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: Thank you all for the wonderful support, reviews and favorites and now a bit or warning, the story will go much faster now since the meeting with Cersei and Hermione's realization of her own feelings.
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 EIGHT
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
-Mahatma Gandhi
My dearest Jaime,
I'm writing to you to express that I'm doing well and I'm sorry for my behavior the last I visit. It had been two months and I have wedded. I'm much sad that you're unable to attend the wedding, but I understand that Father need you to stay at Casterly Rock at the moment.
The reason why I'm writing, is very important. I miss you my brother. In nine moon cycles I will be with child. The King's and mine first born. I know you know the truth of the reason by now even when you're reading this and I hope that only your hand is reading this letter.
I have asked the King to appoint you to the king's guard. Father wouldn't be able to object to this. It will be like old times.
I will await for your reply, soon my brother.
Yours, Cersei.
The letter almost dropped from his hand. His right hand began to shake. His lungs started to tightened and his chest started to pain. His vision started to blackened. He took a few steps in a stumble before he regained his balance.
'It can't be. She can't imply it. She must have slept with the King. She must have. It wasn't his.'
Jaime desperately, trying to convince himself that this isn't real. This wasn't the truth, but he knew that this wasn't a lie. He can feel it deep within his gut.
His worst nightmare came to light all because he had been so careless. He began to tear the letter into shards within his hands, not risking for anyone else to read.
The pieces of the letter fell to the floor in a heap, as he stared down at the harp of pieces, he also felt his own life starting to end.
He has a son.
A son he can't obvious acknowledge as his own. A son he had to look after as a nephew instead while watching another man taking care of him. He didn't want to bear any children. He couldn't even think of bringing a child in this world.
Jaime Lannister felt even more disgusted with himself even know, when all he ever wanted to do was just go to Hermione for comfort, instead of just dying under a rock somewhere.
Flashes.
Hermione saw flashes. It was fast and very vivid. She desperately, clinging onto those images with her dear life. It was colorful and she often saw flashes of bright red.
The figures of people flashing across her eye-lids. She knew deep down that these was a huge key of her locked past. The person she was and supposed to be. The reason why she can do…magic. Maybe she will finally know why she was here in the first place.
She didn't seen Jaime today, he had been somewhat avoiding her for a while when she realized what he was doing a few days after Tyrion had left for the capital a few days ago.
She felt very alone with no one to confine to. Tyrion told her that she's always welcome to visit him in the future and also to write to him. Her very first friend. The person in this place that know her more than her own self. He was the one that guessed her own feelings for the host. The host who had been so kind to her in her stay.
There was a knock on her door and Hermione found herself smiling, and hoping it was him. Her brave knight. The moment she opened the door the smile on her face fell into a worry frown.
Standing in front of her was a broken shell of a man that always held himself so high. The emotion betrayed his eyes as he looked at her with sorrowful eyes. His hands was shaking uncontrollably, and he was dressed in very casual clothes. Clothes that he shouldn't be wearing in front of her own eyes in this time era.
He looked so broken.
He didn't say a word. He didn't have to, and Hermione swept him into a very huge embrace. His shoulders slumped within her embrace and soon she can hear small bouts of tears. The sound breaking her own heart. Something so horrible was able to bring the man that she love down onto his knees.
Hermione didn't bother with any titles. This wasn't a place or need to be formal. He needed someone. A friend, a person to hold his hand and tell him everything will be alright without judgement.
"Shhh, Jaime. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here." She didn't pressure him what happened. All she knew was that she have to help him. To comfort him and to protect him.
He stiffened upon hearing his name from her pale lips.
"Oh my Hermione. I'm a monster." He sobbed. Everything that's happening slamming down onto his shoulder with much more force than earlier.
He felt so helpless. So weak. He buried his face onto her chest.
"I don't want to go." He uttered muffed. Something sharp cut through Hermione stomach like a blade of his own confession.
"Jaime," She spoke softly, pulling away from the broken man. Her hand brush over his cheek softly, tilting his head up so his eyes would met her fierce brown orbs.
"Jaime Lannister. You're the most wonderful kind man that I ever met and you should never think you're a monster. Ever." She told him sternly, with a strong steady voice hoping to reach him in his own darkness.
