crossoverfic | Forbidden But I Don't Care; Harry Potter/Game of Thrones; Hermione/Jon, Ghost; PG (Reply)

Title: Forbidden But I Don't Care
Author: rosie1234
Fandom: Harry Potter/Game of Thrones
Pairings: Hermione/Jon, Ghost
Table: Table General #2
Prompt: Outcast
Word Count: 509
Summary: Jon comes upon a sleeping Hermione in his bed.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not Mine

“What the hell are you doing in my bunk? No let me say that again, what the hell is woman doing at the wall?”

Instead of Ghost sleeping comfortably in my bunk alone, the beast was starting to get too big for the damn bed, a young woman was by his side rubbing his white fur.

“I think I might have taken a wrong turn while I was time traveling, and Ghost was here to keep me company.”

I pushed aside her insane words, trying so hard not to look at her like she was the last piece of bread and I was a starving man, and focused on getting her out of my room before I was seen.

As always I suspected the worst, after my less than warm welcoming to the wall nothing could surprise me anymore (bastard became my second name), that this flower was here to cause me trouble.

“Do you really expect me to believe that you traveled through time just to sleep in my bunk?”

Before I could laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, despite my many encounters with the white walkers I was not ready to believe in everything out there, she pulled out a damn stick and grinned about it.

(while I pulled out my sword against her, knowing I wouldn’t use it because I was not ready to harm a woman)

“I doubted that I could make you believe with only words, Jon Snow, so a lightshow is in order.”

With that thin stick she was able to disarm me, the first person to do so looked nothing like the great warrior that she was (and later I would see how brave she truly was), and set off a display of fireworks over my head.

(no wonder Ghost had not messed with her)

“Have I met you before, how do you know my name?”

I waited still stunned by the show she had performed, while my eyes were still watching the door because the last thing I needed was to be caught with a girl in my bed, hoping for answers.

(but most of all I wanted to know the name of the beauty before me)

“I’m Hermione Granger, Snow. No you have not met me yet, but you will. And darling, trust me at the end of our tale, you’ll believe in a lot of insane things.”

She stopped the stream of questions that she knew were going to come by cutting me off with her lips, the ones I had been staring at way too long, and my mind went blank.

(no wonder they don’t want any women at the wall, nothing would get done)

“I’ll see soon, Jon.”

I sat there dumbfounded as she pulled out a strange device and disappeared before my eyes, but not before laying a goodbye kiss on my waiting lips.

(those forbidden kisses helped me keep my oath until the day she came shimmering back into my life)

“What are you looking at Ghost? You had her rubbing your damn belly.”