Summary: Everyone has a soul-mate. When a witch turns 18, they're automatically progressed in finding their other-half, but how far will Hermione go to find hers? Crossover. TWO CHAPTERS. Hermione/Robb Stark

A/N: Hello everyone. I had given a poll on my profile and to my surprise a lot of people like me to write a Robb/Hermione fanfiction. So here it is. This story will be short, about two chapter's total. :)

In this short story, the events that happened in GOT will be somewhat switch in time and place. Otherwise everything is the same

I do not and will not own both Harry Potter and Games of Thrones

I just own my own plot and my own original characters.

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"Time is an illusion."
― Albert Einstein

SOUL-MATES

I

In the total of two months after her birthday, Ginny Weasley had founded her soul-mate. One Harry James Potter and they were wedded just a week later in a small family get-to-gather. Hermione watched the happy couple across the room dancing while drinking half a glass of wine.

Since the war was over, The Ministry had declared a new law to gather more wizards or witches, the former had perish in the war by Voldemort's hand. When a witch turned eight-teen, the day after, she will be brought before the Minster of Magic and be placed by a simple spell that would locate the right person for the witch to reproduce with.

Once found, they must be married soon and have their first child within a year. Failure to comply, will be three years in jail and a very heathy fine.

You would have thought being one of the Golden Trio would have exempt Hermione from the law, but it really didn't and so here she was, sitting at her best-friend wedding two years too late to find her own soul-mate.

Hermione remembered the day well, when the spell was placed under her and everyone waited, just waited, but there was no obvious sign of who it was. Her soul-mate. Everyone would have assumed it was Ron, but was surprised a year later when Lavender Brown announced who was her soul-mate with a high shriek.

A soft slow music played overhead, a few people crowded around her table talking and laughing, mostly Ginny's long-distance relatives.

There was a time when all Hermione really cared about was really books and rules. Her younger self had thrived over them, even picking them over company…but now, with the minster banging on her back door, she really have no choice but to listen.

Hermione felt a wave of anger rushing up before biting it back down. Why must she married? Why must she give birth like she was some baby making machine when she was one of the few who saved their sorry arses against the Dark Lord?

Without her, Harry would have failed and the world would be in ashes.

Hermione heard a small giggle next to her, and Ron sat himself down next to her, pulling his fiancé onto his laps who had giggled loudly gaining attention.

Brown send her a nasty glare, her arms around Ron's neck. Sending her the message that she won. That he was hers, but in all of Hermione's opinion, she can keep him. Brown had never really forget about when Ron called Hermione's name instead of hers in the hospital wing so many years ago.

"Hullo, Mione, having fun?" Ron spoke very light-hearted. Brown gave her a small greeting. Hermione avoided looking at the two of them.

"I rather be in the library doing something more productive-"

Ron rolled his eyes at his best-friend words. That was Hermione, always obsessed over books and never on anything social. He was actually surprised that he had a crush on her for so many years. They were total opposites!

The music beginning to die down, when Harry pulled himself away from his smiling bride and onto the stage ready to make his speech.

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She arrived home no more than three hours later with a nasty headache. She turned on the lights and placed her coat over the rack by the door. Hermione threw herself onto her sofa with a loud sigh.

The place looked very dark and cold. Didn't really look very homey. It was just a place to return to sleep and eat. That was all this place was to her.

She often dreamt of someone….of meeting that special someone. What can one do? It was human nature to yearn for company, not being alone. Someone who understand her with a full heart. Her love for books and knowledge wouldn't run them off, but over two years of no sign of her soulmate, her faith was wearing thin. Maybe she wasn't meant to have one. Maybe her soul-mate had died during the war.

Everyone was only entitled to one, right?

There was then a bright vivid light. Hermione didn't know where it came from, but it blinded her from the start. Her head started to throb even more and her body beginning to feel like it was being pulled part one limb at time.

A painful gasp left her lips. Her vision started to fade and then, she knew no more. Darkness embraced her and she for once since the war, happily welcomed it.

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The war was taking a huge toll on Robb's defensives and he had barely managed to catch the famous Jaime Lannister. He had ordered his men to move out after catching, the Lannister who didn't made it easy. He had taken down a few of his good men.

Now, he was locked in the cage at the far end of the camp under three guards, striped of his armor or weapons.

All this started was when the damn Lannister's had taken his father prisoner….the King….and when they tried for his released, he was beheaded.

This fuel the men who had allied with his father and his family for many centuries and years to come by the oldest son of the Stark family, to take arms, to declare war upon the King, and of the Lannister's. He almost killed him, himself. Revenge, to send them a message, but the rational side took over and told him he was much better alive then dead.

Robb slammed his hands down on the table before him. The table was laced with the map of Westeros with the enemies and his men stations. There was nothing more they can do, now, except to send word to the King, for a ransom, well an exchange. Jaime Lannister's for his sisters. That was his intended goal but he haven't really voiced this to his men at the moment. He knew his mother have a very faint idea.

But….he shouldn't kid himself. He was joyful of their victory…but at what cost? The lives of his men….and his own life…the deal with Walder Frey….