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!


Thanks to LadyBlueEyes for being my Beta!


Addictive impurity consumes distant senses, darkened past swallows whirlpools of winged promises, enticing kisses whispered around the midnight.- Burning Wings, Red Eye Kisses - NyellMoonlight.


WARNING! SQUICKY SMUT AHEAD!

King Lucius sat alone in his bedchambers thinking about the woman he had pledged his love to and could not help but smile. She was everything that he had always wanted. It startled him that she didn’t know how genuinely lovely she was, how could she not see that? He wanted to shower her in the finest silks and jewels, show her just how much love she was worthy of. He wanted to place her on a pedestal and make her untouchable to others. She was his and he always protected what belonged to him.


However, there was one secret he had yet to tell her, one that could blow the monarchy of England out of the water and into the burning fire. The royal family had always been blessed with the gift of magic. Along with his father and brother, Lucius had been educated in the magical arts of sorcery. At the tender age of eleven, Lucius’ father, Abraxas, had been delighted when his son presented his first display of magic. He then summoned the best magical tutors from all over the country to train and teach his son whom one day would lead the country.


With the help of his tutor and his father, Lucius had grown to be a very powerful wizard. He was extraordinarily skilled in defensive magic and was yet to be bested in a duel. There were only a select few who knew of the king’s magical background. His close family and friends were the only ones who were deemed worthy of the knowledge. He so desperately wanted to tell Hermione and he had a strong feeling that she, too, could have some magical power. The powerful jolt of awareness that he received when he touched her proved she had some sort of magic in her.


Lucius had thought of a million different ways to tell her about his gift and hoped for the best in regards to the one he had settled on, a duel with his brother Alexander. He hoped that once he told her about himself and his family that she would accept him. He really did not want to obliviate her; in fact he did not want to lose her at all.


~*~


Hermione dashed around her room looking for the perfect dress to wear to accompany the king to his brother’s penthouse in greater London. Having been discouraged at every choice by Narcissa, Hermione finally settled on a beautiful yellow dress that matched the brightness she felt within. She was falling in love and it felt like everyday was a blessing.


As Sirius and Hermione arrived at the royal receiving quarters, Hermione was surprised to find she was accompanying the king alone on his journey. She was quite pleased with his pleasant deviousness and she wanted nothing more than to be alone with him. With a whole two hour journey ahead of her she had a lot of time to get to know the king more.


She was helped into the carriage by her brother and he grinned has he waved her off. Hermione felt a little nervous as she set eyes on the king who seemed to have a permanent smile etched on his perfect face.


“Good morning.” he smiled as he kissed her hand.


“Good morning to you too, your Majesty.” she said.


“Did you sleep well?” he asked.


“As well as could be, You?”


“I had a fitful sleep, my dreams where filled with images of your face and it haunted me that I could not be with you.” He admitted.


Hermione felt herself blush.


“I love the coloring that that one simple emotion gives you, it is delightful.” he said as he looked at her.


“Thank you for your kind words, they mean a lot to me.” she said softly.


“It is nothing. I wish I could give you everything you want at this very moment. I want to prove to you how much I adore you my darling.” he said honestly.


The feeling that bubbled in Hermione’s stomach threatened to overwhelm her at that very moment.


“Tell me, what you are thinking?” asked Lucius.


Hermione took a deep breath.


“I am thinking I am falling more and more in love with you with each passing day.” she admitted.


The moment the words where out her mouth, Lucius’ face lit up.


“Please know that your feelings are returned tenfold and I feel as if we are meant for each other, I have never felt this way before. I know that I must embrace it.” he said.


In a heartbeat, he was by her side, her small hand encased in his. His thumb made smooth circles on her creamy skin, causing a shiver of lust to run up her spine leaving her breathless.


“Gods, I want to make love to you.” he said softly.


He swooped in and closed the gap between them in an intense kiss, Hermione felt as if he was trying to suck out her soul through her mouth, as if he wanted to make an everlasting impression on her mind. His kiss spurred her on and she found herself pressing up against him just to be closer to him. She could feel his chest rise and fall dramatically as their tongues fought each other for dominance. His hand rose up and embedded itself in her hair and she moaned softly into his mouth as he broke away.


“Gods woman, the things I want to do to you.” he admitted.


She laughed softly.


“What sort of things?” she asked.


“The sort of things that cannot take place in a traveling carriage.” he laughed.


His hand was resting on her shoulder, he let it drop down to her breast, and he outlined the soft mound with his index finger and moaned when she exhaled sharply.


“You are perfect.” he said as he repeated the action on its twin.


“You are the first person to ever say anything like that to me.” she said.


“Hopefully, I will be the last.” he said with a smile.


“I hope so too.” she agreed.

~*~

Narcissa waited for the ominous figure of Sir Thomas Riddle to approach her. The queen had excused her ladies in waiting for the day stating that she had terrible head pains and would like to be left alone. Narcissa had spent the previous night plotting with Tom. He had sworn her to secrecy over his plans for the throne and was keen to include her in them. In exchange for an ironclad betrothal with Hermione and a night with herself, Narcissa had instantly agreed, she wanted the king and nothing was going to get her way.


She watched as he parted from Sirius and Sir Remus Lupin and smiled at her in greeting. He asked for her hand and they walked together along the deserted corridors of the palace, only stopping when they reached the queens chambers, which were surprisingly unguarded.


Narcissa watched as Thomas pulled his familiar piece of wood out his robe pocket and wordlessly unlocked the door. He motioned for Narcissa to follow him into the room. She quickly scanned the vicinity and went in, locking the door by hand after them.


Thomas pressed his finger to his lips, crept into the queen’s bedroom, and watched as she slept on, unaware that she was in grave danger.


“Silencio.” he whispered.


Narcissa suddenly became aware of the fact that when she moved it was without sound. She watched in horror as Thomas cast his wand over the sleeping form of the queen.


“Crucio.” he hissed.


The queen’s eyes opened at an alarming speed and she screamed as her limbs contorted wildly as she rose up off the bed and thrashed around.


Thomas flicked his wand and she cried out, tears ran down her face as she begged for mercy. Thomas laughed cruelly at her weakness before turning his wand on her once more. She screamed again as blood dripped from her eyes. Narcissa cried out telling him to stop, but he ignored her pleas.


“Scindo animadverto!” he hissed once more and the queen wept bloody tears, the bright red fluid streamed down her ever paling face onto her white nightgown, staining and marring it with her royal blood.


“Sectumsempra!” he shouted and gashes appeared upon the queens wrists, blood oozed out of the wounds onto the bed and she collapsed backwards. Her body shook several times before coming to a standstill, and her chest rose and fell shallowly.


“Is she dead?” asked Narcissa.


“She will be soon.” he replied with a grin that turned Narcissa’s stomach.


“That was horrible.” she breathed.


“It looks like she killed herself, doesn’t it?” he asked with a smile.


Narcissa could only nod, what sort of man had she gotten involved with? Who was he really?


“You know what I want now?” he asked.


“What?” Narcissa said numbly.


“You, here in this room.” he said his voice thick with innuendo.


“What?” Narcissa screeched.


“You heard me, take of your clothes, now.” he said calmly.


Narcissa was petrified of this man, if he could do that to the Queen of England, he could do far worse to her.


She started to unlace the front of her dress but was stopped by Thomas who had silently walked in front of her.


“Divesto.” he whispered and Narcissa screeched as her clothing vanished, leaving her naked and exposed in front of a very aroused Sir Thomas Riddle. He whispered the spell once more and he was exposed in all his glory. Narcissa’s eyes drifted to his throbbing cock and her eyes grew wide, causing Thomas to laugh sharply.


“Scared?” he asked, “You should be.”


Narcissa gasped as he moved behind her and bent her over the foot of the queen’s bed, she could not help but stare into the dead monarch’s glazed glassy eyes, and she felt a sharp prodding at her silken entrance as Tom sought it out with his rock hard erection.


“You are so wet,” he said as he rubbed his shaft over her slit, “did watching me kill the queen turn you on that much?”


Narcissa bit her lip to stifle the moan that wanted so desperately to escape, she cried out as Thomas impaled her on his cock, tearing through her barrier and taking her virginity in one swift motion. Thomas groaned as he moved within her tight walls.


Narcissa held on to the end board with an iron grip as he pounded into her from behind. She moaned softly as his hand ghosted over her clit causing him to move faster as she clenched around him.


“Fuck, Narcissa! The deal’s off. I want you.” he breathed as he abused her pussy.


“No, can’t. Want king.” she moaned as he fucked her.


She screamed as he pulled her head back sharply, yanking her golden hair with such force, she felt her neck crack.


“Your mine until I say so, got it?” he hissed as he slowed his movements down.


“Yes!” she cried as her walls contracted round his cock and she came hard.


“Fuck!” he roared as he shot his load into her hot cavern, leaving Narcissa’s head to loll idly.


He licked her neck roughly, tasting her perspiration as she recovered, she fell limply against him, his arms circled around her waist, and he held her against his chest.


Now that the queen was out the way she was in the clear to accomplish her goal.


She would get the king no matter what it took, no matter what she had to do.



~*~



Hermione and Lucius arrived at Prince Alexander Malfoy’s penthouse in the middle of a bustling London. Hermione had never seen this part of town before having lived rurally all her life. It was fast paced and manic and Hermione wished she could see more.


Hermione stepped out of the carriage with help from the king himself; together they made their way up a winding staircase that seemed to go on forever. Just as her feet were about to start protesting they came to the head of the building. Lucius rapped on the door three short times and smiled as they waited for his brother. When the door was wrenched open Hermione gasped. This man was the absolute double of Lucius.


“Alex!” roared Lucius as the brothers embraced.


“Who is this delightful looking lady?” asked Alexander.


“This is Lady Hermione Granger of Rochford, Essex.” he said proudly.


“It is a delight to meet you, my Lady.” he said flirtatiously.


“Thank you, sir.” said Hermione as Lucius led her into the apartment.


Alexander laughed as his brother glared at him over his shoulder.


“Hermione, I brought you here to show you something that I feel you should see, before we move forward in our relationship.” he said as he stood, taking a deep breath.


“That sounds ominous.” she muttered.


Lucius tried to smile but he could not, what was wrong with him, for god’s sake he was the King of England! He looked at Alexander who nodded at him; he withdrew his wand and pointed it at Alexander.


“Avis.” said Lucius and a flock of white bird erupted from the end of his wand he directed them to hover over Hermione head and she looked up in wonderment.


“Get a goblet.” Alexander asked Lucius who walked to the dining room and came back with a Crystal glass.


“Winpungio.” he said as the wine flowed steadily from his wand into the goblet, he said the counter charm and the flow ceased, Lucius handed the goblet to Hermione who was watching wide-eyed.


“Taste.” he said and she brought the goblet up to her mouth and sipped.


“That was amazing Lucius!” she breathed as she set the goblet down.


“We were going to duel for you but I thought it a little extreme for your first taste of magic.” he said.


“So you are a....wizard?” she asked.


“This one’s smart.” laughed Alexander.


“Yes, darling, I am.” he answered. As he touched her hands she felt a small bolt of energy shoot up her spine.


“Is that why I feel so connected to you, because you’re a wizard?” she asked.


He laughed and shook his head.


“Its called awareness, it means my soul recognizes yours and they have bonded together.” he explained.


“But I’m not a witch.” she said as she shook her head.


“How do you know that? Did you ever make anything happen when you were younger that you could not explain? If not then perhaps your magical gene has been repressed until you’ve met your soul mate.” he answered.


“How would I know?” she asked.


Lucius handed her his wand, and told her to repeat the first spell he had used a few minutes ago, she was shocked at the same flock of birds flew once more out of the wand and twittered around her head happily.


“Best take her to Diagon Ally brother.” laughed Alexander.


“Where’s that?” she asked.


“That, my little witch, is the most popular place in Wizarding London,” he smiled, “Let’s go and get you a wand!”

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