HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Chapter 33: Blood Debt

Olga didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing the two of them so sad, she...felt bad too.

Fred and George remained pressed against her without moving, fearing that this was all in vain.

Olga's fingers trembled. These two people...are a little too prone to crying.

She finally gave up struggling and raised her hand to pat the two brothers.

“Stop crying…”

Olga's voice was also a little hoarse.

George's hands tightened, wishing he could rub her into his body so that she could never escape.

"Are you leaving again?"

George's muffled voice came from Olga's shoulder.

Fred was startled and turned to look at Olga, while holding her hand tightly.

"Please don't leave..."

Fred's tone was full of pleading, his nose almost touching Olga's cheek, his breath gently spraying on her facial skin as he spoke.

Olga turned away, trying to make the distance between them less ambiguous, but she forgot that George was still on the other side of her.

This turn just happened to make her lips brush George's forehead.

She was really in a dilemma, neither side was right!

George's breathing stopped for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled, and the veins on his arms around Olga's waist bulged. He tried hard to suppress the throbbing in his heart and buried his head deeper.

He really wanted to kiss her.

Fred took the opportunity to kiss Olga's small, round earlobe, causing Olga to flinch.

He seemed to have found a fun toy and kept kissing the girl's earlobe over and over again without getting tired of it.

"It's itchy, stop it."

Olga couldn't stand it anymore and raised her hand to grab Fred's hair and pull it back.

Fred hissed, but gave Olga a bright smile.

Olga was slightly stunned and turned her head away from him.

Fred, however, shamelessly put his face close to hers.

Fred: "We missed you."

George: “Every day.”

Fred: “Every moment.”

George: “Every second.”

The two people's voices rang in Olga's ears, one on each side. Suddenly, she felt as if she were in another world. It had been so long since she heard their unique way of speaking...

I still miss it.

"It's all our fault, can you forgive us?"

George raised his head from Olga's neck and stared at her profile infatuatedly.

Olga pursed her lips and said nothing.

She still felt that the relationship put a lot of pressure on the two brothers, who should be free and carefree.

George's eyes darkened, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He picked up Fred's wand and cut the artery in his neck. Blood gushed out immediately. Olga and Fred were both shocked by the blood splashing on their faces.

George slightly tightened his grip on Olga's waist, picked up the girl, threw away his wand, and pressed Olga's head against his bleeding neck, speaking in a bewitching tone.

"You must be hungry."

Olga was completely unprepared. She had been celibate for so many days, and when she suddenly smelled the blood that suited her taste at such a close distance, how could she control herself?

His eyes turned blood red in an instant, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to cover the bleeding wound. Every second slower would have been a waste.

George's breathing became disordered. He tightened his arms and held Olga completely in his arms.

Perhaps it was because this posture was unable to bear any force, Olga frowned, raised her hand in dissatisfaction and touched George's broad shoulders, and the distance between them became closer.

After finding a satisfactory position, she relaxed slightly, but felt that the blood flow was too slow, so she chose to use her fangs to pierce the fragile skin.

George groaned. The place where he was bitten didn't hurt. Instead, he felt a strange feeling that made him want to tear the girl in front of him into pieces and eat her.

Fred once again saw Olga's charming and attractive side. Why was he always one step behind George?

He picked up the wand that George had thrown aside, scratched his neck in the same way, and approached Olga from behind.

"Want a change of pace, babe?"

He put his arm around Olga's shoulders and whispered seductively in her ear: "George's blood is so sweet, Fred's will be different."

Olga could already smell the scent of blood which was also very close.

She licked George's wound with lingering satisfaction, as if she was comforting her prey.

George shuddered, and let go of Olga with some unsteady breathing.

Fred let Olga lean on his arms. The blood stained his pajamas red, making him look a little more seductive.

"You're still hungry, aren't you?"

He leaned close to Olga, his lips pressed against the girl's ear, kissing her intimately like lovers.

"Please enjoy it, my lord."

Olga's red eyes were filled with desire for blood; she had been hungry for too long.

She slowly turned her head to look at Fred's neck, where the blood was still flowing.

Olga reached out and grabbed Fred's collar, pulling it down slightly until her collarbone was exposed.

Looks like a better bite.

She tilted her head back and opened her lips to get closer to the fragrance, and Fred cooperated by lowering his head, like the most loyal knight facing his favorite princess, and lifted the girl up with his hands to make it easier for her to eat.

Olga bit down unceremoniously and began to suck vigorously.

Fred's eyes became a little blurry. He lowered his eyelids and only saw the girl's pretty profile. He moved closer uncontrollably and gave her small kisses.

As soon as George came to his senses, he saw this scene, which impacted his vision.

The three of them were covered in blood to varying degrees.

Olga's face, hands, and clothes were all stained with Fred or George's blood, making him feel that at this moment they were blended with each other.

George knelt on the bed, took Olga's hand that was hanging beside her, put it to his face, and began to slowly kiss the little hand that was as white as jade but cold and without any warmth.

Olga stroked George's cheek unconsciously, which was a great comfort to George, and the corners of his mouth raised.

I don’t know what the princess will feel when she wakes up.

But given her personality, it's impossible for her to just walk away.

After an unknown amount of time, Olga began to regain consciousness. She stopped sucking, and Fred asked her in confusion.

"What's wrong? Is your posture uncomfortable?"

After saying that, he was about to adjust the positions of the two people, but was stopped by Olga.

She closed her eyes in despair, and finally licked Fred's wounds and the teeth marks she had bitten like a kitten.

Fred shuddered, then buried his head in Olga's thick black hair.

He can hardly control himself.

Olga didn't understand how things could turn out like this.

She shouldn't have come.

When you meet these two gentlemen, the unexpected is likely to happen.