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: This chapter is a bit more action than the others. Now we have a huge sinister plot in this one. There is some Cersei interaction with Hermione along with some Tyrion and Ron. I think I did this okay, well decent. It was hard for me to write, but this chapter is a huge wakeup to Hermione.

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Don't Blink

CHAPTER THREE

Poisoned

Harry and Ginny both left in the next few days leaving both Hermione an Ron behind making them promise to write every now and then or let them know if anything went wrong or needed any help. The entire household staff of House Lannister had all stood outside and say their goodbyes watching the carriage that hold Lady Ginny and the horse that hosted Lord Granger faded in the background.

Hermione started to feel the small bouts of loneness entered her but she shook those feelings away, convincing herself that Ron was still there and even if he wasn't like sweet and understanding Harry or the fire-cracker tomboyish Ginny, Ron was simply enough. Once there was no trail or trace of Lord Granger's departure, the house staff slowly formed back into their duties.

Lord Tywin Lannister bid Hermione a good day, along with Jaime before they both left to the study to discuss the upcoming war or whatever they been secretive about; leaving both Ceseri and Tyrion, her betroth behind.

Tyrion left the two women to themselves before retiring to his chambers deep in thought.

"Father, appointed me to help you, with your upcoming wedding." Cersei spoke to Hermione when everyone left the entrance of the castle. Hermione nodded her head; "I be glad to have your help then." Ceseri glanced at the brown-haired girl that was going to be her future sister in law.

"We must choose food, decorations and even music. We have little time for otherwise."

The two of them planned out the food for the next four complete hours much to their obvious displeasure. Hermione wondered why they must have a huge wedding. She rather a small one, but Cersei was pushing on a huge wedding that contains both their families together. House Lannister were completely larger than House Granger.

Ron looked bored out of his own mind within the first thirty minutes of just standing there and watch them flit over the food.

A maid a few years younger than Hermione walked into the room with a tray of freshly made tea. She quickly fix two cups, one for Hermione and the other to Ceseri with both milk, sugar and honey. The maid avoided looking at them. When she finished fixing their tea, Hermione smiled and thanked the maid, who strangely dash out of the room with the tray.

When the planning for food had been done and set. The food should house over 200 guests much to Hermione's shock; Cersei excused herself from the tea-room leaving Hermione with her thoughts. It was tiresome planning out the wedding that she wasn't even going to have and it gave her a lot of relief that Cersei left. Now it's time to look for clues about the so called famous Jewel.

Hermione done what she always done best.

She looked for the library. Casterly Rock surely must have one somewhere and she was determined to find it. Even through she was going there to look for clues, it was also a huge reminder of her back home. Where she used to spend hours in the library at Hogwarts just reading anything she could get her own hands with. The walk through the castle was very pleasant and she passed up many servants along the way. She even greeted some of them kindly, much to their surprised.

It took her about twenty minutes of walking and turning when she finally found the library, and she was surprised that Ron kept quiet this long behind her then he spoke, she thought too soon.

"Aw Mione, not again. Why here?" Ron complained, his so called love of libraries showed in his voice.

"Because this is less likely going to get us any attention, Ronald." Hermione scowled at her best friend.

The library was huge, but not as big as the one back in her time. Well at Hogwarts. There were rolls of shelves and tables outline the room. The only light that the room had was coming to the only large window in the far back making the room very dim.

Ron could just lit up the candles on the table to give her some light. Hermione mused and then she dived into stack after stack of books in the library. She scowled angry, realizing that they weren't really categorized. Those monsters! She found book after book about Westeros.

She also found book after book about old wars and battles that raged the land. She also found books about the Great Houses and even about the country across the Narrow Sea called Dorne.

Ron tried to help. She give him credit for that but he only brought her books about tales of Dragon of old and the only dragons that are being alive, real dragons were currently at King's Landing. Hermione shivered at the thought of meeting those said dragons in the near future.

She searched for a bout another hour and finally came across a journal. It was a very old journal with a leather bind and it looked like it been a couple of decades old by the old dust yellow pages. The journal had a picture of a Lion and a huge picture of a Ruby on top of the cover. This gave her some hint.

So she popped herself down at the table. Ron lit the candle with a quick of his wand before he returned it inside his armor. The two friends stayed like that till Hermione finished the tenth entry, coming with nothing, only talks about the finding of House Lannister. She was only thirty pages in when she found herself slowly drifting away. Her body starting to feel very weak.

Her throat starting to dry, and a huge lump was starting to form down slowly suffocating. Her brown eyes widened in pain. She was choking! Choking sounds escaped her lips alerting Ron.

"Mione!? Mione!" He called shaking her, not sure what's going on with her, but knowing something awful was happening.

Hermione felt fear. Fear punched her in her stomach. Her blood starting to boil. What the hell was happening? And then she knew, the time with Cersei, the time she took a drank of her tea with the woman. The maid that avoided looking at her eyes while pouring the warm liquid.

She been poisoned.

"R-Ron. P-poison" She choked. Ron barely heard her took out his wand and with huge uncertainty, he started to do a few charms that he haven't even practice before.

He summoned water in mid-air without a goblet. It was cold and fresh and soon Hermione drunk the water down trying to dilate whatever it was in her system. She knew it was hopeless. It would only slow it down and she was still choking! Panicking, and with the last bit of her strength she took out her own wand and with a choking sob and a piercing scream.

She flew into a quick abyss.

Blood.

It had been so long since she was in any real danger that she had been so carefree here. Someone wanted her dead. Someone wanted to get rid of her.

Cersei. Her thought paused but it couldn't be. It would be too obvious. It was the maid. That scared maid that quickly dash away after pouring her tea. She will have her head. Hermione determined in a haze, but she knew she wasn't the mastermind.

She was coming back. She could feel everything move around her in slow motion. She felt so light-headed and then she heard strange voices.

"She's been poisoned."

"Obviously, will she be okay?"

There was a pause of silence.

"She should have died, Sir Ronald. The amount that she digressed. She should have died within the first three minutes even through you tried to dilate the poison."

Hermione couldn't move. Her body refused to lift a single finger. It was like being in an episode of the Twilight Zone. She could hear them, but she couldn't see or feel.

The weight against her throat had lifted. She was no longer choking, but yet she knew that she was very weak.

"All we can do to help her is to let her rest, Sir Ronald." The unfamiliar man spoke to her best friend.

Ron didn't respond and she could hear footsteps leave just away from her. No one spoke for a few minutes and she felt the bed or whatever she was on leaned down hard.

"I'm so sorry Mione." She heard Ron spoke. Tiredness laced his voice along with guilt.

"I promised that I'll protect you and then you go off and got yourself poisoned. When I find out who done this, I will stab my sword through it's heart myself." Ron said darkly, holding her hand within his.

The Maestor had just left Hermione's chambers when Tyrion stopped him with a concern looked on his face. He had just gotten news from one of his servants that Lady Hermione had fallen ill suddenly and from what rumors been told, from poisoning.

He was shock.

Who would do such a thing against Lady Hermione? She wasn't much or any of a threat at all. Then he remembered the strange talk that he had with his father earlier today. That Tyrion will thanked him soon enough. That talk gave him a few questions and Tywin actually told him this just a few hours before Hermione gotten ill. Just after Hermione and Ceseri went off and choosing food for their wedding.

The maester looked down at him with a look of pity,

"All that can help her, mi'lord is rest. She been poisoned about a huge amount of The Strangler."

"And she's still breathing?" Tyrion suddenly, spoke surprised.

"It's a miracle mi'lord. Sir Ronald is currently giving her company. The lad refused to leave her chambers. I don't blame him. This happened on his watch." The maester said, giving Tyrion a small farewell returning to his duties to the wounded in the castle leaving the young lord to his thoughts.

Someone attempted Lady Granger's life. That person will soon realize the attempt failed and will be making another move to secure her death.

He would just have to assign more guards to Sir Ronald and assign both a food and drink taster while he's at it. Tyrion entered Hermione's chambers and his eyes automatically found her lifeless form that was currently in bed under many sheets. Her hand was clasped within Sir Ronald and he almost questioned their relationship exactly.

Sir Ronald noticing movement at the door, he caught the Imp's glance with a huge glare. His guard was up, and he's going to be even more overprotective over his charge after this incident. Tyrion expected that at once.

"Relax, I'm just here to check up on her. I just got news on what happened." Tyrion said reassuring the knight he meant no harm to the lifeless woman in bed.

Sir Ronald still looked at him with mistrust but he didn't voice it. He just kept quiet.

Tyrion caught a better look at the young woman in bed. She looked so weak and much more fragile than the last he saw her. There was a tiny cut across her neck. Just a scratch and he wondered where that came from seeing it wasn't there earlier.

The woman that showed him so much kindness was now lying here waiting for death to claim her. He almost felt like throwing up at the sight.

"It's your fault you know." Sir Ronald spoke this time with anger. His hand held Hermione's very tight.

"I beg your pardon?"

"No one ever attempted her life till she became your betroth." Ron snarled and for once Tyrion couldn't find anything wrong with his accusations. This was his fault.