Anna Hoffman

The ending left me feeling really good.❤️❤️❤️

I love it. I love u. Thank you.
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I like it… ❤️

Sorry not sorry❤️

Yes!! I love it!!😍😍😍

OMG, this is painful and beautiful at the same time.. thank you!!🌹🌹🌹
will there be a continuation?🙈

Oliver:
"Now I’m just sitting here with you. No uniforms. No beaters’ bats. And thinking how stupidly we overcomplicated everything."

Marcus:
"Not too late to uncomplicate it."

Oliver:
"You really believe that?"

Marcus:
"In you? Yeah. Always did—just never said it."

Marcus:
"Or makes it transparent. Less frightening than it seemed."
(He shifts slightly closer.)
"You knew back then… it wasn’t just anger, right?"

Oliver:
"I had my guesses. But we were kids. Quidditch, glory, adrenaline. It all overshadowed… other things."

Marcus:
"And now?"

Oliver:
"Never thought you’d be one for silence."

Marcus:
"Did you think I spent all my time yelling and headbutting goalposts?"

Oliver (grinning):
"I’ll admit, that’s pretty much how I pictured it."
(A pause.)
"It’s strange how water washes everything away. Even the past."

Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood, years after Hogwarts. The rivalry is gone, something greater remains. No robes, no wands—just two men and the reflections of light on the water.

They lay tangled together in the quiet, the only sound their heavy breaths.

The experiment had been a resounding success.

And when pleasure crashed over Daphne, her moans melted into Theo's ragged breathing. He couldn't hold back — he came across her stomach, while Pansy, satisfied, lazily licked her clean, catching every drop from her quivering body.

"I'm-I'm close-" Daphne panted, her thighs tightening around Pansy.

Theo leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, his fingers digging into her breast.

"Oh, god—" Daphne gasped, her hand moving faster along Theo's length while her other tangled in Pansy's hair, holding her close.

Theo groaned, his hips beginning to move in time with her strokes. Pansy worked her tongue faster, feeling Daphne tremble beneath her.

He smirked and slowly pushed himself into her grip, relishing the way her fingers tightened around him. Meanwhile, Pansy finally pressed her tongue against Daphne's clit, making her back arch off the bed.

"Don't make me wait, Nott," Daphne muttered, though there was no real irritation in her voice-only need.

"You wanted to experiment, didn't you?" Pansy taunted, her breath ghosting over
Daphne's slick skin.

Theo knelt before Daphne, his silver eyes burning with desire. He leaned forward slightly, the head of his cock brushing against her palm, already slick with her spit.

Pansy settled between her legs, her lips trailing along the inside of Daphne's thighs, leaving hot, teasing kisses. She hovered close to her most sensitive spot, then pulled away, making Daphne whimper with impatience.

Daphne lay on her back, her chestnut hair splayed across the pillow, her dark brown eyes glinting with arousal. She arched her hips slightly, baring herself, her fingers gently gripping Theos's cock, guiding it toward her.

"Don't rush," she whispered, feeling him twitch in her hand.

Then she came with a cry, her climax pulling the others with her. Theo spilled into her mouth, Draco buried himself deep with a groan, and Hermione's fingers grew slick with Pansy's pleasure.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, laughing and kissing, sated and breathless.

"Fuck—so good..." Pansy gasped, releasing Theo for just a second before taking him deep again.

Theo cursed, his grip tightening in her hair. Draco's thrusts grew sharper, his breathing uneven. Hermione nipped at Pansy's nipple, and she shuddered, her body tightening—

She answered with a muffled moan, still sucking Theo. Draco pushed into her slowly, groaning at the way her body welcomed him. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in as he began to move.

Hermione quickened her fingers, feeling
Pansy tense beneath her touch.

Her lips trailed kisses along Pansy's chest, lingering over her breasts. Every so often, she glanced up, watching as Draco approached from behind, his cock glistening from her mouth.

"Ready?" he murmured, dragging the tip of his length through Pansy's wetness.

He knelt above her head, rocking his hips slowly, savoring the heat of her mouth.
His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her pace-but none of them were in a hurry. They wanted to draw this out.
Beside them, Hermione settled between Pansy's legs, her fingers working in teasing circles over her clit

The room was bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, casting shadows along the walls. The air was thick with quiet moans and ragged breaths.
Pansy lay on her back, her pale hair splayed across the pillow, her lips wrapped around Theo's hard cock.

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