Heiress the Witch with Two Wands

Chapter 4: Face to a Name

[HOW DRACO LOOKS IN THIS STORY^^ JUST IMAGINE A TINY BIT LONGER AND FULLER HAIR]

Fred

The party hangover hit like a brick. The wizard body would metabolize the substance, but the next day was still just as bad as it is for muggles. Especially if you take two pills like Fred had last night. The morning light shone through the curtains and seared his eyelids awake. His head pounded.

"Fucking hell" He muttered to himself. Shuffling out of the way of the midday light. Last day before classes. He looked around his dorm room. His other 3rd year roommates including George had left and started their days presumably a lot earlier than him.

He felt a slight crunch in his jeans which he had gone to sleep in. He reached into his pants to feel a decent sized patch of his underwear had gone slightly crunchy. He knew this was precum. If Fred had cum in his sleep it would have been a much much larger mess. Had he precummed in his sleep? He couldn't think back properly all the way to the end of last night. It was lost behind the wall of amnesia formed by the sleep that had found him very shortly after the events of the previous night.

He stretched in bed and let out a loud burp. "I was a shit big brother." He thought to himself. He felt even more shit because he wanted to kiss Heiress again. Touch her again. His mind flashed back to last night as all the moments came, he chortled to himself, rushing back to him...

"...so good"

"...the sexiest thing on..."

"right in front of him"

"2 minutes"

"wha-"

"in front of Ron"

Fred suddenly regained the full part of his memory as he realized he had not only made out in secret (not to mention dry humped till the point of completion), with his baby brother's biggest crush he's ever had. He also managed to ruin Ron's first molly experience by almost showing off that they'd hooked up and lied to him about it. WHILE THE KID WAS ROLLING. He knew for a fact the heightened emotions brought by the drug must have made it stung so bad.

He recalled the way they were kissing.

TWO FULL MINUTES RON MUST HAVE SAT WAITING FOR EVERY SINGLE MOMENT. THINKING THAT'S WHEN IT WOULD STOP, THE DARE WOULD END. UNTIL HE REALIZED.

IT. WASN'T. GOING. TO.

Fred had tears in his eyes now as he truly realized the scale of his colossal fuck up. He had literally cucked his brother in front a room full of his friends, while he was on drugs and probably happy as Hell after getting to kiss her.

Fred knew Heiress would be upset with herself as well, but wasn't her fault. She has no obligation to Ron, and he knew for a fact she had no intention to kiss in front of him like that and for that long. He was two years elder to them. He had multiple experiences under his belt with substances. She had no way of knowing, and especially with her eyes closed, how would she know time had sped up like that for us and frankly even if it hadn't, we had disappeared from the place that existed outside our bodies in that moment. Just our tongues in that overwhelming embrac-- STOP. He had to go to talk to her and make up with Ron.

He knew how intense the time distortion can get for mages when at that stage of an MDMA experience, and how any emotion or feeling was multiplied. It hit him again that Ron had been hurt tenfold.

His thoughts traveled back to the past couple days. As he chose to enjoy the company of his bed for a few more minutes before he had to go make things right with his baby brother. His nerves holding him back slightly. The light dreams that accompanied Fred in the following minutes were more like memories being played for him on film but with some flashes from the perspective of his little brother.