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Try as Draco might, it was not easy to remain focused on nights he was scheduled to take Confession.
He found it easy for his mind to wander while he listened to members of his congregation drone on about envying their neighbors’ new car, or swearing at their television when the Spurs lost a big match. He’d dole out their requisite Hail Marys and send them on their way to continue sinning once more. It was his least favorite part of the job.
Draco was counting the knots in the wood grain waiting for the clock to move faster when the sound of the door to the booth next to him clicked shut. Here we go again.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” the voice from the other side of the confessional wall began. “It has been far too long since my last confession.”
He knew that voice.
She had plagued his dreams ever since she’d moved to Wiltshire to take care of her aging parents and subsequently joined their parish. Hermione, a spunky, wisp of a woman who seemed to make it her sole mission to make him question everything. She was as opinionated as she was beautiful, and more and more, he found himself watching her during service.
“I have used the Lord’s name in vain on multiple occasions,” she continued with a chuckle, “I have engaged in sins of the flesh, I have lusted after a man I should not want…”
The thought of her with another caused his stomach to churn. He bit his tongue before he could question this man’s identity. He shouldn’t care.
She could never be his.
“I have gone without a bra to church in the hopes that maybe he will notice my nipples underneath my blouse.”
”I ha-hardly believe this is appropriate Miss Granger,” he managed to choke out.
Hermione continued as if she didn’t hear him struggling. ”I’ve even gone to the bathroom to pinch them, so that they will really be noticeable.”
He’d definitely noticed, and now he was imagining her in the little chapel restroom, her head thrown back in silent ecstasy as he was the one running his hands over her body.
“I think you have noticed, haven’t you Father?” Her voice was closer now and breathy, as if she was right against the screen whispering her fantasies into his ears. “You’ve been paying extra attention to me in church lately. Not as much attention as I’d like though.”
“Miss Granger, I must insist—,” he tried again to protest against her lascivious confessions, but even he could hear the yearning in his own voice. He was desperate for her.
His words went unheeded as he heard the rustling of fabric beside him. He wondered what she could be doing, but he dared not make a sound, lest he break the spell she had him under. Suddenly he heard soft moans coming from the woman to his left.
“Perhaps,” she continued in a breathy voice, “I should shorten my hemlines. Maybe then you’ll notice the pretty things I save for you.”
His curiosity could not take it anymore. The promise of pretty things had his mind racing.
He shifted his body to face the screen separating them, hoping to see even the outline of the temptress whispering to him. He heard rustling again, and he could just barely make out the outline of her body in the booth. Hermione was draped across the bench, her fingers trailing over her body, slowly lifting her shirt as she did so.
Draco felt his pulse quicken, and his mouth dry. She was the most enchanting creature he’d ever seen, and he could feel his resolve wavering.
Never before had someone captured his attention quite like Hermione Granger. The subtle curves of her body, the smooth cadence of her voice, the mischief in her smile, all tempted him like the snake in the garden of Eden. The pretense of Confession was completely forgotten as he watched her slowly shimmy out of her little shorts.
“I can feel your eyes on me, Father,” her voice interrupted his thoughts. “Do you like what you see?”
He knew he should stop her. He knew that continuing with this transgression would be a mistake, a sin, but lying to her just didn’t seem possible. So, although he should lie and tell her that this needed to stop he couldn’t form the words. When he did open his mouth, they were both shocked by his answer.
“Yes.”
And with one word the proverbial floodgates opened.
Draco had given her what she was looking for, a captive audience.
With practiced grace, Hermione began undressing before him. From behind the screen he could almost convince himself he was innocent in his participation in this display. In his heart though, he knew he wanted more. His heart and his head warred against one another as the siren before him began exploring her own body.
“You know Father, in the spirit of confessions, this isn't the first time I’ve touched myself thinking of you. This is one of my favorite fantasies.” Her voice was now almost whiny as she began to work herself towards the ultimate pleasure.
He knew he should look away, that he should ask her to leave. He wasn’t strong enough to do either. She had him fixed in this moment, and he was helpless to resist. God Himself could appear before them and Draco wasn't sure if he’d even spare him a passing glance. As if drawn by some magnetic current, his body began moving out of his own booth and into hers. Their eyes met as he pulled the curtain back fully, now met with an unobstructed view of the Goddess before him.
“Took you long enough,” she smirked up at him. Draco realized at that moment he had been played, but he couldn't quite find it in himself to care. The woman before him was the image of all of his repressed desires and for some reason she wanted him. The vows he had taken when he joined the Church whispered through his mind as he began to sweat. He shouldn’t be doing this. He’d vowed to remain chaste.
”Don’t think so much.”
While he had been warring with himself, he hadn't noticed Hermione maneuvering herself to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with heat in her eyes and slowly trailed her fingers up his legs. Even through the layers of fabric of his trousers, her touch sent fire through his veins. When her nimble fingers began unfastening his belt he finally found his voice again.
“Hermione, wait,” he said, as all of this suddenly became very real to him. Was he really about to break his vows? What was this temptress doing to him?
“I’ll stop if you tell me to, but something tells me that you won’t.”
She was right. He wouldn’t tell her to stop. This beautiful woman before him made him envision a life outside of the Church, a family, a legacy. Maybe she wouldn’t be the one he'd share it with in the end, but now that the seeds of doubt had been planted, his life within the Church was forever changed.
As if she read his mind, Hermione gave his hip a squeeze and brought his attention back down to her. “So what’ll it be, Father? Are you going to send me away?”
”I don't think I ever could.”
Her grip tightened on his hip for just a moment before she began unbuckling his belt once more. Draco felt his pulse quicken as the zipper of his trousers was undone and his pants fell to his ankles. There would be no going back from this, and in this moment he couldn't allow himself to care. His cock was already painfully hard, standing at attention, straining against the fabric of his briefs. Hermione made a pleased little moan as she removed his last barrier of clothing.
“You know what should be unholy? Allowing a cock this gorgeous to go unused.”
Draco felt himself blush at her assessment of him, pleased that even in his experience she found him pleasing. His breath caught as she wrapped one of her hands around the base of his shaft with a little squeeze.
“Can’t believe this is happening,” she moaned, dropping a kiss to his hip bone.
His hips jerked at the feeling of her lips on his skin. Such a foreign sensation that immediately had him craving more.
“So eager for me, aren’t you Father?”
Before he could even formulate a response she swiped her tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock and his head shot back in ecstasy. The heat of her breath against his already overheated skin was a glorious torture. Her mouth felt like Heaven around him, and in thinking so once again reminded him of his vows. This temptress was pulling pleasure from his body he hadn’t known was possible. The feel of his cock sliding through the wet heat of her mouth brought him right to the edge. He gripped the curtain behind him, hoping the rod was strong enough to withstand the abuse.
Having felt the tension in his body, Hermione pulled away with a pop and looked up at him, her pupils blown wide in lust. “You can touch me too, you know? I wouldn’t mind feeling those strong hands in my hair.”
Needing no further coaxing, Draco wove his fingers through her silken strands and gently coaxed her back towards his rigid erection. Hermione immediately took him back into her mouth, sucking him so deep he could feel her swallow around the tip of his cock. He groaned and before he had a chance to warn the beauty in front of him, he spent himself into her mouth, and she swallowed it greedily. In that moment Hermione Granger looked like sin incarnate, her lips swollen and pink, her hair a halo of tangled gold, and she was all his, a lifetime of broken vows spilled down her throat.
“Better than any Eucharist I’ve ever taken,” she chuckled to herself, smirking up at him. The quirk of her brow dared him to say something.
”I should have you kneel for that, you know?”
”Would you look at that? I already am.”
They both laughed which helped to break some of the tension. Draco reached a hand down to help her stand up in the cramped little booth. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around to gather her discarded clothing. Not wanting to let go of her yet, he grabbed her around the middle and buried his face in her neck.
“You’ve officially ruined me,” he whispered into her skin, the weight of their actions starting to press down upon him. She deserved more than he could offer.
“That was kind of the plan,” she smirked at him, “I refused to be the only one to acknowledge our potential.”
He had never been good at keeping secrets, and Hermione should be shown off, not sequestered to dark corners and late nights. Even though he wasn’t sure what they were doing, he knew that much. Before he could spiral into his thoughts any further, Hermione placed her hand on his cheek.
“Hey, are you okay Father?”
“I think we both know that calling me Father means different things to the two of us,” he chuckled.
”You’re right, it definitely does something to me,” as she spoke, she grabbed his hand, placing it against her center. He could feel the heat of her arousal and he suddenly felt the stirrings of his own.
“How selfish of me to not take your needs into consideration, my darling temptress,” he murmured into her ear as he dipped his fingers into her wet slit.
Hermione’s head fell back into his chest at the sensations. She looked magnificent and he needed more of her. He needed her in every way, but he had never laid with a woman before and he was nervous.
“I need you, Hermione,” he groaned. “I need you to show me how to have you.”
Without further prompting, Hermione took his hands in her own and led him out into the sanctuary and lay across one of the pews. Her body was open to him, and his eyes drank in her glory. He quickly began undoing the buttons of his shirt and threw it to the floor. Pressing his naked skin against hers sent waves of pleasure down his spine. She smiled up at him and stretched her neck up to meet his lips with her own.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I can take it,” she murmured against his lips as she wrapped her thighs around his waist. This woman would be the death of him, he thinks as he centered himself at her entrance and slowly sank into her.
They both groaned in pleasure and each took a breath to center themselves and take in the moment. The velvety walls of her sex slowly massaging his cock felt like Heaven once again. After a moment he began slowly thrusting in and out of her slick heat. He thrusted harder, and their hips slammed together as they began moving in sync with each other.
“God you feel incredible,” he groaned as he felt her walls fluttering around him.
“The name’s Hermione,” she snarked back at him.
She took one of his hands and brought it to her clit, showing him how to bring her even more pleasure with small strokes. He continued the small circles around her bundle of nerves while his thrusts grew stronger and deeper. Her moans picked up as he did so, giving him a boost of confidence that he was bringing her as much pleasure as he felt.
“S-so close, don’t stop.”
Draco wasn’t sure he could stop now even if he wanted to. He had quickly become addicted to the woman in front of him, and if he was already damned he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her go any time soon.
”Dracoooooo!” His name was like a curse and a prayer as her orgasm ripped through her body. The squeeze of her body sent him into another orgasm and he came inside her body for the second time that day.
“Not bad for your first time, Father,” Hermione remarked after she caught her breath.
He huffed out a laugh at the cheeky girl, even if he hadn’t decided to leave the Church the moniker of Father would forever be ruined by the sound of her sexy voice whispering it to him in the darkened room.
“I’m glad you approve, Hermione .”
“Looks like you have a few things to confess now too, huh?”
She was right, in a way, but she was also wrong. How could something that brought them so much pleasure be such a terrible thing. As soon as he felt steady on his own feet, he walked over to pick up their discarded clothes, and handed them to Hermione. He also pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to help her clean up the mess he’d made of her thighs.
“I don’t know, perhaps it’s time I hung up the collar, what do you think?” He smirked over at her as he tried to gauge her reaction to the potential of him leaving the clergy.
She looked at him with a stunned expression as he reached a hand out to help her sit up. They dressed in silence, each of them pondered the ramifications of his statement. Would he really leave the Church? What would happen between the two of them? Would it really matter as long as they were together?
She stayed with him as he set the chapel to rights before locking up for the evening. They shared easy conversations, he told her about his childhood and she talked about her future. When he walked her to her car that night he kissed her goodbye and promised her he’d see her again. He intended to keep that promise.
Years later, Draco would remember that day vividly. His life had changed drastically. He left the Church and got a job with the local school administration. He loved being able to work with students and help set the kids on a path for success. Whatever it looked like for them. Things had been difficult for a while, but the one thing that remained constant was his relationship with Hermione.
They’d begun dating soon after that day, and they’d been blissfully happy ever since.
“Hey, H! I’m home!”
“In here!” He heard her reply from the other side of the house, so he went off in search of his wife. He found her in their bathroom relaxing in the tub with a book. Her mane of curls piled on top of her head with a pencil, a habit he discovered she had picked up in uni. She was just as enchanting as she had been on their first night together.
“Dinner’s got about twenty more minutes,” she said as he walked into the steamy room. She still hadn’t looked up from her novel.
“It smelled delicious when I walked in. And what about—“
”At a friend's place for the evening, so it looks like it’s just you and me Daddy.”
Fifteen years and two kids, and the sound of her voice alone sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Hermione Malfoy was his Heaven. She always had been.
He began removing his clothes, as he plucked the book from her fingers and sank into the tub with her. She gave a huff in protest, but said nothing because she knew he wouldn’t lose her place.
“What do you think you’re doing, Mr. Malfoy?” Her eyes crinkled up in amusement at her husband. He smirked at her as he held out his hand to draw her into his chest, settling his arms around her middle.
He began placing kisses up her shoulder until he whispered into her ear. “I plan on showing my wife just how much I adore her. All. Night. Long.”
She let out a groan of pleasure as his hands began trailing over her skin. He felt her shiver in his lap as her hands gripped the sides of the tub.
“Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin again.”