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: Teen

A/N: Hello everyone, and I'm sadly to inform you all this is the last chapter of the story. x.x It's the epilogue.

I would like to thank everyone for liking this story, alert it and even review. It made me so happy, to know that. Thank you to those who had continued follow this from day one. It means a lot to me. Really.

Now, I do not and will not own HP or GOT. I just own this plot and some my own original characters.

Just For One Moment

Epilogue

NINETEEN YEARS LATER

Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.

-Unknown

It had been nineteen years since Hermione Granger remembered who she was. It had been nineteen years since she told Jaime Lannister who she really was, and it had been only five years since he had been taken hostage, returned to her with no hand.

The hand that proved and held so much on who he was, just like her own magic that was a huge part of her as well. The war of this land had taken a toll on her brave lion. The war that his bastard son had encouraged across the land when taking the head of Ned Stark. A man from a really great and old house in all of Westeros.

These year's spending with Jaime wasn't very ideal nor was it even really sorrow filled. He helped her coping with the loss of her friends and family. The loss of her home by making Casterly Rock theirs. The relationship between them grew the day, after she remembered. With him promising her, that she have him now.

"Hello, darling." Jaime smiled up at her one evening, while having their usual evening tea. He always told her that when she made her appearance to him, that she changed his destiny. His fate.

Hermione always figured he was very overdramatic. There was no way she would have such an impact on someone's life just by showing up.

He told her stories of his hand, his house and his family. He seemed very cold toward his twin sister and his father for some reason, but she didn't pressure him to tell her why. The visit with his sister all those years ago had somehow made a wedge between the siblings.

A wedge that could not heal and she knew that her Jaime kept his own secrets. Everyone has them, even her. She still haven't told him what she had done to her parents…even if it was just making sure they were safe.

Hermione kissed his cheek softly, and returned his smile, watching him getting undress before her. It took him awhile to get used of putting his armor on with just one hand and he often refused help in doing so.

Within twenty minutes he was out of that armor and into rather comfortable clothes. Living, at King's Landing was very far from Hermione's comfort.

The moment that they both set foot at that place, she knew something big was happening. That it would change her life once more, but just being here with Jaime helped her cope. Casterly Rock was her home, but being with him, was even better.

The Queen needed him close and Hermione couldn't put any figure on why. Maybe it was for family issues. That the Queen wanted to be close to her twin brother, but each time she saw them together, Jaime kept his distance from her.

The Queen only had one child in the marriage between the last King. The child that caused so much pain and hell throughout the kingdoms reminded her a little of Voldemort but a little bit more childish and arrogant. She didn't expect him to live much longer.

Jaime sat his sword 'Oathbreaker' on the table in their chambers before lowering himself to the bed. She sat right next to him and laid her hand on his thin clothing knee in comfort.

"Everything, alright love?" She questioned soothingly, and he almost grimace.

"Just a normal day in the Queen's Guard." He responded. Hermione felt instantly for him. Another day of jeering insults and jokes at Jaime for the loss of his hand. Even through, he worked hard each day practicing with his other so he could still out fight anyone didn't really matter to anyone else unless they both caught up in a fight themselves.

Hermione laid her head on his shoulder. Her hand over her stomach protectively, and rather lovingly. This will be her second month without her cycle and she read enough to know what that sometimes mean.

She didn't feel afraid.

She didn't feel any upset, even if she wasn't even married to this wonderful man next to her.

The only thing that matters was that this child; will be loved from them both. She just needed to tell her knight about this little situation of hers.

She frowned…she hoped that he wouldn't reject her or his child.

"Jaime….there's something I have to tell you." She bit her lower lip…He gave her his full attention.

"I might be with child."

He paled.

That wasn't the right reaction she was looking for and she felt anger and tears beginning to form within her.

His only hand trembled and he forced a smile on his face.

"This is wonderful…it really is….the only problem I have…is that we're not wed." He uttered noticing Hermione's reaction to his. She felt some sort of relief. Good. He's not rejecting his child, but not fond of how it happened.

"We can fix this." He muttered, before turning to her fully.

"We just have to wed."

Hermione rolled her amber eyes at him.

What a romantic marriage proposal?

She thought sarcastic, but she couldn't bring herself to be somewhat insulted.

This was her life.

The life that she build for herself. The life that he helped with.

Being a governess in the capital wasn't ideal for any young ladies in this time, but she enjoyed her work. She loved teaching young children about the world around them. She had many years to read to be knowledgeable in those new arts. Something she was overly fond of.

FIN