To Enchant a King

Disclaimer: Some aspects of the plot belong to Philippa Gregory, they are faithfully borrowed from The Other Boleyn Girl and no money shall be made from this story. In addition, the characters from this story belong to JK Rowling. I will not profit from any part of this story.


Warning….This story is extremely AU/AR….It is also non-canon. Please do not flame me…For you have been warned!


A/N: In this tale, Hermione is 17 and Narcissa 19. Sirius is 21 and Lucius is 26. I have changed the ages to fit in better with my story.

Thanks to LadyBlueEyes for being my Beta!

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Hermione was woken from her glorious slumber by an incessant poking to her left arm. She rolled over willing the source of the annoying attack upon her person to cease.

“Wake up!” hissed Narcissa.

Hermione groaned, yet another petulant childlike morning filled with her almost infantile sister. Hermione rose and looked through weary eyes at her older sibling.

“Finally!” she said.

Hermione was ready yet again for the emotional blows that Narcissa was about to cast and she erected a mental shield around herself, willing all negative comments to bounce off her. She had to be strong for herself if not for her family. Sirius’ words had really had an impact on her; it made her feel empowered and open to change. She knew Narcissa was more than capable of using her god given talents and putting them to good use on the king, but was he weak enough to fall for it?

It was at that moment that Narcissa snapped her fingers in front of her younger sister’s face causing Hermione to let out a heartfelt sigh.

“She hates me! She really hates me!” cried Narcissa.

“Who?” asked Hermione.

“The queen! Did you see the way she chose you over me yesterday? I mean come on what was that all about. Why would she choose you over me?” she said as she tossed her golden hair over her shoulder.

Hermione gritted her teeth.

“Maybe it because I’m not overtly obvious Narcissa!” she seethed.

Narcissa’s head whipped back quickly and she glared at her sister.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice oozing fury.

“It means,” said Hermione who for once was going to tell her sister exactly what she thought, “that you are entirely too obvious, I mean take a step back and realize that this game you want to play is not working. It will never work, he’s too strong a man to be played like this.” she said.

Narcissa scoffed.

“No man is hard to play, little sister. Just because you ooze pleasantness and virginal innocence doesn’t mean it will cause every man drop at your feet and follow you like a lost hound.” she said scathingly.

Hermione huffed, she was sick of her sister’s constant whining.

“Just drop it now Narcissa, I am tired of this never ending conversation.” she said as she stood up and rid herself of her bedclothes in order to take her morning bath.

Narcissa looked at her sister’s bare body. It was nothing compared to her own. Narcissa’s waist was small and her stomach was flat. She had long smooth legs while Hermione’s where little and fat. Well technically they were not fat, plump was the better word. She had a rather chubby little bottom and quite large breasts; compared to Narcissa’s they were gargantuan. Nevertheless, Narcissa was more than happy with her body, it outshone Hermione’s by far. In that department, Narcissa was confident she had nothing to worry about.

It was on her travels yesterday that Narcissa had ran into Sir Thomas Riddle, whom she found to be as charming as can be. His smile was dazzling and his smooth repartee was alluring and exciting. She had found what seemed to be a good confidant in this man and she had wasted no time in telling him all about her plans for herself and the king. Thomas seemed to agree with Narcissa on the fact that fresh blood was needed on the throne and was confident that Narcissa could entice the king and purify the monarchy.

Narcissa very nearly danced for joy at his positive words. He had an absolute certainty that her plan was fool-proof, and that if she needed any help at all with her task, she was to come to him before all others. He recommended a visit to his friend, who specialized in making potions. She was to get a potion that would clear the king’s mind of all others. That was only if her plan was to fail. Narcissa remembered his name very clearly for it was an unusual one. Thomas had said that the man could accomplish anything for a small price and Severus Snape was his name.


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Hermione watched as the king and queen sat together at the royal table during lunch. She had been asked by her majesty to join her and her husband’s courtiers for the royal banquet. Surprisingly, Narcissa had also been invited. The king and queen seemed to get along fairly well, there were some signs of affection that ran quite freely between the pair and the queen laughed at her husband’s outlandish jokes and caressed his hand at all the right times


Hermione wondered did she even know about her husband’s plans to acquire a mistress. Did she know that her time may be slowly slipping away and she would lose the man she claimed to love and cherish to a woman nearly 20 years her junior? She could hear Narcissa giving her a running commentary of everything that the queen was doing or saying to her husband and Hermione was tempted several times to scold her sister for her blatant childishness. It was as if Hermione had replaced Narcissa and was now the older sister.


~*~

Later that evening as Hermione sat watching the fire, she felt its warm heat flow through every fibre of her being and she revelled in the glow that encased her. She was startled by a knock at the door and she shot up along with Narcissa who was feigning sleep.

Hermione rushed to the door, afraid of what she was about to hear, was it Sirius? Had he been hurt? Was it their family? A million thoughts each as worse as the first plagued her mind as she pulled open the door.

Sirius stood smirking at his sister before his face broke into a wide grin at the sight of his baby sibling.

“Oh little one, I bring great news!” he said as he rushed to scoop Hermione up.

“What is it?” she said excitedly.

“The king has requested a private audience with you, he asks if you would like to accompany him on a midnight tour of the gardens, he also wishes to add that it is entirely optional and he would not take offence if you were to turn him down and cast a dark shadow on his whole night.” he said while smiling widely.

“No, no, no.” chanted Narcissa.

Hermione blushed and looked her brother in the eye, she knew that he was silently willing her to say yes and inside she wanted to cry with happiness. She looked over at Narcissa and her giddy feelings ceased. Narcissa, for the first time in her life, looked weak. She shrugged her shoulders and dismissed the revelation with a perfect hand.

“Go.” she simply said.

“Really?” asked Hermione.

“Really.” she replied.

Hermione’s heart fluttered wildly.

“Don’t give yourself away to him too early Hermione that would make you seem easy.” she said quietly.

Hermione kneeled at her sister’s feet.

“I’m sorry.” she said.

“Why?” asked Narcissa.

“For all of this, for all your efforts going to waste.” she said softly.

Narcissa once again dismissed her.

Hermione rose from her sister’s side and dressed quickly; Sirius quickly laced up her boots as she secured her night cape around her neck, and released her hair from its French twist.

Narcissa gave her a nod as she stood at the door, with one last look Hermione left.

Narcissa snorted arrogantly as she sat in front of the fire.

“My efforts have not gone to waste?” she laughed bitterly, “Not at all.”

~*~


Hermione was a bundle of nerves as she arrived at the entrance of the royal gardens. Burning flames softly lit the sprawling lands and she was extremely aware of how alone she was going to be with the king.

Hermione clung to the silk linings of her pockets as she stepped across to the royal tent that sat proudly amongst the yards of bright flowers, their colors visible in the later stages of the night.

The royal guard bowed to her as she entered the tent, the air was cool and crisp yet not cold upon her skin. As she walked into the open enclosure of the tent, her breathing became restricted as King Lucius came forth to great her.

“Lady Hermione,” he said as he kissed her hand, “Finally a moment alone.”

She blushed and curtsied.

He waved his hand.

“There will be none of that tonight.” he smiled.

“Good evening Your Majesty.” she said.

“Please call me Lucius.” he said as he led her by the hand to a large red velvet love seat.

“I insist you call me Hermione then.” she said.

“As you wish. Does the evening find you well Hermione?” he said with a slight purr.

“The evening finds me very well, thank you, Lucius.” she said.

She was very aware of his hand still placed directly over hers and he gave it a slight squeeze as her eyes lingered on their joined hands.

“Is this making you uncomfortable?” he asked.

“Not at all.” she said with a smile.

It really was not making her feel anything close to uncomfortable, in truth, her heart was beating ten to the dozen and her mouth had become increasingly dry. Why was this beautiful man showing an interest in her? This man was beyond handsome, and it made Hermione’s insides quiver at the very thought of him. It was total and utter madness to deny what she felt inside and her mouth was positively itching to spill all her darkest deepest desires.

Lucius inched closer and Hermione felt the heat rising up her spine, he cupped her face with his hand and ran his thumb along her cheek.

“Why on earth would anyone want to over look you,” he said breathlessly, “you are beautiful.”

She shook her head softly.

“I am plain and unnoticeable and not worthy of your attention.” she said.
He brought up his other hand up to cup the other side of her face, softly cradling her whole face in his large hands, Hermione could feel the heat emanating from him, it made her feel like she was on fire. His mere touch could reduce her to ashes if she were to let him consume her.

“You are more than worthy, my darling. I would give you the moon and stars if I thought for a second that they could illuminate your beauty more than this night does. You are exquisite and mouth-watering and I want to savor every image I have of you.” he said as he looked into her eyes.

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes misted over with tears. No one had ever said such heartfelt words to her in her entire life. She was drowning in a sea of her own desire for this man and she did not intend to ever try to escape this hold he had over her.

His lips ghosted over hers for a second before pressing softly on her watery eyelids and he kissed away her tears before they fell from her eyes. His hand slipped down her back and rested at the base of her spine as his lips settled on hers. She felt herself melt into his embrace and leaned closer into him as his arms wrapped round her body to draw her into him. His tongue sought entrance to her sweet mouth, and she allowed him in. Hermione felt overwhelmed at the feelings that were flying through her body, and she moaned softly as their tongues met and they tasted each other for the first time.

She could feel Lucius’ shaking hand on her hip and she felt slightly giddy at the fact that she had this kind of effect on him. All thought ceased as his kiss became more urgent and her hands moved up to rest on his neck. He moaned slightly as her fingers played with stray strands of his platinum hair that rest at the base of his skull.

He broke apart from her, gasping for air. His bright eyes had darkened considerably and his breath was coming in pants. He took a moment to look at this beautiful creature next to him and he smiled, she was everything he had always wanted in his life. He could see her having his children, giving him the son he always desired and longed for. However, most of all he wanted her by his side.

He did hold some affection for his queen, she was from a powerful family and their marriage had brought him great power and strong alliances with those who resided on foreign soil, but this was no love match. There was no passion in their lovemaking, only a mutual need for reproduction, to bring new life to the monarchy. Lucius wanted someone who could make his blood boil with lust, someone who could set his soul on fire with just one look, just like this wonderful woman had not one minute ago.

He wanted her, with every ounce of his being, he wanted her, he needed her, and he needed to know she wanted him too. He had tortured himself for days on end with images of her with other men, happy settled, married. He could not allow that, he needed this woman all to himself, he wanted her for always but he needed to hear her say it. She needed to speak the truth that only her heart could tell.

He placed a hand directly over her heart and looked into her eyes, seeking an honest answer in her warm bright orbs. He hoped that the answer she would give him would not break his iron will, not tear down the strong bond that had been built so hastily between them.

“Please, Hermione tell me, what do you feel for me?” he asked.

She felt her heart lurch at his open question, his voice was filled with sincerity and honesty, she would not lie.

“What I feel for you scares me, not because it is cold, dark and full of malice but because it is of fiery strength and passion, of genuine affection and even love.” she said.

“What I feel is nothing I have ever felt before, it burns my very soul and sets my heart on fire, I want you more than anything and I need you more than the very air I breathe.” he admitted.

She shook her head as her eyes filled with tears.

“This is too good to be true.” she whispered.

“Why?” he asked as he brought up her hand to kiss.

“Why me? Why not my conventionally stunning sister who seems to enchant every male she meets?” she asked honestly.

“Because my beautiful little one, you are a beauty that dwells from within, you’re radiance shines and blinds me, your mere presence in a room leaves me lost for words and I do not think I can ever be without you now that I have found you.” he said as she wept softly.

“Your wife-” she started before she was cut off by his lips seeking hers.

His kiss was intense and meaningful, he seemed to want to pour all his emotions into what he was doing; he wanted her to feel how he was feeling at that very moment. Hermione kissed him back with all the emotion she could muster, their tongues swept against each other’s rapidly and they became lost in the feeling. For a single moment, they could have been just a normal man and his love, but for now, they were the king and his soul mate.

He broke the kiss but still maintained the closeness he so desperately craved.

“My wife is a woman I married for social standing, you are the one I love,” he said as he memorized every tiny detail of her face, “One day you will be my queen and the palace shall be filled with the sounds of our children.”

She kissed his lips softly.

“There is nothing I could want more.”

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So there you have chapter three!

I would like to thank every one who reviewed chapters one and two! You are all are great, this story means a lot to me and I would like your honest opinion, you either love it or you hate it! (However, I really hope you like it LOL) At this point in the story the way I have it mapped it in my little notebook, the next few chapters are exciting and filled with revelations and nasty sneaky Narcissa. Oh, and the return of a certain Mr. Severus Snape!

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