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: Hi! Welcome to the next installment of the story. The story is picking up a bit, but this chapter is somewhat slow and I had to get it out of the way. X.x I'm not very proud with this chapter, but oh well, it's needed for the next chapter and for the wedding scene coming up soon. I have to read up on it x.x I never wrote a scene like that before. Anyway,

I do not and will not own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones. I just own my own plot and my own original characters.

Don't Blink

CHAPTER NINE

A plan that will certainly, embarrassed his father. A plan that will help him and also her in the long run. He felt a tiny disappointment deep within his heart. He guessed that he wished his father words wasn't true. That his time with Lady Granger wasn't all a lie.

In all honestly he actually starting to care for her. He was soon at Lady Granger's door with a small box in his hands. Ready to make his own offer.

Even through Hermione could easy escaped this castle with Ron and the Jewel; she felt some urge, something that compels her to stay, to tell him everything even through he could easy use the information against her.

Tyrion wasn't the sort to use brutal actions. He's mostly like a person that enjoyed playing chess and having an intelligent conservation. That he already proved to her in the past. Ron waited for her reply to Tyrion patiently, for once in his life.

Tyrion may be good at playing people like chess, and even through Hermione was really awful in the blasted game, she was actually good at outwitting her enemy.

She was not sure on how to file Tyrion in any category at the moment. He will be her soon to be husband, and yet the way he confronted her like this brought some admiration in her for the imp.

"I understand what you're coming from and I admire how you confronted me about this matter and I only expect that your lord father have the same doubts on my, on who we really are. It was only matter of time that one of you to have some doubts but I wished it was after the wedding."

She replied. Holding the Jewel tightly, in her grasp. She watched Tyrion gave her steady eye-contact. He wasn't going to back down. She was a piece on the chess board. On her own accord. Tyrion was another on the opposite team closing in on her and she have to protect her chess piece. The Queen from being check mated.

"I will not deny the fact that you find something off about my family and I. I will not even going to cock up some bull shit either, but I did not lie about my name. That is who I really am." Hermione finished.

There was silence between the three of them now. Ron hand still lingered on his sword hilt ready to draw, and to flee if needed. Then something strange happened.

His lips twitched up into a lopsided smirk. His eyes became very light-hearted. Relief reached up her chest at the reaction.

"A lady after my own heart I suppose." He chuckled; "We both need something from one another. I figured you need the Jewel and my father need your family resources and so, the wedding arrangement. You in need of the Jewel. The Jewel is old and a family heirloom the only thing, you can hope to do so it to sell it. I don't see why, if we will be wed. You will be wealthy, and so will your family." Tyrion took in a deep breathe, "Your reasons are your own. I propose a trade. The Jewel and for your hand in marriage. You will not run away before or days after our wedding." His eyes met hers finally, with his proposal.

Ron took a threatened step forward, but Hermione held him back with a wave of her hand.

"I know you have reasons in wanting my hand of marriage. I was knowledge you don't even want this between us in the first place. I agree with you my lord. Each have our own reasons. I agree with your terms." Hermione said, and Tyrion nodded his head.

"That's a wise choice-"

"Mione!" Ron cut him off angry, he took a few steps in front of him.

"Ronald." Hermione hissed giving her best mate one of her special glares, but that didn't affect him much at all. Only made him a bit angrier.

"No, Hermione. I'm tired of people taking advantage of us, of you. I know you have feelings, some feelings, but I cannot let you be blackmailed by him, or anyone for that matter. I will knock him out if needed and we can escape without any problem. I want to get home. We need to get home and the Jewel is the only thing that is important. Explain to Harry and Ginny, why we must delay if we have our hands on the Jewel already." Ron snapped.

Tyrion didn't seem to be at all surprised about the ginger-haired man emotional outburst, but he did wondered how he managed to stayed alive for so long with it.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Oh shut up, Ronald."

Tyrion eye brow raised at her sudden rude language.

"I agree to your terms. Like I said before." She stressed her last sentence to Ron. Who still don't believe her choice? In his eyes she's being very stupid, for once and that was something new.

This was a huge turning point in their quest. The quest for the Jewel and to the path back home. The turning point of Hermione's feelings for the Imp of the castle. Much to Ron's distrained.