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: Whew here's another chapter and Ceseri just arrived. This chapter is rated low M. The sexual scene is not too graphic. I don't have the ability to write smut or lemons. It was hard writing about incest. x.x so I'm a bit detach writing it, but this chapter is the changing point. XD

I do not and will not own GOT or HP. I just own the plot and my original characters in the story. You're welcome to send any ideas or even feedback to me

CHAPTER FIVE

It's okay to be scared. Being scared means you're about to do something really, really brave. –Unknown

She knew that she shouldn't be out of bed. That she should be resting, but she didn't feel tire at all anymore. The stars that shined outside her window glow highly above, shining brightly and she could see the faint outline of the moon. It was full tonight.

War.

She must have been in one in her life. Then she wanted to see him again. She wanted to hear his voice, see his smile and even feel his touch. She felt something twisted inside her gut. Something wrenched and cold.

She didn't know why she felt the need to lean on him. She didn't know why she so desperately needed to see him. The way he says her name made everything seem to be okay, that she was okay, that everything was fine.

She saw a few carriages outside the castle along with a long line of horses. Was that Tyrion? No...it looked much more defined and very guarded. The carriage door opened and a woman with long golden haired reached her mid-back stepped out. Then she saw him.

The person her heart somewhat longs for, he knelled in front of the woman, flashing her a smile. She could see it this far in her chambers. He was so bright. He took her hand softly, and brush his lips over the back of the woman's palm.

The woman beamed at him with a huge smile and Hermione thought she was watching a huge play being preform in front of her. Then Tyrion, Jaime's younger brother walked beside them and the woman beaming smile dropped into a deep scowl. The tension between the two was very obvious but Tyrion didn't seem to mind.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, she couldn't even lip read their lips, but she felt her eyes drawn once more to him. He seemed so different and she couldn't place a finger on it. It was like he's wearing a carefully, made custom mask, like the one he wore around Tyrion and her.

Servants dashed around them in a hurry, gathering up the woman's belongings from the horses and the other carriage that just rode up to them.

The woman glanced up at Casterly Rock, behind Jaime but she didn't see her, didn't see the woman who stared at them from the window.

He took his time with Cersei. Once her chambers was up to date and then an hour later she snuck inside his own room. Her hands slid under his clothes. The golden armor laid forgotten on the table by the unused fire place.

His back slammed into the wall and her body flushed against his, taking his mouth into hers gleefully, "I miss this. I miss you my Jaime." Cersei uttered between kisses against his mouth and down to his neck. He returned her kisses, but he felt something deep cringing whenever her lips touched any part of his body.

He felt guilt.

He didn't know why. He felt like he was being very decientfully, he felt like this was so wrong now and in the past he felt this was right. He love her. He love his beautiful twin, and when her hand finally touched his lower stomach brushing coy against his flush skin, he forced back the feelings of guilt.

It had been so long since he done this. It had been months that she was in his arms like this, "What about your soon-to-be husband." He found himself restorted between her touches and kisses. She kissed him on his ear so softly, he could feel her breath against his skin.

He didn't shiver. He didn't tremble, the moment was gone and her touches became even less. He found relief in this, a small part of him does.

"You know, he will never replace you." Then she slammed her lips down onto his, bruising. Then he let go, he couldn't help himself. His mind was cloudy, and in a haze and soon he slipped off the garments that she wore and she stood before him bare.

She helped him out of his own clothes and for a moment he wondered if he would soon regret this in the morning.

He pressed her back against the wall of his chambers, her legs wrapped around his waist and soon with one quick movement, he felt her. A groan escaped his lips, the two embrace, soft moans left his sister's lips and then he starting to come undone. Then he groaned the name that sealed his fate and the fate of the unware woman in the other room that was ill.

"Hermione."

The name of another woman left his lips without much thought and he felt Ceseri's body flinched. It wasn't her name that he cried out during passion. It wasn't her name but some other whore.

Jerking away, from Jaime, she slapped him hard across the face. Tears and pain beaming in her cold eyes that shot him. He felt guilt, even more. He wanted to reach out to his twin and tell her it was a mistake. That he didn't mean to speak that name. That name means nothing, but he just couldn't bring the words out of his lips.

"Who is she?"

He didn't respond but instead he turned away from her, not having the strength to look at her anymore. His body went rigid, and she repeated her question once more, this time louder demanding an answer, but he just couldn't.