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!


I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world Coldplay - Viva La Vida


Hermione rushed around the duchess’s chambers in a panic, Amelia had gone into labour earlier that morning and had asked for some sort of company, since Hermione was coming along so well in the healing part of her magical education, Lucius had suggested that she be by Amelia’s side through the birth. In all honesty, he just wanted to see her, she had become reclusive around the palace and he had seen her only once or twice and for a mere 30 or so seconds.

Hermione smiled as Amelia gripped her hand hard as she wiped the sweating brow of the brave duchess, the healers had told Amelia that in a short while she would have to deliver the baby. She had laughed as Amelia had warned her of the virility of the Malfoy men, and advised her it was best that she didn’t let Lucius come anywhere near her.

Hermione was already certain that wasn’t going to happen, she had made the decision with a heavy heart that she could no longer be with Lucius. She loved him more than life but she couldn’t bear to put herself through anymore heartache.

She tried to soothe Amelia as she began to try to push the baby out of her body, but nothing could calm the distressed witch, whose cries filled the entire chamber. With several last pushes, Lady Angelique Malfoy came into the world. Amelia fell back against the headboard as the baby was taken away to be cleaned and wrapped.

“You did so well.” smiled Hermione as she helped clean Amelia after the birth.

“Thanks.” replied a drowsy Amelia.

“Shall I fetch the Duke?” asked Hermione.

“If you would, thank you.” she said.

Hermione walked quickly to the small sitting room, of the duke and duchess’ chamber and knocked politely before opening the door, she curtsied and entered.

“The Duchess is requesting that the Duke come to the chambers, he is now the father of a beautiful baby girl, Lady Angelique Malfoy.” said Hermione.

Draco roared with happiness as Alexander rose to congratulate him, leaving Lucius to look on at Hermione, his gaze tinged with regret and sadness. Draco and his cousins followed on after Hermione as she led them to the newest addition to the royal family.

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she watched Lucius cradle the newborn, and she felt her eyes glaze over with tears as he rocked her back and forth. She couldn’t bear to watch any longer, she congratulated the duke on his daughter and bid the new family goodbye and slipped out of the chambers as the sob escaped from her throat.

She ran quickly down the corridor, clutching her skirts so she could move without effort and on to the open balcony at the end of the doorway. She sat on the bench as her chest shook violently and fresh sobs broke free. The baby was a startling reminder of what she could never have with the king, no matter how much she wanted it.

She barely noticed as the balcony doors closed and Lucius sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He revelled in her closeness, he could smell her subtle rose scent and the natural fragrance of her tumbling curls. She leaned inward and buried her face into his neck, he could feel the warm wetness of her tears running down on to his linen shirt.

He stood, pulled her up alongside him and apparated them away to his chambers, she stayed clinging to him, still weeping as he led her over toward his bed, not wanting in the slightest to let her go.

She looked up at him through glassy, tear filled eyes and willed herself to smile, but it never came. His thumb brushed over her eyelids and she hiccupped under the strain of her tears. He smiled as she leaned in to his touch, he felt her warm breath on the base of this thumb, and he ached to kiss her.

“Sweetheart, darling, no, please, I never wanted you to cry for me, if I had only known what that heartless wench’s intentions were all about, I’d have come for you sooner.” he said.

“She’s pregnant, Lucius.” whispered Hermione.

“You must realise, that I regret this immensely, I never for one second ever wanted to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand how she ever could have done this to me, Lucius, she’s meant to be my family.”

“I don’t remember one single second of it, I just remember her bringing me my evening Firewhiskey, and waking up with her there.”

“You don’t remember anything? Nothing at all?” she asked.

Lucius shook his head.

“When I woke, I had the worst aching head I’ve ever experienced. I felt positively ravaged by drink, even though I hadn’t had that many.”

Hermione pulled away from Lucius and wiped her eyes.

“Don’t you think this all is a bit convenient for Narcissa, Lucius? I know something has been going on with her and Sir Thomas Riddle.”

“It seems like only yesterday, that he was dancing in circles around you.” said Lucius, whose gut feeling was telling him that something was amiss about this whole situation.

“It was just after the Queen’s unfortunate death that they started to become close.” she said.

“Hermione, is there any chance they could have been more than just confidantes?” he asked.

“Lucius, I’m more than sure that they were, Narcissa was displaying symptoms of pregnancy long before I went to Hever.”

“I need to speak with Sir Riddle, he may be the only one who can resolve this façade.”

“Do you honestly believe in your heart, that we could be together?” she asked.

Lucius looked into her shining brown eyes and smiled, “We will be together my beautiful Lionne, forever. I love you, and always will.”

“Oh Lucius.” she sighed, and raised her hand to his cheek, her smooth soft hand felt like heaving against his skin. He leaned into her hand and kissed the base of her thumb and she whimpered. His gaze was intense as he looked into her eyes, she could see the depths of longing and love that were reflected in his.

She didn’t fight it as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, she immediately allowed him admittance and kissed him back, realising how much she had desperately missed his touch.

He had her back now, however far away she may seem, she was here now, and he was never ever going to let her go.


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Narcissa was positively incensed by Hermione’s behaviour. How dare the girl come back from Hever and preach to her like she was a common whore. To all intents and purposes this was the king’s child. No one ever need know she had lain with Sir Thomas Riddle, she was never going to speak of it, and her errant sister would have to be warned of the price of crossing Lady Narcissa Granger, if she dared do so.

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Sir Thomas Riddle had never been one for family, his mother dying in the throes of birth and his father leaving him at every opportunity he could. His father was a rich nobleman who seemed content to play with his whores than to find a stable mother figure for his young son. Tom was not at all surprised or saddened by his fathers death, when it happened on the day of his seventeenth birthday. Tom had arrived at his fathers stately home, in the small town of Little Hangleton, only to find him dead. He had inherited his father title, and all belonging property’s.

He had never thought about settling down, or about procuring a wife to carry on the Riddle name. Tom had often thought himself incapable of love. Until he had met her, she had blown his entire world apart, with her breathtaking beauty and unspoiled innocence. He knew he had a power over her, due to the mere fact that he was a wizard, as were many prominent figures at the royal court. The king himself was a strong powerful wizard, whose ancestors could be traced back to Merlin himself. He was not a wizard to be trifled with, but his Narcissa had set her sights at the top, and who was he to deny her what she so very desired? It had started out as a mere cat and mouse chase, wooing the king, trying her very best to dazzle and enchant him. But the king had seen right through her, choosing to favour her sister, the beautifully pure Hermione.

But her sister! Gods her golden sister, she was his sun moon and stars, and he daresay, his love. He, Sir Thomas Marvolo Riddle, loved Lady Narcissa Granger, and he was going to have her one way or another.


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Severus Snape sat and watched as his pretty little wife, moved fluidly around their kitchen. She was humming happily as she chopped up a small red onion, stepping back slightly to catch the moisture that was leaking from her brilliant blue eyes. Damn them onions! Eyes that beautiful should never cry, except in the throes of passion.

He sat entranced as he watched her, cooking the Muggle way. She loved the fine art of cooking and detested using her wand to prepare their meals. Severus loved the way her green apron emphasised the delicious curve of her hips as it was tied tightly at her waist, giving him a perfect view of the delectable figure he constantly craved.

Rhonda Snape turned toward her ogling husband and laughed, she would often find Severus’ eyes glued to her behind when he thought she wouldn’t notice, but she always did. Those demanding obsidian eyes burned her in the most delightful ways possible, and she cleared her throat as he continued to stare.

“Severus, darling, do I have something on my dress?” she asked nonchalantly, as she mimicked straining to look at the back of her dress.

Severus snapped out his stupor and smirked.

“Not at all, although, you would look much better out of it.” he said silkily.

“Severus Snape! You have such a filthy mind!” she scolded him, mockingly.

“One of my many charming genetic traits, that you so love.”

“Really? And pray tell, what are the others that I so love?” she asked.

“My wonderful, magical hands.” he smirked as he waved his long pale fingers in her direction.

“Surely you can do better than that?” she asked.

“Witch!” he smirked, “what about my enchantingly flexible tongue?”

“Oh yes, Severus, that was exactly why I married you, for you fantastically talented tongue.” she laughed.

“Or, my beautiful wife, was it my ability to make you scream so loudly as I ravish your body, the neighbours think we are being attacked by a herd of wild hippogriffs?”

“Well, there is that. Not forgetting the smooth column of perfection that I so love to worship at every opportunity I get.” she said as she stepped closer to her husband, discarding the chopping knife to the nearest counter.

“Oh you do, do you?” he asked as she advanced on him, hair curled wildly around her ample breasts and her cheeks flushed, “Maybe you should remind me of the dedication of your said worshipping.”

Rhonda gazed at her husband, he was not a conventionally handsome man. But he could never fail to take her breath away. His demeanour was considered sulky and cold, but she knew the man behind the façade was anything but cold, Severus held more love in the palm of his hands than most would ever find in an entire lifetime. He loved fiercely and without prejudice. What you see with Severus is what you get, and Rhonda loved every single dark inch of her potions master husband.

“Maybe I should, dear Severus,” she smiled as she used her wand to divest him of the may layers of clothing he wore under his black robes, “Maybe, I should.”

Severus groaned lowly as he felt his wife’s hot mouth close around his shaft, his hands moved quickly into her wild mane of curls, guiding his length in and out of her mouth, moaning as he felt her hot tongue skim the underside of his throbbing cock.

“Oh, gods! Rhonda!” Severus gasped.

Rhonda released Severus, with an audible pop, and frowned.

“You know what to call me, Severus.” she said.

“My apologies, Mistress Snape, it will not happen again.” he purred.

“You know the punishment, if it does, Severus.” she warned.

Severus shuddered as he remembered the last time he had been punished by his wife, the little firecracker had left his bottom smarting and burning like a hearty fire after she had finished with him. Severus smiled fondly as he remembered her flushed face as she brought her hands down on his bottom, spanking him for all he was worth. Leaving a very aroused Severus begging for more from his surprisingly dominant wife. He was only too pleased to submit to her, he adored the feeling of her little hands all over his body, touching, teasing him, taking him to unknown realms of pleasure. Ones he had only been able to dream about.

“I’ve been a naughty wizard, Mistress Snape, and I need to be punished.”

“I think you may be right, Severus. Tell me, what do you propose your punishment should be?” she asked.

“I feel I deserve a good spanking, Mistress.” he asked, his tone revealed just how much he wanted it.

Rhonda shivered as ordered Severus to go and stand at the foot of their bed, and he obeyed, unabashed in his nakedness, he walked proudly through the large house, his cock bouncing off his stomach as he went.

He reached the foot of the bed and kneeled, the tip of his cock grazed the cool wood of the four poster bed and he moaned. He looked back to see his wife staring at him, a look of pure desire written boldly across her face.

Severus grinned, oh yes he was going to be punished for sure, tonight.


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Gods this was a hard chapter to get out! Seriously, I've been having bad writer's block, but I am BACK haha!

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