I know you guy's want another Jaime chapter, but I can't really think of anything. Here's how Ned and Oberyn become friends though, and intend to post more of this story when I can!

Oberyn closed the book and huffed. His head was killing him because of Charms and he had only been back at school for a month. He rubbed his face in hopes that his head would stop hurting, but he had no such luck. Oberyn groaned loudly. As he looked up, he saw that everyone else had left in the time that he had been studying, except for a first-year sitting at a table in front of him scribbling notes onto a parchment. Big gray eyes and longer-than-usual brown hair, with a pretty bad-looking scratch on his cheek. Oberyn tried to remember his name, but nothing came up.

"Who are you?" Oberyn asked.

The first-year looked up at him. "What?"

"I said," Oberyn replied slowly, "who are you?"

"Oh, um, I'm Ned. Ned Stark," the first-year said hesitantly. "Your name is Oberyn Martell, isn't it? You're a third year, right?"

"Yep," Oberyn said, popping the last syllable. "Well, I'm a second year, you might be thinking of my sister Elia when you say third year. My brother Doran is Head Boy. Elia will probably Head Girl one day. I, meanwhile, am perfectly on track with getting the most detentions ever in the history of Hogwarts. It's a point of pride to me." Oberyn frowned. "Wait, a minute. Stark, you say? Is your brother Brandon?"

Ned winced and sighed. "Why? What did he do to you? Mother thought him being Sorted into Hufflepuff would help him mellow out, but she was wrong. She was so very, very wrong."

Oberyn smiled. He liked Ned. He seemed nothing like his asshole of a brother, a point that he made sure to relay to Ned. Ned smiled brightly at Oberyn, and Oberyn smiled back.

Oberyn had fellow delinquents as Doran liked to put it, but he had never really had a friend before and he couldn't help but think that Ned might be a good one. So long as Brandon Stark was never around. After what happened with the lemon, the lamb, and Rhaegar Targaryen, nothing would ever make them friends.

"What are you doing?" Oberyn asked, getting off the couch and walking over to Ned. "It's only been a month since school started and you're a first year. Why are you already studying?"

Ned blushed. "I just want to have a head-start. I get . . . sick often and I want to be ahead rather than behind because of the classes I might miss."

Oberyn wondered why Ned had hesitated before saying that he got sick often. Oberyn didn't even know why Ned was even worrying about getting sick. Madame Mordane could just give him some potion to drink and he'd right as rain five seconds later. Oberyn turned himself away from those thoughts however. What did it matter to him what Ned Stark, brother of stupid Brandon Stark, was up to? Still, one look at Ned's homework, Poitions it looked like, told Oberyn that while Ned might be a dedicated student when it came to working, he wasn't very good at it. At least Potions. Oberyn knew nothing else about Ned's work to give a sound say-so on that subject.

Oberyn sighed and looked at the time. The clock said 11:30, and Doran had made Oberyn promise that he would always be in bed by midnight, but that meant he had a half-hour to help Ned with Potions. It would be quick though. Nobody at Hogwarts was better than Oberyn at Potions.