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WARNING: Smut alert!

Part XII

My father's wedding was a spectacular event. Tonks was a gorgeous bride and an entertaining host to the guests. She was beautiful and kind, thought my father hung the moon, and loved him dearly. Her memories of him nursed her through those fifteen years of uncertainty, and finally she had her chance at happiness. Sirius gave her away and I swore I saw the grown man cry.

The happy occasion was soon followed by her coronation as Queen. A regal sight so pure, as she held her scepter and recited her oath, I saw the sun shine upon the most beloved woman in our realm. My father placed the crown upon her head and then kissed her tenderly before the congregation.

The celebrations were grand and lively. Graceful dancing and rich food spread upon tables as long as the room, on either side. Ale, wine, and champagne catered by servants were brought to each guest. Orchestras and string quartets entertaining the masses, my private enjoyment was the banter of the twins as they chatted about the things they saw. Bill and Fleur announced they were expecting before one of the feasts. Draco and Luna were married in secret and she was notably happier than I had ever seen her.

Ronald was at my side the entire time. He was appointed my guard, until his brother Charlie finished his rigorous selections of my private guard and staff. The decree of my legitimacy had been made public and the support of the realm calmed my father's nerves tremendously. It allowed our small family to relish in our good fortune, while we rebuilt the horrid state of our home.

Treaties and trade agreements were reestablished and our kingdom began to prosper. The Weasley children were offered various titles and lands for their efforts. Percy was appointed High Secretary to all of the king's affairs and he quickly settled into his newfound duties. Charlie was now in charge of all armies and was responsible for their training and supplies. Fred and George were in charge of organizing the entertainment for every event, not matter how quaint or grand. Bill and Fleur were now the Duke and Duchess of Somerset. Ronald was appointed the title and honor of the Duke of Suffolk. I beamed with pride at the celebrations put in place for my family.

No One's POV

Remus offered Ronald another gift in private once the festivities were complete. A legal document with beautiful calligraphy and the royal seal: a marriage contract.

"My daughter is a gem, the most precious in all the land. You must do right by her. Provide, support, and love her with no room for other lovers. She is to be your priority above anyone. Do you understand?" Remus peered across the table, gravely serious in his speech.

"Sire, there is no other that can or will ever distract me as she does. She will be honored and given every cherished moment of my life." Ronald stood proud and signed his name to the contract, beside his King's.

The meeting ended, and Ronald exited the room

Hermione's POV

Our sleeping arrangement continued, even after my residence was switched to Buckingham Palace. I convinced Ronald to stay at court until his residence was prepared and proper for his new title and land.

Our nightly routine would begin with stories of his childhood or recants of my favorite books. Eventually, one would snuggle into the other and kisses and roaming hands would take over. Curious fingers explored each other's body and discovered ways to make each other either gasp or giggle. Our engagement had opened new luxuries for each of us, namely privacy.

This night, something was rather different. The heavy petting and sweet caresses were not enough. I did not feel the need to ignore my carnal urges anymore. Ronald's bulge was too inviting and I made my decision. I sat up and began to rid myself of my dressing gown. Ronald's eyes grew large and he tipped my chin and made me eye level with him.

"Do not tread on such dangerous ground, love. A man can only resist so much."

Smirking lazily in his direction, I untied the ribbons on my chest. My milk breasts were exposed and Ronald, for all the self-control that man possessed, darted his eyes back and forth from the mounds and my lips. Giggling, I took his hand and placed it upon my chest. I noticed he seemed to stop breathing properly and decided he needed another push.

Gathering my dressing gown at my upper thigh, I straddled him and incited a round of kisses far more aggressive than our previous. He began to play with my nipple, making it stand at his attention. I moaned into our kiss and the sensation sent him the courage to become rougher with his desire. I knew he needed to be pushed again, so I began to move back and forth on this lap, making a low growl emit from his chest and I laughed. His eyes had become dark, lustful, and hungry. I had him exactly where I desired.

My hand took my bottom hem and disrobed me of my last restriction. My dress hit the floor and my naked form sat in front of my fiancé, confident under his gaze.

"Hermione, I am offering you one final out, before I give into my own urges," he pleaded, his bulge forming and becoming more noticeable by the second. His breathing was shallow.

"Last chance to do nothing more than sleep beside me. Last chance to deny those wanton desires."

I giggled and moved closer to his place in the bed. Slipping his dressing gown over his head, I feasted my eyes on the chiseled form of my lover. A thin line of flaming hair teased its way to his delicious member. Teasing him, I ran my fingers lightly over his belly and into the patch of hair nestled above my destination. My curiosity grew and I grazed my fingers over his building erection. My finger slid from the tip of the erection to the base. I marveled at how thick and long he seemed to be. I began to worry if he would even fit.

My theory was interrupted by Ronald hissing and flipping me over to me back. Hovering above me, his lips found my chest and began nipping at my breasts. My head went back and I groaned pleasantly as his lips began to suck on my nipple. The pleasure sent through my body was better than anything I had ever experienced. Switching from each breast, he soon found my peaks at full attention aching for more. His lips left them, however, to travel farther down my belly, coming to the curls nestled between my legs. He kissed each tender thigh, teasing my heat, and then nudged them open. Even the slightest touch from him, sent electricity through my body.

A strange coil was forming deep in my belly. With each flick of his tongue on my skin, a gasp or moan left my lips. My hands were wildly gripping my hair or the bed post. The pressure from the coil becoming more intense as the man pleasuring me fulfilled every desire of my wanton fantasies.

Properly teased, Ronald raised himself to be eye level with me, balancing on one elbow. His other hand traveled between my legs and to my most intimate part. Tenderly, he ran a finger over the slit of my core. I bit my lip and realized his gaze had yet to leave me. He continued to stare into my eyes, as he ran his finger between the folds, earning a gasp from me. The coil in my belly becoming increasingly tight, my knees spread even farther and granted him better access. The tip of his index finger found my entrance and he watched my expression quickly change, as he drove his finger inside of me. Whimpers of pure bliss escaped as my head reared back. Driving his digit in and out, he found a pace and then added a second finger. His thumb began to work my clit and he quickly added a third finger, stretching me from inside. My back arched, simultaneously bringing the coil in my belly to snap. The waves of satisfaction rushed over me as I pulsed from my first orgasm.

Ronald chuckled as he wiped his hand on the sheets. My body calmed down and my eyes quickly snapped to him. "Princess, your wish is my command. Are you absolutely sure of your desires for this night?"

Noticing his erection was still evident, I quickly pushed him over to his back to kiss my way down his chiseled chest and abdomen. His erection became nestled between my breasts during my ministrations, and I giggled. Harnessing my bravery, I swiped my tongue over the tip of his penis and earned myself a moan from Ronald. Running my kisses and tongue along the shaft, I forced his head to droop back with pleasure. Sinking my mouth upon his penis, I sucked causing him to moan and produce low growls. I bobbed up and down and applied pressure as I licked the tip that began leaking a salty substance.

His hands grasped my ribs and he pressed me into the mattress on my back. Our mouths began another battle for dominance, with neither side backing down. His fingers began toying with my entrance again, stretching it. He broke our kiss, panting. His eyes asked the question his mouth could not form and I nodded my consent. He aligned his penis with my core, and stroked my hair out of eyes. His inner battle waged on, until I ran my hand down his cheek.

"I love you, Ronald Weasley. It's ok."

His insecurities shattered, Ronald kissed me with everything he had and slowly entered my virginal heat. His erection stretched and filled me completely. Once he met my barrier, he mumbled an apology before thrusting forward once more. The stinging pain rippled through my body and forced me to cringe. A silent scream filled my lungs and a few tears streamed out. His forehead resting on my own, he waited until my breathing returned to normal and I nodded for him to continue.

Ronald began very slow, allowing me to adjust, but eventually picked up pace. My hands wound in his hair, his were either lost in my curls or bracing his position. Muffled moans and gasps were mixed with cries of pleasure as he kept my lips occupied. My coil had returned and I felt it becoming tighter than before. I wanted another blissful explosion, but was currently investing my time on Ronald's pleasure. Our awkward motions from before synchronizing into blissful rhythm.

His pace quickened, so I instinctively hiked my legs over his lower back, crossing my ankles. He chuckled dangerously and began pounding into me with reckless abandonment. I felt purest form of pleasure and love as he took my maidenhead with pride. The coil became painfully tight, until I felt his hand press onto my throbbing bud. With wide eyes, I gasped his name as my second orgasm rocked my body. Ronald's back was arched and his spent member was buried deep within me, filling my womb with a warm sensation. He slid beside me, quickly gathering me in a fierce kiss.

"Get your dressing gown and return to bed." His command confused me.

"You just took my virginity. Why on Earth-"

"I'd prefer this image to belong to no one save me."

Our days were spent performing duties and preparations. Fittings for my gowns and matters of his estate needed dealt with. Evenings were spent celebrating with his family or dining with advisors. However, once we entered my chamber, propriety vanished and we continued our passionate affair. The staff and contractors gossiped, but were quickly quelled by Tonks. No one wanted to anger King Remus's new wife, their Queen.

"Lady Hermione risked her life for her father, YOUR KING, to return to power. She is entitled to a little fun. Some of you should not cast gossip. Far too many trips to the stables prove you to be hypocrites."

Buckingham Palace was exquisite. The staff was rushing around perfecting each crevice to make this day run smoothly. Flowers were everywhere and garland hung from the walls. Silk was spun, draped, and fastened to the ceiling. The day for my coronation was here.

I slept, or tried to, with Ronald by my side. Currently, his lips were planting kisses and trails along my exposed neck and shoulders. His tongue occasionally darted out, flicking across my skin. A hand was buried in my hair and another was flirting with my hip, roaming over my bum and over to my clit. Still experiencing the blissful ache from the previous night, I rolled over and kissed him, wanting nothing more than for this fantasy to go on forever.

Unfortunately, my servants arrived and whisked him away, the girls giggling as he slipped his dressing gown over his naked form. He slipped through a panel and was gone without another word.

I was bathed, dressed, primped, and prodded all day. My appearance must be perfect for the portraits. Luna, Ginny, and Fleur were among my ladies of the day, each in charge of keeping my patience intact. Once I was dressed, I stood before a mirror admiring their work.

My gown was deep purple, the color of royalty, made of the finest satin, fitted to my wait and allowing my breasts to tease from the top. The sleeves were slender and ivory tulle framed my wrists subtly. A train gracefully fell from the back with pearls and lace attached to the precious material. My hair was allowed to fall, sleek curls framing my face and back.

Sirius entered and told us it was time. He was my escort for the procession and beamed down brightly at my appearance. Slipping my arm around his extended elbow he led me to the hall.

The decorations for the event were breath taking. The loyal subjects of the king were either crowded down either side of the aisle or waiting outside for the first glimpse of the princess.

My ladies began their procession once the music sounded off. Battling with smiling or crying, Sirius noticed me bite my lip.

"Let this realm know what a beautiful, princess warrior we have, hmm? Shall we?" He waited for my eyes to clear before we entered the hall.

As we marched along the aisle, I noticed the nobles and gentry bowing as I made my way past them. The distance to the stage seemed to become longer with every step and I grew more nervous with each breath. Sirius squeezed my hand and comforted me along. We stopped and knelt before the officiant and my father and step-mother. Sirius was instructed to rise and stand at the far edge. Soft hands braced my shoulders and righted me into a standing position.

"Now is the time to give what you have so deserved for so long, my child," the priest said.

"Bow your heads, kind sirs and madams." He took a deep breathe and nodded at me kindly. "We thank the Heavens for the safe return of our good and rightful monarch, King Remus, and the return of his close confidant and solder, Lord Sirius Black. We pray that the union so sought by our people and those above us is blessed and the union be fruitful. We pray that our country is rebuilt to its former glory and we prosper during his reign and that of his heirs. We also pray that this child before us is blessed in the titles bestowed and she is guided by the Heavens to not stray. All the glory to the Heavens for our many recent blessings and miracles! AMEN!"

I opened my eyes and noticed the Queen approach me.

"Turn and see your people. Let them see the brave young woman that fought alongside me and faced her worst fears in hopes to bring the traitors to their rightful demise." Her proud expression gave me confidence and I slowly turned, but kept my eyes upon the door.

I stood and recited my oath of allegiance to the king and the oath of service. A scepter was placed in my left hand, once this task was complete. The vows of the Prince/Princess of Wales were stated and a staff was placed in my opposite hand. I granted my allegiance to my father and granted my allegiance to my nation. I swore by my vows, swearing to uphold my new station. All the while, I could not shake the feeling that this day was a dream. The silly imaginings of a servant girl, wasting her time daydreaming in a far corner.

The only time I truly believed my reality was the moment my father draped a silver cape framed with ermine over my shoulders, clasped with a fine white gold chain. He walked to the edge of the stage to Sirius, who was now holding a precious pillow with a gorgeous crown embellished with polished stones and gems. My crown was taken from its sacred pillow and my father stood behind me.

"With the wisdom offered by those close to you and by my trusted staff, you will make a fine Princess, my daughter," he whispered.

Clearing his throat, he projected my oath. "By the power and glory vested in this nation by the Heavens, I now dub the Hermione the I, Crown Princess of Wales. Good People, I give you your PRINCESS!"

Never again, would I suffer from a low status. Never again, would I endure cruel looks or be ignored. My family was here. My father had done everything in his power to protect me from those of the corrupt court. The man I loved dearly was watching my every move, staring at me with such adoration. No longer was I the forgotten disgrace, the crowd now chanted another tune.

"Long live the Princess! LONG LIVE PRINCESS HERMIONE!"

A/N: Thank you and I hope you have enjoyed the journey of my imagination. Happy Reading! :)