Beauty
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
18,837
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Beauty
Disclaimer: Since I live in Texas and not in a Scottish castle, anything that you recognize is not mine. It belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. I promise that I will put the characters back where they belong after I’m done playing with them.
AN: The inspiration for this came from Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty Trilogy. It is some of the most elegant and raunchy erotica that I have ever read! There is no smut in this first chapter, but after that, there should be a lot! This is basically a background for what may come. Please review and let me know what you think! I’d love to see if this is worth continuing.
Chapter 1.
Beauty
Once upon a time, in a place far, far away there lived a Princess who was renowned for her beauty. So much so, that even though her parents had given her name, the world knew her simply as Beauty. As with all good fairy tales, her life was seemly perfect, except for the curse of the evil witch. This is her story.
The King and Queen of Grange were ecstatic when they found out that they were expecting a child. They had been trying for many years to become pregnant, however the Mediwitch had told them that it was impossible. Determined, they sought cures from far and wide and one day, a powerful witch granted them what they most wanted. They received an Owl from the reclusive witch, telling them that she had a potion that would grant them a child. Overcome with joy, they invited her to their court to hear her proposal. Eagerly, they awaited her arrival.
Finally, two months after they had received the letter, their herald announced the witch’s arrival. “I present the Sorceress Pansy,” he cried out in a ringing voice.
The King and Queen looked on as the tall, thin witch with black hair strode into Throne Room.
“You’re Majesties,” she said with courtesy.
“Sorceress Pansy,” the King said. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
The sorceress smiled. “I come bearing a gift for you. News has traveled far and wide about the unfortunate situation that you are in and I have made a potion to cure the sickness,” she said with a nod of her head towards the Queen.
The Queen looked at her, hope rising in her chest, but feeling a bit anxious about what the sorceress was offering. “And what is your price?” she asked, trying to hide her uneasiness.
The sorceress smiled. “I simply ask His Majesty’s help in conceiving a child of my own.”
The King and Queen looked at each other in shock. “We must discuss this proposal,” the Queen said gravely before summoning a House Elf to show the sorceress to her quarters. “Please feel free to enjoy your suite. An Elf will summon you for dinner and we will give you our answer at that time.”
The Sorceress nodded and allowed herself to be lead out of the room. Once she was gone, the Queen looked at the King. “Darling, I don’t like this. Something feels wrong about her.”
“But darling, she may be our only hope for a child,” The King pleaded with her.
The Queen shook her head. “No. I won’t succumb to her evil plan,” she said with authority. “We will find another way.” The Queen rose from her seat and began to walk towards their suite, to think over the issue.
At dinner that evening, the Sorceress sat at the banquet table, awaiting the arrival of the Royal couple. She grinned inwardly, knowing that her plan was going perfectly. Soon, she would be pregnant with the child of the King. Her child would be raised in the Black Arts and it was prophesized that he would rule the world. She had thought about what would happen if the couple refused her plan. Smirking, she knew that she could place the Imperio Curse on the King and still have her child.
She rose from her seat when the couple entered and raised her eyebrow in a silent question.
“I’m sorry, Sorceress Pansy. We must decline your offer,” the Queen stated cordially. “Please feel free to overnight here and if you need anything, let Elf Pazzy know and she will help you.”
Pansy seethed throughout dinner. The King and Queen were being extremely cautious and an Elf was never far from her. The Elves were immune to her magic, for the most part, so she could not try to control the King like she had planned.
After dinner was served, the King and Queen retired to their quarters, trying to distance themselves from the sorceress. They were greeted by Pazzy, holding the potion vial. “Pazzy, got the vial from the sorceress’ belongings, Master and Mistress. I replaced the vial with one that looked exactly like it, just like you requested Mistress.”
The Queen smiled, serenely. “Thank you Pazzy. Please let us know when she has left and make sure to adjust the wards to keep her from returning.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the Elf said before disappearing.
“Are you sure you want to drink this?” the King asked.
The Queen just nodded as she swallowed the potion. “Let’s retire for the evening,” she said with a smile.
----------------------------------
The following morning, Sorceress Pansy left in a huff, retreating to her dark castle in the hills. She reached inside her robes for the precious bottle of potion and withdrew it. Seeing an unfamiliar glint coming from the bottom, she held the vial up to her eyes then threw it across the room in a rage as she realized that she had been tricked.
With rage flowing through her veins, she made her plans for retribution on the King and Queen.
----------------------------------
Ten months later, the joyous King and Queen were celebrating the christening of their daughter, Hermione Jane. They had invited every powerful Witch and Wizard from the surrounding Kingdoms.
They watched as the various magical people granted their daughter gifts like a musical voice and a kind heart. The final Witch was just about to give her gift when a large clap of thunder rocked the very foundations of the palace. In a show of force, the Sorceress entered in, wearing all black.
“Remember me, Majesties? The Sorceress that you decided to cheat,” she sneered at them.
The King and Queen looked at her, horror showing on their faces. They both moved to protect Hermione, but the Sorceress waved her hand and they were frozen in place. With determination showing in her steps, she walked to the cradle, holding the infant. She waved her wand over the child three times before uttering her curse. “On her eighteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on a spindle and die. She will pay the price for your sins,” she spat towards the King and Queen before disappearing in a crack of thunder.
Shaking in terror, the King and Queen felt their hearts breaking. They had forgotten about the final Witch who had yet to bestow her gift. Striding up to the cradle, the witch wearing robes made of tartan. “The child will prick her finger on a spindle, however instead of death; she will fall asleep for one hundred years, as will the entire Court. A kiss from a Prince will break the spell and life will resume,” the Witch stated with authority.
The King and Queen looked at Witch in gratitude as the christening ceremony resumed.
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Princess Hermione of Grange wandered around the castle the morning of her eighteenth birthday. While she loved her parents, they were extremely overprotective of her and she didn’t understand why. She walked by a mirror and turned to study herself. She thought that she was very plain; she didn’t understand why everyone insisted on calling her Beauty. Her hair was chestnut colored and almost untamable in its curls and her amber colored eyes sparkled in intelligence.
“Princess Beauty?” an old woman’s voice called to her.
She turned towards the voice and noticed a withered old woman standing beside an open door. “Yes,” she responded.
“Could I trouble you to help me with the spindle? My old bones won’t allow me to set it up,” the woman asked meekly.
“Of course, good woman. I would be more than glad to help,” she said with a smile. “You know, my parents won’t allow me near a spindle and I have no idea why. But as long as you don’t tell them that I helped you, we should be okay,” she whispered in conspiracy.
“Of course, Princess. I shan’t tell your parents,” the old woman said as they walked into the room.
Carefully, Hermione began to move the spindle around, mesmerized by the way the wheel moved. After it had been moved to its proper location, she reached out a finger and ran it along the shining wood, feeling a stab of pain. “Ow,” she said while moving her finger to her mouth to suck the blood off her fingertip. She immediately became drowsy and fell over in sleep; the last thing she heard was the cackling of the old woman.
AN: The inspiration for this came from Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty Trilogy. It is some of the most elegant and raunchy erotica that I have ever read! There is no smut in this first chapter, but after that, there should be a lot! This is basically a background for what may come. Please review and let me know what you think! I’d love to see if this is worth continuing.
Chapter 1.
Beauty
Once upon a time, in a place far, far away there lived a Princess who was renowned for her beauty. So much so, that even though her parents had given her name, the world knew her simply as Beauty. As with all good fairy tales, her life was seemly perfect, except for the curse of the evil witch. This is her story.
The King and Queen of Grange were ecstatic when they found out that they were expecting a child. They had been trying for many years to become pregnant, however the Mediwitch had told them that it was impossible. Determined, they sought cures from far and wide and one day, a powerful witch granted them what they most wanted. They received an Owl from the reclusive witch, telling them that she had a potion that would grant them a child. Overcome with joy, they invited her to their court to hear her proposal. Eagerly, they awaited her arrival.
Finally, two months after they had received the letter, their herald announced the witch’s arrival. “I present the Sorceress Pansy,” he cried out in a ringing voice.
The King and Queen looked on as the tall, thin witch with black hair strode into Throne Room.
“You’re Majesties,” she said with courtesy.
“Sorceress Pansy,” the King said. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
The sorceress smiled. “I come bearing a gift for you. News has traveled far and wide about the unfortunate situation that you are in and I have made a potion to cure the sickness,” she said with a nod of her head towards the Queen.
The Queen looked at her, hope rising in her chest, but feeling a bit anxious about what the sorceress was offering. “And what is your price?” she asked, trying to hide her uneasiness.
The sorceress smiled. “I simply ask His Majesty’s help in conceiving a child of my own.”
The King and Queen looked at each other in shock. “We must discuss this proposal,” the Queen said gravely before summoning a House Elf to show the sorceress to her quarters. “Please feel free to enjoy your suite. An Elf will summon you for dinner and we will give you our answer at that time.”
The Sorceress nodded and allowed herself to be lead out of the room. Once she was gone, the Queen looked at the King. “Darling, I don’t like this. Something feels wrong about her.”
“But darling, she may be our only hope for a child,” The King pleaded with her.
The Queen shook her head. “No. I won’t succumb to her evil plan,” she said with authority. “We will find another way.” The Queen rose from her seat and began to walk towards their suite, to think over the issue.
At dinner that evening, the Sorceress sat at the banquet table, awaiting the arrival of the Royal couple. She grinned inwardly, knowing that her plan was going perfectly. Soon, she would be pregnant with the child of the King. Her child would be raised in the Black Arts and it was prophesized that he would rule the world. She had thought about what would happen if the couple refused her plan. Smirking, she knew that she could place the Imperio Curse on the King and still have her child.
She rose from her seat when the couple entered and raised her eyebrow in a silent question.
“I’m sorry, Sorceress Pansy. We must decline your offer,” the Queen stated cordially. “Please feel free to overnight here and if you need anything, let Elf Pazzy know and she will help you.”
Pansy seethed throughout dinner. The King and Queen were being extremely cautious and an Elf was never far from her. The Elves were immune to her magic, for the most part, so she could not try to control the King like she had planned.
After dinner was served, the King and Queen retired to their quarters, trying to distance themselves from the sorceress. They were greeted by Pazzy, holding the potion vial. “Pazzy, got the vial from the sorceress’ belongings, Master and Mistress. I replaced the vial with one that looked exactly like it, just like you requested Mistress.”
The Queen smiled, serenely. “Thank you Pazzy. Please let us know when she has left and make sure to adjust the wards to keep her from returning.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the Elf said before disappearing.
“Are you sure you want to drink this?” the King asked.
The Queen just nodded as she swallowed the potion. “Let’s retire for the evening,” she said with a smile.
The following morning, Sorceress Pansy left in a huff, retreating to her dark castle in the hills. She reached inside her robes for the precious bottle of potion and withdrew it. Seeing an unfamiliar glint coming from the bottom, she held the vial up to her eyes then threw it across the room in a rage as she realized that she had been tricked.
With rage flowing through her veins, she made her plans for retribution on the King and Queen.
Ten months later, the joyous King and Queen were celebrating the christening of their daughter, Hermione Jane. They had invited every powerful Witch and Wizard from the surrounding Kingdoms.
They watched as the various magical people granted their daughter gifts like a musical voice and a kind heart. The final Witch was just about to give her gift when a large clap of thunder rocked the very foundations of the palace. In a show of force, the Sorceress entered in, wearing all black.
“Remember me, Majesties? The Sorceress that you decided to cheat,” she sneered at them.
The King and Queen looked at her, horror showing on their faces. They both moved to protect Hermione, but the Sorceress waved her hand and they were frozen in place. With determination showing in her steps, she walked to the cradle, holding the infant. She waved her wand over the child three times before uttering her curse. “On her eighteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on a spindle and die. She will pay the price for your sins,” she spat towards the King and Queen before disappearing in a crack of thunder.
Shaking in terror, the King and Queen felt their hearts breaking. They had forgotten about the final Witch who had yet to bestow her gift. Striding up to the cradle, the witch wearing robes made of tartan. “The child will prick her finger on a spindle, however instead of death; she will fall asleep for one hundred years, as will the entire Court. A kiss from a Prince will break the spell and life will resume,” the Witch stated with authority.
The King and Queen looked at Witch in gratitude as the christening ceremony resumed.
Princess Hermione of Grange wandered around the castle the morning of her eighteenth birthday. While she loved her parents, they were extremely overprotective of her and she didn’t understand why. She walked by a mirror and turned to study herself. She thought that she was very plain; she didn’t understand why everyone insisted on calling her Beauty. Her hair was chestnut colored and almost untamable in its curls and her amber colored eyes sparkled in intelligence.
“Princess Beauty?” an old woman’s voice called to her.
She turned towards the voice and noticed a withered old woman standing beside an open door. “Yes,” she responded.
“Could I trouble you to help me with the spindle? My old bones won’t allow me to set it up,” the woman asked meekly.
“Of course, good woman. I would be more than glad to help,” she said with a smile. “You know, my parents won’t allow me near a spindle and I have no idea why. But as long as you don’t tell them that I helped you, we should be okay,” she whispered in conspiracy.
“Of course, Princess. I shan’t tell your parents,” the old woman said as they walked into the room.
Carefully, Hermione began to move the spindle around, mesmerized by the way the wheel moved. After it had been moved to its proper location, she reached out a finger and ran it along the shining wood, feeling a stab of pain. “Ow,” she said while moving her finger to her mouth to suck the blood off her fingertip. She immediately became drowsy and fell over in sleep; the last thing she heard was the cackling of the old woman.