Author's Note : This is my second attempt at a fanfiction story. I'm sorry to say that I have abandoned my other DHr story, but have no fear! This story in completed on my computer and I will be updating chapters regularly!
Plot Summary: This story takes place in the time of King Arthur. The plot is based loosely on the Legend of King Arthur except that I have replaced them with characters from the Harry Potter series (that I have absolutely no claim over)!
Betrayal
Chapter 1: The Wedding
Her dress was made of the finest satin, only fit for a soon-to-be queen. The white rose petals that floated from the ceiling landed on her halo of luscious mahogany hair, she looked other-worldly, radiant. The crown atop her head held the crest of King Ron, a symbol that she was spoken for, a trophy of his growing power and influence. Her long train glided behind her as naturally as wings do on an angel. The smile that graced her timeless features could fool even those closest to her, but not him. He knew her better than the fake smile that didn't reach her eyes. He knew that beneath the calm exterior there was an inner turmoil waiting to erupt. She did not love him, her betrothed. As she gracefully made her way up the aisle towards the bishop and her future husband her eyes met his for a brief moment. They seemed to scream at him, her eyes, begging for salvation in this hopeless situation. She was to be the Queen, wife of most powerful man in England, and he was the King's second in command, a member of the Knights of the Round Table, their secret relationship was not only forbidden, it was punishable by death. And yet they had both known from the beginning the consequences of their actions, and still she came to his bed every night, and he did not turn her away.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…" Draco tuned the rest of the service out, he had no desire to watch his truest love become the property of a man that knew nothing about her, and did not care for her nearly as much as he himself did. He could not watch. He only awoke from his voluntary day-dream to hand the bishop the ring that would elegantly adorn her precious finger. Tonight would be a nightmare for him, as well as her. The wedding bed of the King was a spectacle that all of the Knights could enjoy. Once retired for the night the King and his lady entered their chamber to consummate their sacred bond. What was fairly unknown within the court was that a select few gentlemen, hand chosen by the King himself, could sit within the chamber while the deed was done. If chosen, the Knight was obligated to attend. Draco was one of those lucky Knights that would sit behind the screen, so to let the lady retain some of her dignity, and watch the retched act.
He shook those thoughts from his head as he saw the Bishop ordain Lady Hermione the new Queen of England. For the briefest of moments she gazed at him, as if to apologize. He turned away and did not look upon her again, on the outside he was poised and regal, but inside it felt as if his very heart were being ripped from his chest. The burning sensation quickly captivated his entire body as he watched King Ron valiantly smile and boast about his lovely bride, he even had the audacity to nudge a fellow comrade that would be attending that night as if to prep him for a very entertaining evening. Draco's blood boiled, the hate that he felt for this foolish and child-like King could only compare to the strong loyalty he held for him as well. The contradiction of that thought had puzzled Draco for quite some time. He spent countless hours pondering how he could betray his King in the worst way at night, and in the morning be his most trusted advisor next to the King's own cousin, Sir Harry.
As he stormed out of the cathedral after all of the celebrating was done he went to the place of his deceit, the only place that they were ever truly alone, and the only place that he felt truly at peace with what he was doing, his own chambers.
He had ordered a bowl of hot water to be waiting at his arrival; he needed some way to relax his tense muscles. The last thing he expected to see waiting with the very bowl he had requested was his Hermione. She held the steaming bowl so delicately within her petite fingers, and Draco was tempted to ravish her all night, to steal her from her wedding night with the King and keep her to himself. He slowly backed away from her, and upon seeing the frown that her lips held he quickly smirked and turned the lock on the door.
"They will miss you at the festivities, your highness." Draco spoke with feigned chivalry. "You husband will only be distracted by his wine for so long."
She placed the bowl down on a stand and slowly made her way towards him; he had no shirt on for he was expecting to receive a bath, his chiseled chest laid bare before her. Ever so gently she ran her soft hands up his smooth physique and whispered, "Well then, we must not waste time."
Draco was enraptured, her smell, her eyes…her lips. They were calling to him, pleading that he would give her a memory to revisit tonight while her husband sloppily consummated their marriage.
Draco leaned into her and spoke softly in her ear. "Tonight while you are lying beneath him, while he is drunk with victory and wine, think of me. Remember my hands on your body, imagine me between your legs, and while your King moans in passion, imagine me whispering your name while we make love." While saying this he slowly undid the clasps of her wedding gown and slid it down her curvaceous body, making sure to caress every inch of the skin exposed. Her head lulled back in subdued passion, and when she opened her eyes they were clouded by love. He gazed upon her naked form and wondered what it would be like to openly cherish this goddess, wishful thinking was beginning to become more and more prominent within his tortured soul.
As Hermione undressed him fully he marveled at her care and regard for what he craved. She would subtly glide her hand across his package and watch for his reaction. She knew that she drove him wild, and soon they were sprawled on his bed, naked as the day of their birth, tossing about in a lovers embrace. Their tongues battled for dominance as she lay pinned beneath him. "Remember this moment as if it were the present tonight," he said as he slowly steered his member within her. She arched her back in passion and moaned his name. She knew not how he made her feel so alive and so complete while he thrust in and out of her. At first he was slow and gentle, and then with one quick glance to make sure he wasn't hurting her, his thrusts came harder and faster. They were in frenzy of love and want when she climaxed and arched her back towards him. He was soon to follow, as his seed spread throughout her sweet body her moaned her name caresses her with every fiber of his being, he wanted this to be special for her.
While she dressed to rejoin the party he noticed she would not look at him. With careful movements he engulfed her in his arms and spun her around. Only then did he notice the tears in her eyes. "What is wrong, milady?" He said as he trailed butterfly kisses along her cheek.
"Tell me truthfully Draco, will you be attending tonight? The bedding ceremony…" Draco cut her off with one last bruising kiss, he put his entire heart into that kiss, and she could feel the love he had for her.
Before pulling away from their goodbye Draco answered her with a simple yes. In that one word he expressed all of his contempt and loathing for the man that they were betraying. With that one small word she understood that tonight would be the hardest task he would ever have to endure. Tonight would torment him as much as it would her, and they both knew that their thirst for one another would only increase after the nights proceedings.
He watched her sneak back into the party and take her place by his side, he had hardly even noticed she was gone. As he looked up at his ceiling while reminiscing of their time together an overwhelming sense of dread crept into him as soon as he heard the trumpets sounding the end of the party, and the beginning of the ceremony.
