Seven Minutes in Heaven (with the Harry Potter Boys)

✨Lorenzo Berkshire✨

I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. Sorry for the wait; I've been MIA because school has been a lot, and there's been some family drama too. But I'm back now!

I would also like to inform you that this chapter contains explicit content and heavy smut, all of which is consensual. If you are not comfortable with reading such content, I would advise you to choose one of the other chapters to read. It is important to me that all of my readers feel comfortable and safe while reading my work, so please do not hesitate to skip this chapter if it is not to your taste.

As you dipped your hand into the bag, your fingers brushed against a variety of objects, and you couldn't help but wonder what each of them might symbolize. You closed your eyes and chose one, pulling it out slowly. It was a smooth, polished rock. You examined it for a moment, then looked around the room, searching for the owner of this mysterious object.

Your gaze settled on a tall, dark-haired young man standing near the bookshelves. It was Lorenzo Berkshire, a fellow student in your year. You had always found him intriguing, with his quiet confidence and enigmatic smile. He was known for his intelligence and charm, making him one of the most eligible bachelors at Hogwarts.

Lorenzo met your eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he recognized the object you were holding. He stepped forward, his eyes locked onto yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You couldn't help but admire the way he had tailored his Hogwarts robe, letting it drape elegantly over his shoulders, revealing just enough of his crisp, white shirt underneath.

Fred and George Weasley announced the pairing, and you both made your way to the closet, surrounded by whispers and giggles from your friends. The closet was small and dimly lit, with just enough space for the two of you to stand closely together. As the door closed, you found yourselves in a private world, away from the prying eyes of the party.

Lorenzo took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well, Y/n, it looks like we're here together," he said with a playful glint in his eye. "Seven minutes, right?"

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, seven minutes. What should we do with our time?"

Lorenzo moved even closer, his fingers gently tracing your cheek. "How about we make the most of it?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, tantalizing kiss. The world outside the closet disappeared as you lost yourself in the moment. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and the heat between you intensified. The kiss deepened, and your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer.

Time seemed to stand still as you explored each other's lips, tongues dancing in a sweet, sensuous rhythm. Lorenzo's hands began to roam, tracing the curves of your body, making your skin tingle with desire. The small space of the closet seemed to shrink even further as the intensity of the moment grew.

You wrapped your arms around Lorenzo's neck, his scent intoxicating, and pulled him impossibly closer. His tongue swept across your bottom lip, asking permission, and you parted for him eagerly. Your hands travelled downward, touching him through his robes and slipping under the fabric. His body pressed against yours, warm and firm, and you moaned softly. His lips travelled lower, to your ear, and he whispered, "I want you." You broke apart, breathing heavily. "Then take me," you whispered back.

His hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you closer, and your legs automatically hooked around his waist. He lifted you off the floor effortlessly, carrying you to one of the four long shelves lining the walls of the closet. The shelf contained only a few odds and ends, a quill, some parchment, and a large mirror. He set you down, gently, and quickly removed his robes, tossing them carelessly to the side.

You gasped slightly as he stood before you, his muscular muscles clearly defined by his tight black jeans. His torso was bare, and your eyes drank in every curve and line, trying desperately to memorize every feature. His gaze held yours captive, and he reached down, grabbing your waist again and dragging you towards him. With a swift motion, his hands cupped your breasts. You whimpered, arching your body up towards him, wanting more. He grinned at you wickedly as he bent down, kissing you passionately, pushing his thumbs inside your bra and stroking your nipples until they hardened painfully.

"I can't wait any longer," you murmured. "Do something!"Your plea was answered when he lowered you once again, his hands moving to your thighs, lifting you so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. He pushed his length against your centre, pressing into you until you squirmed beneath him.

He kissed your neck as his hands continued their journey downward, reaching for your panties. They came away easily, revealing your hot wetness, and you let out another moan. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, his expression filled with amusement. "Are you sure you want this, love?"

"Yes, I'm sure," you breathed.

He chuckled quietly and pulled away from you briefly. He knelt, removing his own underwear quickly his erection springing free. He grabbed you once again and brought you up flush against him. He plunged deeply into you, burying himself completely. You cried out in pleasure, your head falling backwards against the shelf behind you. Lorenzo grunted loudly, and his thrusts became harder, deeper.

"Fuck! That feels amazing! So fucking beautiful!" he groaned, pulling out of you and burying himself back in, faster and harder this time. You screamed in ecstasy, gripping the shelf behind you tightly. Your nails dug into the wood as he slammed into you, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your climax built rapidly, building higher and higher as you clung to him desperately, unable to pull away or keep silent anymore. You threw back your head and moaned, your toes curling against him.

"Yes, yes! Just like that! More!" His thrusts increased, and his eyes locked with yours. Sweat dripped down his face as he growled deep in his throat, pumping harder and harder. The tension built within you until you exploded, your entire body shuddering violently as the waves of pleasure washed over you. You screamed once again as you climaxed, clutching Lorenzo as tightly as possible. His breathing sped up, becoming erratic and ragged. You could feel his shaft jerk powerfully, his orgasm finally coming full force. He collapsed against you, his forehead resting against yours as his breaths returned to normal.

"Fucking hell," he sighed, his hands caressing your body. You smiled up at him, enjoying every bit of his closeness. His dark eyes gazed intently back at you.

"I've wanted to do that forever," he murmured, his thumb brushing across your lips. Your cheeks flushed bright red, but you didn't move away. Instead, you pulled him close, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.

After a few moments, you pulled away, grinning up at him. He shook his head, smiling affectionately. "We'd better get back. You know how Fred and George can be; they're bound to stir up some trouble and McGonagall will be furious if she catches us in here."

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