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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Harry_Potter, Albus_Dumbledore/Hermione_Granger
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Harry_Potter, Albus_Dumbledore
  Additional Tags:
      Chan, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Dubious_Consent, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-29 Words: 1814
****** Harry Potter and the Heavenly Match ******
by enthusio
Summary
     A twisted take on the Hogwarts School of Prayer and Miracles.
     Harry accidentally stumbles on Reverend Dumbledore having a very
     private conversation with his daughter. His timely intervention saves
     her immortal soul and earns him an unexpected reward.
     Warnings for sex well below the age of consent, attempted incest, and
     blatant misuse of Biblical passages. If I get hit by lightning the
     next time I go outside you'll all know why.
Notes
     I started this planning for it to be far more fucked up, but then it
     got away with me and became almost sweet. If you ignore creeper
     Dumbledore and Harry and Hermione being eleven.
"I don't know about this, Daddy.  I thought God wanted me to stay pure."
Harry stopped.  He had been on his way to speak with Reverend Dumbledore about
the Slytherins and their idols, but if the good reverend was speaking with his
daughter Harry didn't want to interrupt.  After all, Proverbs 22:6.
"God does want you to stay pure, darling, but Daddies are different.  Remember
Genesis 19:31-36?"
Genesis 19?  Now that was odd.  Harry had been studying his bible faithfully
and he remembered that in Genesis 19 Lot and his daughters escaped from the
destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.  What could Reverend Dumbledore be saying to
Hermione about that?
Harry knew that eavesdropping was wrong, he'd read Ecclesiastes 7:21, but he
couldn't seem to help himself.  He was only eleven years old and sometimes
little boys get into mischief.  Quietly, he tiptoed closer to the open window
through which he'd heard the Reverend and his daughter speaking and peaked
inside.
Only Harry's supreme Christian willpower kept him from gasping and alerting the
father and daughter of his presence.  Hermione and her father were talking,
yes, but they weren't just talking.  Hermione was lying on what had to be her
bed (Harry had never been in her room of course, that wouldn't have been
Christian) wearing nothing but her bright blue hair bow.  Her legs were spread
and Reverend Dumbledore was kneeling between them.  He, too, was nude, his
manly phallus pointing proudly toward his daughter's girlhood.  Harry began to
avert his eyes, his conscience telling him he shouldn't be looking upon
Hermione's nakedness, but then his young friend's hips shifted and he was drawn
back in.
Reverend Dumbledore had his hand between Hermione's legs.  At first Harry
didn't understand why, then he realised that two of the good Reverend's fingers
were slipping in and out of her body.  It took Harry a moment to figure out
that that must be where a man's penis went when he wished for his wife to be
with child.  No wonder Hermione was so uncertain!  Fathers weren't meant to lay
with their daughters, even Heathens knew that!
Harry knew he had to stop this before it went any further.  Poor Hermione's
immortal soul was at stake.  He shoved the window fully open and threw himself
into Hermione's room.
"Stop that!" he shouted, making the Reverend jump and nearly fall off his
daughter's bed.  "Genesis 19:31-36 is about rape!  Remember Levitiucs 18:17!"
The good Reverend looked started for a moment before he spoke.
"You are right, Harry," he said.  He turned to Hermione and said, "Forgive me,
daughter, for I was only trying to help you.  There are so many ungodly men in
the world, I wished for your virtue to be given to a godly man who could
appreciate it."
Hermione burst into tears.  "I'm sorry, Daddy," she cried, "for tempting you
into sin with my womanly wiles."  She sniffled and looked at Harry before
wailing even more.  "And Harry!  You've seen my nakedness!  You're unclean too
and it's all my fault!"
Harry looked at his shoes.  He *had* looked upon Hermione's nakedness.  He
didn't think it was Hermione's fault, but it had happened -- and what was worse
was that he had enjoyed it.  He'd been attracted to the pretty little girl's
purity and innocence since the first moment they'd met.  Seeing her unclothed
and slightly flushed from her father's probing fingers had filled him with an
excitement he didn't quite understand.  He looked pleadingly at Reverend
Dumbledore, hoping the wise old man would have a solution for all of them.
The Reverend stroked his beard thoughtfully.  "Harry," he said finally, "you
are a virtuous young man.  How would you like to wed my daughter?"
Hermione gasped.  "Really Daddy?," she exclaimed, "You believe I'm ready for
the joy of being a wife and mother?"
Reverend Dumbledore nodded.  "I believe you are.  More importantly, it will
keep both you and Harry from an eternity of Hell fire.  There is nothing wrong
with a man looking upon his wife's nakedness."  He paused for a moment before
continuing, "Of course, as you are both so young I shall have to instruct you
on your marital duties."
Harry looked between the Reverend and his daughter.  He couldn't imagine
anything better than the sweet, Godly young girl in front of him becoming his
lifelong helpmate.  He even appreciated the good Reverend offering to teach
them how to be man and wife.  Certainly Harry had no idea how to begin creating
a family.  He just had one question.
"Sir," he began, "I would love nothing more than to marry your daughter.  Only,
I don't know how we're meant to consummate the marriage if she's still a girl. 
What about Genesis 1:28?"
The Reverend smiled indulgently at Harry.  "My daughter became a woman just
last month.  That is why I was in such a hurry to see that her virtue be given
to a Godly man."  He looked toward Hermione, "I didn't wish for you to miss
even one chance to fulfil Psalm 127:3."
Hermione smiled at her father.  "I understand, Daddy.  You've given me a
wonderful husband and I cannot wait to be married to him."
Harry quite agreed and so the good Reverend performed the marriage right there
in his daughter's bedroom.  Hermione wore only her blue hair bow and Harry
stripped down until he was similarly unclothed when the Reverend suggested that
it would make their instruction in marital duties easier.  They recited their
vows, feeling the love of the Lord washing over them.  Then it was time for the
consummation.
Harry was slightly nervous, but he trusted in the Reverend to guide them
through this special time.  He knelt in front of his new wife, gazing quietly
at her nakedness.  His hand trembled slightly as he slowly began to rub the
special place above her entrance that the Reverend told him would enhance her
enjoyment.  After all, did not the Song of Solomon teach that sex between a man
and his wife was a gift unto the Lord?
It took some fumbling, but eventually Harry found a pace that made his lovely
new wife tremble and gasp.  Her still flat chest flushed to match her rosy
cheeks and heaved with her shaky breaths.  Harry found himself imagining what
she would look like when her breasts were swollen with milk for their future
children.  The thought made him falter and lose his rhythm, drawing a slight
pout from Hermione.
He wasn't quite sure why the Reverend instructed him to turn so that his
boyhood was facing Hermione, but when she drew him into her mouth he found he
didn't care.  He lowered his head between her legs and tried to give her the
same pleasure she was giving him.  He was so engrossed in his task that he
didn't even notice when the good Reverend began stroking his own manhood in
time with his daughter's movements.
Hermione's entrance was pulsing now, the small hole seeming to open and close
right before his eyes.  Tentatively, Harry slipped a finger inside, then
another when he felt how warm and wet and soft it felt.  His little wife
gasped, her hips moving to draw his fingers deeper inside.  Harry reluctantly
moved so that he was once again kneeling between her legs and watched as she
pressed herself further onto his fingers.  Her hands were clutching at her
bedsheets now, her breath coming in shallow pants.  Harry wanted nothing more
than to bury himself inside her, but when he moved to do just that the Reverend
stopped him.
"Not just yet, my boy," he said, "remember 1 Corinthians 7:3."
Harry nodded.  He didn't think he could last very long inside his wife right
now anyway, just looking at her was nearly making him waste his precious seed. 
He shifted so that he could lick at her special place while still filling her
with his fingers.  The feeling of her girlhood throbbing around his fingers
still filled him with lust, but not being able to see as much of her helped him
keep some control.
Soon Harry felt his wife's girlhood clench around his fingers, seeming to try
drawing them even further inside of her.  Her hands gripped his hair and her
legs locked around his head, holding him in place where he was suckling at her
special spot.  She seemed to stop breathing for several minutes before falling
completely limp.  Cautiously, Harry moved to lie atop her.  She gave him a
happy, tired grin before drawing his head down for a soft kiss.
Harry felt himself fill with Heavenly joy.  How could fornicators give this up,
he wondered.  Sharing sex with a wife surely must be better than giving it to
whatever whore walked by.  He gently pressed his tongue against Hermione's lips
at the same time as he pressed his hips down against hers.  As his tongue
slipped into her mouth his boyhood also slipped into her body.
At eleven years old, Harry knew he was still a small boy.  His lovely wife gave
only the slightest gasp as he penetrated her girlhood and received the gift of
her virtue.  Still, she seemed to wrap so tightly around him that Harry
wondered how a baby could ever manage to come out.  Slowly, he raised himself
onto his forearms and looked down at the beauty that was his new helpmate and
began to thrust.
It didn't take Harry long to realise that his young wife gasped and tightened
around him when he thrust harder and faster.  He began to put all of his effort
into pulling nearly all the way out and shoving himself back in as hard and
fast as he could.  It wasn't an easy task, but eventually Hermione started
panting again, this time locking her legs around his waist and pulling him down
for a deep kiss.  Harry was sure it was only the blessings of the Lord that
kept him from filling his wife with his seed before she could reach her peak.
As soon as Harry'd finished the thought, Hermione tensed, burying her face in
Harry's shoulder as her body began to pulse rhythmically around his boyhood. 
Harry gave a startled cry as his seed left him for the first time.  He
collapsed on top of his wife, only barely managing to control his fall enough
to not hurt her.  Then he lay quietly as she stroked his hair, imagining what
she might look like in a few years' time when his seed was mature enough to
truly start their family.
"Well done, my boy," the Reverend's words startled Harry out of his
relaxation.  "That was an inspiring first attempt.  When you're rested I'll
start teaching you more about your husbandly duties."
"Sir?" Harry said tiredly.
"Yes, son?"
"Colossians 3:5.  Get out."
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