Seven Minutes in Heaven (with the Harry Potter Boys)

Oliver Wood

I wanted to give you a heads-up that the upcoming chapter contains more explicit content than previous ones. I understand that this may not be everyone's cup of tea so I completely understand if you choose to skip over it. But if you're ready to continue, enjoy the chapter!

As your fingers delved deeper into the bag of objects, the anticipation grew with each passing second. The rustling sound of the other objects shifting around added to the excitement, as if they too were vying for attention.

But then, as if by fate, your fingertips brushed against a smooth and polished surface. It was round and compact, and its familiar shape immediately sent a rush of excitement through your veins. Without even looking, you knew exactly what it was - a miniature Quidditch ball.

Your heart raced as you realized the significance of this discovery. You had been paired with the one and only Oliver Wood, the charismatic and talented captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

As he stepped forward, you could feel his energy and confidence radiating off him like heat. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement, his broad shoulders filling the room with his presence. "Looks like we're up, Y/n," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Shall we?"

With a sly smile, Oliver gestured towards the closet door, his hand lightly brushing against yours. Your heart raced with excitement as you followed him into the darkness, the scent of his cologne filling your senses.

As you stepped into the closet, you felt the weight of the door closing behind you, engulfing you in a sensory deprivation chamber. The lack of light made you feel as though you were floating in a void, with only the pounding of your heart echoing through the confined space. The sound of your breathing grew louder, the adrenaline pumping through your veins making you feel both alive and vulnerable. In the darkness, you could sense the presence of another, and the anticipation of what was to come sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel Oliver's presence close to you, his warm breath on your neck. "Ready?" he murmured, his lips grazing your skin.

You nodded, your body humming with desire. And then his lips were on your neck, hot breath against the soft skin of your collarbone. You bit back a gasp at the feeling of his lips on your skin and tried not to think about how he was making you feel. How every time he touched you it felt like fire, burning up your flesh. 

"Are you nervous?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

You nodded, feeling a rush of heat spreading across your cheeks. "A little," you admitted.

Oliver's hand reached up to cup your cheek, and you could feel his warm breath on your lips. "Don't be," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I promise to make it worth your while."

Without any further warning, Oliver's lips descended on yours, his kiss deep and passionate. Any sense of surprise quickly melted away as his kiss deepened, enveloping you in a rush of passion and desire. You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair as you lost yourself in the moment. His tongue danced tantalizingly with yours, and soon you were both breathless.

You felt your body responding eagerly, your hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his thick, luscious hair. His own hands were warm against your skin, tracing tantalizing patterns down your back and pulling you closer to him.

As your mouths moved together in a dance that felt almost primal, you could feel his tongue teasing at your lips, seeking entry. With a soft moan, you opened your mouth to him, welcoming his tongue inside as it explored every inch of your mouth with an intensity that left you breathless.