Chapter 1
The Hogwarts Express, a grand steam engine, pulled up to Platform 9 ¾, its whistle piercing the cold winter air. The platform was a bustling scene of parents and students, all eagerly awaiting the arrival of their loved ones.
Among the crowd, Tom Riddle stood tall and commanding in his three-piece business suit, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched his wife, Lily Evans, tease a group of wide-eyed third-year students. Lily, dressed in a tight red dress that accentuated her curves, her red hair cascading down her back, was a vision of elegance and mischief. Her black boots clicked against the platform as she moved, her black fur coat adding a touch of luxury to her ensemble. Her emerald eyes sparkled with amusement, her red-painted lips curved into a playful smile.
Molly Weasley, clad in modest winter robes that did little to hide her voluptuous figure, stood beside her husband, Arthur. Her thick thighs and ample bosom were a testament to her matronly charm. Arthur, tall and skinny, looked slightly out of place next to his wife, his red hair a stark contrast to Molly's more subdued appearance.
Emma Granger, dressed in a skimpy pink dress that left little to the imagination, stood next to her husband. Her brown hair was styled in loose waves, her brown eyes lined with kohl. Her pink-painted nails, both on her fingers and toes, added a touch of femininity to her ensemble. Her husband, Mr. Granger, looked slightly uncomfortable in the magical setting, his eyes darting around nervously.
Elena Parkinson, tall and slender, exuded an air of arrogance. Her elegant black dress hugged her curves, her blond hair styled in an elegant updo. Her blue eyes scanned the crowd, a look of disdain on her face. Victor Parkinson, her husband, stood beside her, his frail frame almost lost in the crowd. His black hair was neatly combed, his brown eyes filled with a mix of shame and fear.
On the train, Harry Potter sat in a compartment with Pansy Parkinson. Pansy, her black hair styled in loose curls, her blue eyes lined with kohl, was on her knees, her crimson-painted lips wrapped around Harry's cock. Harry, his black hair disheveled, his emerald eyes filled with lust, gripped Pansy's hair tightly, guiding her movements. "That's it, Pansy," he growled, "Suck it like a good little slut." Pansy moaned around his cock, her crimson-painted nails digging into his thighs. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes filled with submission.
In another compartment, Draco Malfoy sat with a group of Slytherins, his platinum blonde hair perfectly styled, his cold gray eyes filled with disdain. "I'm better than Potter," he boasted, "He's nothing compared to me." His fellow Slytherins nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with admiration.
Penelope Clearwater sat in a compartment with the Weasley children, her blue-painted nails tapping against the window as she stared out, lost in thought. Her thoughts were filled with Harry, her secret lover, her body aching with desire for him.
Hermione Granger sat alone in a compartment, her brown eyes scanning the pages of a book. Her brown hair was styled in its usual bushy manner, her brown-painted nails tapping against the pages as she read. Her thoughts, however, were not on the book, but on Harry, her heart fluttering at the thought of him.
The parents waited on the platform, their breaths visible in the cold air, their eyes scanning the train as it came to a halt, the doors opening to reveal the students. The platform was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter, the scent of the train's steam mingling with the cold winter air. The scene was one of anticipation and excitement, the promise of the Christmas break hanging in the air.
Harry threw his head back, his grip on Pansy's hair tightening as he came with a low groan. Pansy's eyes watered as she swallowed every last drop, her crimson lips glistening with the remnants of his cum. She pulled back, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked up at Harry.
The train came to a complete halt, and the students began to disembark. Harry stood up, adjusting his robes as Pansy rose to her feet, her knees slightly shaky. They exited the compartment, Harry's hand possessively on Pansy's lower back.
Tom and Lily stood on the platform, their eyes scanning the crowd for their son. As Harry and Pansy approached, Tom's eyes narrowed in on Pansy, a smirk playing on his lips. Lily, however, greeted them warmly, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement. "Harry, dear," she said, pulling him into a hug. She turned to Pansy, her eyes softening sympathetically. "Pansy, dear, you have something on the corner of your mouth," she said, her voice laced with concern.
Pansy's cheeks flushed as she quickly wiped away the remnants of Harry's cum, her crimson-painted nails standing out against her pale skin. Harry, a smug smile on his face, patted Pansy on the ass, his hand lingering for a moment. "See you later, Pansy," he said, his voice filled with promise.
Pansy watched as Harry walked away with his parents, a mix of longing and satisfaction in her eyes. She turned to find her parents, her heart pounding in her chest. Elena and Victor stood a few feet away, their eyes locked onto their daughter. Elena's blue eyes sparkled with approval, a small smile playing on her lips. Victor, however, looked away, his brown eyes filled with shame.
Elena pulled Pansy into a hug, her voice low in her ear. "Good girl," she whispered, her breath hot against Pansy's skin. Pansy's cheeks flushed at her mother's words, her body tingling with a mix of embarrassment and pride. Victor stood silently beside them, his eyes downcast, his hands clenched at his sides.