The Conference

Author’s Note:

I am SO sorry for the missing chapter. I don’t know why it didn’t post. I’ve put it back. Please go back and reread. It explains a LOT!

Thank you all for your kind reviews and your patience.

Amelia

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Hermione looked into his eyes and smiled, “I have a confession of my own to make. It just so happens that I came here with the hopes that I’d end up catching your eye. I’ve been attracted to you since I was seventeen.”

He looked down at the floor and muttered, “I do hope you’re not just saying that.”

She lifted his chin and gently kissed his lips. “No, I’m not just saying that. I want you to make love to me, Severus.”

He took a deep breath then kissed her firmly on the lips. He had kissed before, so this wasn’t too much of a problem. Hermione’s lips were warm and soft, definitely made for kissing. She slid her arms around his waist and opened her mouth slightly. He slowly slid his tongue into her mouth and moved it around her own. She moaned softly against his lips and slid her hands up and down his back. He shivered at her touch. It was like tiny, electric sparks dancing around all over his back. It felt a little odd, but good.

Hermione pulled her lips away from his and said, “It’s mostly instinctual. Just let it come naturally, alright?”

Severus gave a nod them kissed her again. This time the kiss was longer, and Hermione didn’t keep her tongue still. It danced with his, tickling his mouth a little and almost making him laugh. When their lips parted, she let go of him and stepped back. His dark eyes watched as she undressed slowly in front of him, revealing a nicely, curvaceous body. He swallowed hard as her hands came up to his chest and began undoing the buttons of his dress robes. To say that he was nervous would have been an understatement, but he stood there in place and didn’t move. When the buttons were all undone, she slid the robes off of his broad shoulders and helped him step out of them. She couldn’t help but notice how heavily scarred his pale body was. There were long scars that look like they were made by a whip’s lashes, small, round burn marks, and short, straight marks that were probably made by a knife. It was no wonder he’d kept to himself so much. All the poor man knew was pain.

“I’m afraid I may faint.” He muttered weakly, “I’m very nervous.”

“Foreplay is a wonderful thing, but as nervous as you are, I think we’d best just get on with the sex. It’s the only way you’ll get over the nervousness.” She said softly as she took his hand and led him a few feet to the bed. She lie down on her back and waited. After a minute of hesitation, he climbed on top of her and she spread her legs beneath him. Her hand reached down and gently guided his erection to her entrance.

“Thrust your hips forward.” She said gently.

He could feel the muscles of his groin stretch uncomfortably as he pushed halfway into her. He stopped to take a deep breath then thrust again, pushing himself all the way in. Her womanhood stretched around him like a glove. She felt warm and moist. It was a very good feeling.

“Move however you want to.” She whispered, “Just let it happen.”

He pulled all the way out of her and thrust in again. A low groan escaped his lips and his body stiffened at the new sensation he was feeling.

“Relax, you’re doing just fine.” She soothed, “Just keep moving.”

He pulled out and slowly thrust back in again. Hermione moaned and closed her eyes. Encouraged by the positive response from her, he thrust again, and again. She was getting moister around him, which made it easier. He continued the somewhat awkward thrusting, and soon his breath became heavy. She began to raise her hips to meet his thrusts. He groaned as waves of ecstasy washed over his body. Hermione was right. Sex felt good…very good. He kept thrusting in and out of her, each time getting a little surer of himself. Hermione moaned softly and wrapped her arms around him. He couldn’t believe how soft her body felt. It was incredible. The pleasure began to build as he kept thrusting until it was so great that he thought his body was no longer going to be able to stand it.

“Yessss…” she moaned and ground her hips into his.

He thrust faster and faster, his breath now ragged and sweat forming on his skin. His body trembled and his groin felt like it was on fire. It was too good for words. He wanted more of this feeling. It was better than he ever could have imagined. He kept thrusting and in a couple of minutes, his senses were overtaken as his groin began to tighten. He let out a loud grunt as he climaxed, then stopped moving and let his mind regain control of his body.

Hermione opened her eyes and smiled. “Not bad, is it?”

“It’s incredible!” he gasped, “No wonder people talk about it so much.”

She reached behind his head and tenderly ran her fingers through his dark mane. “Orgasms feel very good, and they only get better over time.”

He kissed her softly and replied, “If it gets better, I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it.”

“You get used to it, trust me.” She chuckled and kissed him back.

He rolled off of her and lies on his back. She turned over onto her side and rested her head on his chest. “You’ll need a mild healing potion in the morning. You’ve used muscles that you’ve never used before. They’re going to be sore.”

He ran his hand over her cinnamon curls and said, “You couldn’t possibly have enjoyed that very much.”

She shook her head slowly and replied, “You’re expecting too much, Severus. The first time for any man is over quickly. Trust me, it gets better.”

He kissed the top of her head and held her close. "I want to please you as well.”

“Tomorrow.” She whispered, “Right now, you need to rest.”

He lie there quietly with her in his arms and soon fell asleep.