A/N: Well hello there! I've been away for a loooong time.
This fanfic is originally written by the amazing SunflowersAndHoney (if you are a Fast and Furious fan, seriously check her works) with the name of saints and Sinners, and since I love it so much and I'm currently (since like two years ago *cough*) obsessed with Dramione, I though mmmm what would the result be of these two with this plot.
So with the permission of the lovely Desi, here is The Saint and The Sinner.
Rating: one big, blood red M.
Summary: "A good Catholic girl wouldn't do that." She reminded him. "A good Catholic girl also wouldn't handcuff her boyfriend to her parent's bed and ride him like a wild stallion." Three shot. Warning: contains blasphemy, sacrilege, questionable role-playing, and straight up smut.
A/N: So this would be in a muggle kind of way, because I can't, for the love of Jesus, think of any way of why the Malfoys would be catholic in the wizarding world. Also both of them will be ooc.
I hope you guys like it and if you do, comment so I can know that you guys want the second part!
Part I
"...and Ginny Weasley is more than welcome to stay over if you feel a bit scared."
"Okay, Daddy."
"Draco, make sure you come and check on my little girl when you leave your father's office at night."
"Yes, sir. I will, sir." Draco nodded his head with a soft smile.
"Make sure you check all the doors and windows before you go to bed. And don't leave the oven on if you're going to leave the house."
"I know, Daddy. I won't."
"And the number of where we'll be staying-."
"Is on the fridge. I know, Daddy. Will you go and have fun? Try to relax."
Helen Granger was standing by the door, carry-on bag in hand, waiting for her husband to finish his spiel. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, her shoulder-length brown hair shimmying.
"Bill, will you leave the girl alone? She knows not to leave the stove on. She's a smart girl. Come on before we miss our flight."
"I'm coming. I'm coming." Bill Granger handed his daughter his Visa card and told her, "For food and emergencies, only."
"I know, Daddy." Hermione Granger stood on her tiptoes and kissed her father's cheek, taking the credit card from his hand. "I love you. Have fun."
"Hermione," Helen kissed her fingertips and blew it at her only daughter. "Mommy loves you. We'll see you on Monday evening."
"Love you too. Bye guys. Call me and let me know you landed safely." The young brunette shut and locked the front door behind her parents. Turning around, her eyes reached the heavens and she slunk against the hard oak. "Ugh, finally they're gone."
Reaching up, she yanked a hair-tie from her wild locks and freed her hair from its prison. Shaking it loose, Hermione looked at her boyfriend and smirked. "That means I get you to myself for three whole days." Her mom had insisted that her father take her on a small vacation to Glasgow before the summer was over. And they trusted Hermione in the house by herself.
After all, she had been Bill and Helen's 'innocent daughter' for seventeen years. Or so, that was the case that Hermione's grandma Jean argued on her behalf. But oh, if her grandmother could see her now as she stalked towards her seventeen-year-old boyfriend, still in her dark grey skirt and white button-up shirt from school. She'd practically torn the grey knitted jumper off when she got home earlier that afternoon.
"I wonder what we should do." Draco replied, his sinister grin matching her perfectly.
"Oh, I've got quite a few ideas." Hermione nodded, an eyebrow cocked. She stood in front of him, hands on his chest.
"Do you now?"
Her right hand slipped down his stomach and to his crotch, which she grabbed firmly through his dark grey uniform slacks.
"We should have a party." He mentioned, trying to ignore the way her hand was stroking him through his pants.
"I promised my Daddy that I wouldn't have any wild parties. I can't disobey my father." Hermione looked up at him, her eyes blazing with mischief. "A good Catholic girl wouldn't do that." She told him, keeping up her 'innocent girl' act.
"A good Catholic girl also wouldn't tie her boyfriend to her parent's bed and ride him like a wild stallion." His fingers trailed up her thighs, bringing her skirt with them. "A good Catholic girl wouldn't let her good Catholic boyfriend finger her in his car right after Friday night Confession. And a good Catholic girl definitely wouldn't ask her boyfriend to put it in her ass." Draco's strong hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass as he spoke before giving one a sound slap.
Flashback
Thumping, rhythmic squeaking, and lots of panting. Not to mention the breathy moans and throaty groans from the couple on the sturdy wooden bedframe. The sound of wood thumped against the wall.
Draco wanted to touch her so bad. Instead, he had to settle for gritting his teeth and forcing himself not to come. Atop of him, Hermione was bouncing on his cock, her pussy squeezing him in a death grip. And here he was, tied to the bed, his own green and silver tie around his wrists, unable to press his hands against her sides and assist her in her movements.
Her skirt was around her waist. And her white collared shirt was hanging off of her shoulders, trapped at her elbows. The gasping brunette was pinching her own nipples, head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode her boyfriend in her parent's bed. They were sweaty and exhausted but were nowhere close to stopping. Draco loved when Hermione took her pleasure from him; having her on top was always an extra-special treat.
She was a spiteful little bitch, Draco would give her that. Her parents said she couldn't have another bookshelf of the family library for the new collections she wanted. Her dad encouraged her thirst of knowledge, but 2 walls and a half of the 4 were enough. So she'd called him over and as soon as he'd rang the doorbell, she pulled him over the threshold and up the stairs to her parent's bedroom, telling him, "Let's play a little game."
"Oh, God. You feel so good." She twisted her hips.
"Shit, Granger. Do that again." He commanded through gritted teeth. And so she did, corkscrewing her tight box around his shaft. She lifted her hips and slammed back down, before grinding back and forth, drawing out the pleasure she was feeling.
"Granger, stop. I'm gonna come." He said with his hands on her waist to slow her down a bit. "Hermione". He repeated when she kept on going.
"So. Close." She panted, her hands now on his chest.
"Fuck, you're sexy."
It was true; Draco's favorite moment was right before Hermione's climax, when her eyebrows furrowed and her body relaxed and her breath got caught in her throat before her body plunged into the sweet, sweet darkness.
"Oh fuck, Draco! Unghh" She called out. A pulsing pressure formed around him and she abruptly lifted herself up, giving Draco the perfect view of her squirting finish.
End of flashback
"Then what kind of Catholic girl does that?" she asked with her eyes wide and hands on his chest.
"The nastiest, naughtiest kind." Draco leaned down and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear, "Like you."
Without warning, he picked her up and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
"What surface haven't we made love on yet, huh?" He wondered aloud.
"Hmm." Hermione thought hard. "Laundry room?"
"Mm, I like the way you think."
Hermione's curly waves fell over his hands like a curtain when she tossed her head back and laughed as they headed towards the laundry room.