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!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY AMAZING FRIEND LADYBLUEEYES!


Hermione stood by the open window of her bedroom at Hever castle. Rain lashed down upon the stain glassed windows, that quickly became misted up by the warmth of Hermione’s breath. She had sat in the same spot for nearly a month after hearing of the kings betrothal and her sudden departure from the castle. She had just finished her second letter to her sister, who was positively gloating by all the attention that was being lavished so freely upon her.

It was only the letters from Sirius that brought a smile to her face, as much as she wanted to laugh, her broken heart wouldn’t allow it. He regaled her with anecdotes about the king and the court. When all she really wanted to know was how the king was, and how he was coping. She could imagine his new fiancée, all blonde and French. It hurt her heart to even think about the king, his smiling handsome face, his lips kissing another.

It was just all too much to bear, warm tears slid down Hermione’s soft cheeks for the first time since she had arrived at Hever. It had finally sunk in that the king was getting married. Narcissa had encouraged the rumour to her several times, while Sirius never mentioned a word about Madame De Bastille. She found this a tad strange but knew her family would not lie to her about something as important as this.

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The king sat idly upon his throne, his appearance ragged and unkempt. His eyes reflected the sorrow that his heart held within. How he missed his Hermione, her very presence was like a ray of sunshine on the dark weary court. She was the one who held his heart in the palm of her hand, and he so wished for her to end this pain that coursed through his veins.

It was with a burdened mind that the king decided to retire for the night, his mind was addled by alcohol and thoughts of his beloved. Before leaving he requested a glass of Firewhiskey, to be brought to him in his library.

Promptly, almost ten minutes after, there was a soft knock on the door. He called for the servant to enter and was surprised to see Lady Narcissa Granger enter the library. His heart danced at the sight of her. Surely she would have news of his beloved!

“My Lord.” she said with a small curtsey.

“Lady Granger! How are you today?” he asked as he took the glass from her hands.

“Very well my Lord, and you?” she asked.

“As well as can be, how is your sister?” he asked eagerly.

“She is well my Lord, and is enjoying being in the country.” said Narcissa.

She watched as the kings face dropped a little at her statement, and he proceeded to down the entire glass of Firewhiskey. Almost instantly his eye lids seemed to droop and he collapsed into his chair. Narcissa smiley gleefully at the situation. She then took it upon herself to undress him quickly and place him on the couch., removing her own clothes as she went. She moved the king on top of her and laid his head in the crook of her neck. She crossed her legs over his hips and pressed his flaccid cock at her opening.

‘How conveniently positioned we are’ she thought.

She knew she had to do this, no matter how much it would break her sisters heart, she had already missed one monthly bleed. She could not have a child with Sir Thomas Riddle. He was a monster of the highest degree. Although she did think he was in love with her, it just wasn’t enough. She was made for better things than Sir Thomas Riddle, her standards were high and she only required the best. Who better than the king of England?


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Lucius woke with a splitting head ache, he felt lethargic and weak. He was roused by a set of errant lips against his chest, and a high pitched girlish giggle. He froze and prayed to the gods that he was hallucinating. He opened his eyes once more and came face to face with Narcissa Granger.

He jumped up quickly and instantly regretted it, his knees shook and he collapsed into the nearest chair, making sure he and Narcissa had a good distance between them. He looked her dead in the eye and she smiled devilishly at him, causing his stomach to tighten with dread. What had he done?

With every beat of his heart he hoped he had not done the unthinkable, this would break him and Hermione apart forever. He had performed the ultimate betrayal, and he could not believe how stupid he had been. Hermione’s own sister! He was supposed to be level headed and strong, not weak and tupping the first bit of muslin that sashayed in his direction.

She cleared her throat deliberately and Lucius glared at her coldly. He was beyond furious at himself but more so with her, she obviously lacked the sweet morals of her sister, and the courteous manners of her brother. She had displayed herself like a common prostitute, and he was disgusted by her.

He had once regarded her as stunning, albeit, she knew was self involved enough to acknowledge her own beauty, but she had the air of someone who could be incredibly overbearing. He had watched the two sisters closely in their first few days at the palace and had quickly became enamoured with the youngest Granger, whose youth and honest beauty had clearly outshone her sister.

She was still smiling brazenly at him, unabashed in her nakedness, and Lucius quickly decided that enough was enough.

“Get up! I don’t know what happened here, but it was a mistake.” he said quickly.

“You made love to me, my Lord, you took me right here, on this couch.” she said with a smile.

“Making love is when two people, who love each other, come together to cement that precious feeling, in a joyous celebration of love, not a drunken romp, that I have no recollection of!” he sneered.

“Believe me my Lord, it happened, and it was wonderful.” she said, unashamedly.

“Get out!” he all but screamed and she flinched and quickly gathered her clothes, dressing and making her way to the door.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at her as she stood watching him at the door, his stomach was churning and the guilt was eating away at him. He adored Hermione, and knew she was everything that he had ever wanted. He had never felt love like this before and he knew he couldn’t just let it go.

“Speak of this to no one.” he said as she opened the door.

“Yes, my lord.” she replied.

As soon as Lucius heard the door close, he fell to floor. His knees crashed into the cold stone floor, but if the truth be told, he couldn’t care less. The pain was nothing compared to what he felt within himself. He felt sick to his stomach and his head buzzed with a thousand questions and thoughts.

Hermione could never find out about this, it would destroy them and he couldn’t have that.


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Approximately 6 weeks later…

Lucius couldn’t believe the audacity of the chit! She had publicly demanded an audience with him and he couldn’t very well refuse her in front of the entire court. She had put on quite a show, and the king was obliged to listen to the concerns of his people, but being alone with this woman was not the way one wished to spend their private time.

Lucius steeled himself and entered into the communal sitting room, he felt his anger spike as she smiled at him and he was half tempted to call the whole thing off there and then.

“What is it that you want, Lady Granger?” he asked.

“I have joyous new, my Lord.” she replied.

“What is it? Has your sister consented to return to court?” he asked, his spirit picking up slightly.

“No, I am with child, my Lord.” she said happily.

It was as if someone had slipped a single ice cube down Lucius’ throat. He could feel the ice cold dread sinking further and further down his body until it reached the pit of his stomach. It was at that moment that red hot fury burst inside him and he saw red.

“You are what? You are with child, my child? Conceived on a night that I have no recollection of?” he snarled.

The room was deadly silent, all that could be heard was the harsh, desperate breathing of Narcissa, who was positively petrified of the king at this very moment.

“You are the worst sort of woman, to take advantage of an inebriated man for your own gain?” he said as he advanced on her, coming to a stop right in front of the chair she sat on.

“What did you think, Narcissa? That I would fall in love with you because you carry my child?”

“N-no, my Lord.” she stuttered.

“What makes you think I wont have you and the bastard you carry killed?” he asked.

“My Lord! This could be the son you have always wanted! I beg of you, please do not look upon this with anger, but look upon it as a blessing, a gift from the gods!” she was practically on her knees, pleading with him to see her point.

“You will go, and bring Hermione back from Hever. I want her by my side, for she is the only one I love.” he said as he turned his back on the witch that tricked and trapped him.

“She will not come.” said Narcissa.

“I am the king of England!” roared Lucius, “I command that she returns to this court, or so help me, I will go and get her myself!”

“She will not listen to me, my Lord. She is heartbroken.” she said, her body trembling in the light of her revelation.

“Surely she knows that the rumours are not true?” he said.

“It is not that, that plagues her heart, my Lord.” spoke Narcissa.

It all suddenly became clear to him, if he had asked for Hermione to return, she would have no matter what had happened. This cruel conniving whore had performed the ultimate traitorous act. She had gone against the wishes of the king and told the one person who he had prayed would never find out.

“You told her, didn’t you? Why? Why did you do that?” he asked as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her, desperately wanting an answer to his question.

“Because, I wanted what she had!” shouted Narcissa.

“Get. Out.” said Lucius, his voice dripping with distain.

Narcissa rose quickly and fled to the door.

“She wont come back.” she repeated.

“Out!” screamed Lucius.

She left the room, slamming the door behind her. Lucius collapsed onto the nearest seat and held his head in his hands, he was so idiotic, how could he have been so reckless, he could only remember her entering the room, the rest was a blur of uncertainty. It was one slip, that had cost him his love, and one mistake that had broken her heart.


~*~

Hermione sobbed as she rode in the carriage back to court, how could she face Lucius after this? Knowing that he had made love to her sister, like he had once promised her would to her, every time she closed her eyes she pictured them together, laughing, kissing, touching.

A warm hand grasped hers and she looked up through watery eyes.

“Its ok little one, be strong. He’s made a mistake, but he is suffering for it.” said Sirius.

Sir Remus Lupin had accompanied the pair back from Hever and had told her all about the comings and goings at the palace. He had told her of the kings incessant moping and never ending melancholy behaviour, and she couldn’t help but want to go to him. The love she had for him still burned fiercely within her heart and she had spent her days pining for him.

The carriage came to a stop and she quickly wiped her eyes and smoothed her hair, before rising and stepping out of the carriage, assisted by Remus, who gave her an encouraging smile as the kings henchmen secured her trunk and carried it through the lower levels of the palace, until they reached the ladies quarters.

Hermione was not glad to be back here, she could smell Narcissa before she even stepped into the room. She had come to regard her signature scent as the scent of betrayal. Crass and uncouth, even in her youth she had never felt such contempt for her sister. Her dislike of her now was nearing a level which Hermione had never felt before.

Hermione bid Remus goodbye and was helped into her quarters by Sirius, who helped her get her things back in order while she awaited the arrival of Narcissa.

Narcissa entered the room, leaving the door open behind her and stepped forward to greet Sirius, who stepped backward from her embrace, while glaring disgustedly at her. She then looked to Hermione, in greeting and Hermione felt all the pain and anger that resided within her build to a fearsome peak and she reached out and struck Narcissa hard across the face.

Furious tears fell from Hermione’s eyes as Narcissa stood frozen with shock, her obvious surprise displayed across her face.

“How could you? How could you do this to me Narcissa? I’m your sister!” cried Hermione.

Narcissa’s face contorted into a grotesque scowl and she straightened herself out.

“He’s a man with needs, Hermione. Obviously you weren’t giving him what he needed, so he turned to the lighter, brighter, Granger sister.” she spat.

“I am no common whore, do not mistake me for yourself, Narcissa, did you think I do not know what has been happening between you and Sir Thomas Riddle? You have been using your body to ensnare him since the moment we first arrived! I watched him positively salivate over you on more than one occasion. I would even go as far to suggest, that the babe you carry is not the kings, but Riddles!” said Hermione.

Narcissa laughed cruelly as she placed her hands on her stomach.

“This child was conceived by myself and the king. We made love, and this is the fruit of our joining, the prize of the act.” she grinned, her eyes flashing coldly with malice.

“He will always have my heart, and my love, Narcissa, because despite what has happened between you, I love him still, with all my broken heart. If its with you he belongs, then so be it. I only wish for him to be happy.”

~*~


Lucius stood listening outside the quarters that housed the ladies in waiting, he was so proud of his little Lionne, how she had stood for what she believed in and how much compassion she was still willing to show him. One thing had caused him alarm, his Hermione had spoke of a link between Narcissa and Thomas Riddle..

It was time to find out exactly that link was.


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Dum dum dummmm, so the plot thickens LOL, well at least it does for Tom, Narcissa and thier unborn child.

A big thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, big Lucius hugs for all of you, or Draco is more than happy to oblige if you want one from him too!