will too strong. She got one chance if using magic, it didn't look like she will make a hit. She dearly hoped her plan B will work, for if it didn't, she must resort to using magic and face all the consequences.
"Please remember the promise you gave my Father before you go ahead with this, your majesty. You will be known as the king who broke his word." Hermione said pleadingly.
She did not expect him to listen. He, as expected, did not.
"Rather a man who breaks word than a man who dishonors maidens, my lady." he told her.
Time to play card two.
"What if I were to tell you there is a way you can keep your honor, as well as word, your grace?" she asked.
Robb Stark stopped in his tracks, staring at her unblinkingly. Hermione waited for some time.
"Well?" he prompted impatiently.
Hermione slowly started opening buttons of her gown. Robb Stark looked alarmed.
"What are you doing?" he said moving as if to stop her.
"Not what you are imagining, your grace." she told him.
She opened top part of her gown, showing him the curse scar between her breasts, while keeping them covered. She looked up only to realize Robb is looking away.
"You can look, I am decent." she called out to him.
He looked at her hesitatingly, averted his eyes quickly. Then as if he realized what she is showing, he looked back at her.
"How?! How could you survive that?" he asked looking at the scar in a shocked manner.
"I will not. I will not survive this, that is." she told him.
"I don't see how this relates to Jeyne and I." he said looking up at her face.
Hermione sighed. Seems he is a little slower than she expected. She will have to spell it out to him.
"I am a Lady Frey on death bed, your grace. This wound, while missing my heart, is too close to it. My days are numbered. Marry me now, make a promise to Lady Westerling that you will Marry her upon my death. You will keep your promise to Lord Frey, keep your honor as well." she told him.
Robb looked as if he wanted to kill her on the spot, but the logic of what she said had reached him. He hated her for stealing his chance of marrying Jeyne. It did not take long for him to take the decision. After all, it wouldn't do for Lady Frey to die before she can marry the king, thus the marriage is carried out post haste.
The assembled Lords are just happy that their king is not marrying enemy. Hermione demanded Jeyne and her sister be her handmaidens, thus both of them will be following her along with their brother. Oliver has given her to the king at wedding, he couldn't have been prouder at any other time. Hermione had been an only child, as much as Harry liked her, it some how felt less than what a real sibling would feel.
In Oliver Frey's mind, Hermione is his true born sister, thus he treated her the only way a sibling would. She decided she liked the feeling and having siblings around. It was him who kept the men away from her during bedding, which she wouldn't have known about if not for him. She kept her wand in her hair, along with her pouch, which she hid under the hairdo.
Robb, for his part looked shell shocked when he laid his eyes upon her during her bridal walk. It seems he thought of her as nothing more than girl with wild brown hair and muddy dress. Her cosmetics are better, after the war, she has perfected her dress up skills even more. She brought her wedding dress with her. It's funny that she is getting married to another red haired blue eyed boy, only, she is other woman this time.
She put on a ruby and sapphire necklace she had transfigured on her neck, with crystals in her hair. She even made a snow flake circlet to be placed upon her hair when wedding is done. Jeyne is in attendance, as is her mother. Lady sybel has raised hell when she realized it will not be Jeyne Robb is marrying, but Hermione handled her. Nastily, if one might add. What can one say? Sybel Westerling reminded her too much of Umbridge and Hermione Granger is vicious when mood struck her despite her goody two shoes reputation. It's half the reason any and all girls in Hogwarts left her alone. You simply don't pick a fight with Hermione Granger if you want to sleep peacefully in the night.
The bedding is one strange ceremony. Hermione's dress is torn to pieces, she is carried to Robb in nothing but her bra and underpants. She thanked gods she had the good sense to wear pretty but modest ones rather than the sexy ones. Robb was already in the chamber, looking a bit clue less. He gulped when he saw her. Am I that frightening? Hermione wondered. She did not think her scars are that bad, neither did she think she is that ugly.
"We must go through with this, my lady." Robb told her apologetically. Then it struck Hermione. He is thinking the act will kill her. For a moment, she is dumb struck by his innocence. She smiled at him. She initially thought she will use one of weasley's weeses to make him think they fucked, but she changed her mind. If she is going to play the other woman, she may as well play the part to the tee.
She walked to him hips swaying, or at least she hoped it's that sexy walk. She stopped in just the distance to embrace him. Robb gulped again.
"I can not in good conscience make love to you knowing you die." he told her halting her. Hermione is disappointed he could still talk after her sexy walk, but she always liked a challenge. She is starting to understand why people become evil. There is nothing that compares to this feeling of power over people. She leaned in, her breasts barely brushing his torso.
"You got it wrong, Young wolf. It will be I who fucks you tonight, not the other way around." she told him.
She almost immediately could feel the effect of her words on him. She has forgotten he is a teenage boy with all this kingly business. Guess they are the same in any world. Hermione smiled to her self. She is going to have fun and a lot of it at that.
"But first you must close your eyes." she told him.
She led him to his bed, undoing his bandages.
"no peeking." she told him, tying a blindfold on his eyes. Robb looked like a boy let loose in candy store. She laughed to her self. He must be imagining some thing so dirty now, just as boys almost always do.
She undid his bandages first. She could physically feel his disappointment.
"What are you doing?" he asked curiously.
"Your bandages must be changed. I may be dying, your grace, not much different can be said about your wounds as well." she said.
She accio'd dittany.
"what did you say?" he asked.
"dittany. It's a disinfecting solution, much like boiling wine, only it doesn't hurt." Hermione explained. She packed enough to last a life time for her, she may as well heal him. The smell of blood will be a turn off.
Robb liked the feeling of what ever Hermione is doing. It felt a bit like ice being rubbed on a open wound, like a burning, followed by absence of pain. Hermione thanked gods for her intern time at saint mungos. She eventually realized she just did not have enough tolerance of stupidity to make it as a healer, but it did give her a good idea of how to heal.
It has taken Robb's moan for Hermione to come out of her thoughts. Here she is, on her wedding night, in her underwear, healing her husband and doing naught else. She smiled at the irony. It seems to be her fate to be near people who are permanently in danger. Though this time around, it has been her decision that brought her here.
She leaned back and observed her work. All of Robb's wounds healed with out even a scar. As the specific areas slowly faded out her husband's body came in to focus, Hermione gulped. Ron had been athletic, as such had enough stamina. How ever, he had not had the sculpted look of Robb's naked body. Sitting here, in fire light, Robb looked like a god.
That night, she has let any and all of her restraints go completely. There's no one here to impress here with her grades, no populace to prove her worth. So, she bedded her husband, time and again, then allowed him to do the same. She could only smile to her self when she woke to Robb's lips on her neck and his need poking in to her behind.
wrote this piece for no other reason than stress relief. This is most probably going to be mary sue & AU.