Chapter 33- The Hogwarts Express
As the morning mist lingered on Platform 9¾, Hadrian Potter adjusted his grip on his trunk, the sturdy leather handle digging into his palm. The sight of the Hogwarts Express steaming on the tracks brought a strange mix of anticipation and calmness, a reminder of the life that awaited him within the ancient walls of the castle.
Sirius stood beside him, his usual confident demeanor slightly subdued as he exchanged a few last words.
"Stay out of trouble, yeah?" Sirius said with a smirk, though his eyes held a seriousness that Hadrian recognized as concern. "And don't let those Slytherins get the better of you."
Hadrian nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You know me, always the picture of innocence."
Sirius chuckled and pulled him into a brief hug, his grip strong and reassuring. "Take care, kid. We'll see you soon."
As Sirius stepped back, Hadrian's gaze drifted to the other side of the platform where Andromeda was embracing her daughter, Tonks. The exchange between mother and daughter was brief, but there was a warmth in it, a silent understanding that only close family could share. Andromeda whispered something in Tonks' ear, and the young witch nodded, her bright hair shifting colors with her emotions.
When Andromeda finally released her, Tonks sauntered over to Hadrian, her usual mischievous grin in place. As she approached, the atmosphere around them seemed to shift, the noise of the platform fading into the background. She was close now, so close that Hadrian could see the specks of gold in her eyes, the way her lips curved in a playful smirk.
"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Hadrian Potter," Tonks teased, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down Hadrian's spine. She leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek as she whispered, "Miss me?"
Before he could respond, her lips brushed against his, a light, teasing kiss that was gone too quickly, leaving him breathless and wanting more. Tonks' body pressed against his, her curves fitting perfectly against him. Hadrian's heart raced, and he struggled to maintain his composure, his hand instinctively moving to her hips.
The fabric of her dress was smooth under his fingertips, and he could feel the heat of her skin through the thin material. She had grown more alluring, her figure more defined, her presence more intoxicating.
Tonks pulled back slightly, her eyes locked on his, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she observed his reaction. "Careful, Potter. Keep staring at me like that, and I might think you've gone soft."
Hadrian cleared his throat, trying to shake off the daze her kiss had left him in. "You're one to talk."
Her laughter was light and melodic, but before the moment could deepen further, Hadrian's attention was drawn to a figure stepping off a carriage near the far end of the platform. Daphne Greengrass emerged with an air of elegance, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. Her icy blue eyes were striking against her pale complexion, and as she gracefully approached, Hadrian couldn't help but admire the way her form-fitting robes accentuated her curves.
Cyrus Greengrass, tall and imposing, looked between Hadrian and Daphne with a cold expression, gave his daughter a brief, neutral nod before departing without a word, leaving Daphne to her own devices. She walked toward Hadrian with a purposeful stride, her hips swaying subtly, each step calculated and poised. The sight of her approaching made Hadrian's mouth go dry.
When she finally reached him, Daphne paused for a moment, her gaze meeting his. Without a word, she leaned in, her lips capturing his in a kiss that was both soft and electrifying. It was brief but intense, leaving Hadrian almost drooling.
She pulled back, her eyes shimmering with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something that made Hadrian's pulse quicken.
Daphne's face was perfection itself—sharp features softened by the warmth of her gaze, her full lips curved into a knowing smile. She was beautiful, alluring in a way that was both effortless and deliberate, her every movement oozing confidence and grace. As she leaned in closer, Hadrian could smell the faint scent of jasmine clinging to her robes, a scent that only added to her allure.
"Hadrian," she greeted him, her voice smooth like silk. Her hand brushed against his as she stepped back, her touch lingering just a moment too long, sending a thrill through him. Daphne's eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned to walk ahead of him, her robes flowing behind her, revealing the slight, provocative sway of her hips.
Hadrian struggled to maintain his composure, forcing his gaze away from the mesmerizing sight. As they made their way to the train, he couldn't shake the feeling that this year was going to be unlike any other. The tension in the air was palpable, charged with a new kind of energy that both excited and unsettled him. This was not the time to talk about the House Politics. Daphne's meaningful gaze conveyed that message to him just as he was about to open his mouth to speak. Hadrian gave a nigh imperceptible nod before continuing with Daphne and Tonks.
They boarded the train together, and Hadrian led the way to the Slytherin compartment. Inside, Draco Malfoy, Theo Nott, and Blaise Zabini were already seated, each of them exuding their own brand of confidence and arrogance.
Draco, with his platinum blonde hair slicked back, sat with an air of superiority, his grey eyes sharp and calculating as they darted between the newcomers. Theo, more reserved, watched with a cool detachment, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. Blaise, ever the charmer, offered a lazy smile, his deep brown eyes gleaming with amusement as he observed the interactions between the others.
Hadrian settled into the compartment, feeling the familiar camaraderie of his housemates. Daphne and Tonks took seats on either side of him, their presence immediately commanding the attention of the other boys. Tonks leaned against Hadrian, her shoulder brushing his, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she glanced at Daphne. Daphne, not one to be outdone, rested a hand on Hadrian's arm, her touch light but deliberate, her gaze never leaving his."Well, aren't we cozy," Blaise drawled, his tone laced with sarcasm as he eyed the two witches. "Hadrian, it seems you've become quite popular."
Hadrian shot him a wry grin. "Jealous, Zabini?""Hardly," Blaise replied, though the smirk on his face suggested otherwise. "But I do wonder how you manage to keep up."
Draco snorted, his lips curling into a sneer. "Potter's always had a way with the ladies, hasn't he?"Hadrian felt a flush creeping up his neck, but he kept his expression neutral, refusing to rise to the bait. Instead, he leaned back in his seat, resting his arms casually across the backs of Daphne and Tonks' seats. The two witches exchanged a glance, then looked back at Hadrian, their smiles turning playful.
"Maybe we should see just how well he can keep up," Tonks suggested, her voice dripping with mischief as she leaned in closer to Hadrian, her body pressing against his in a way that made his pulse quicken.
Daphne raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to Tonks before settling on Hadrian. "Sounds like a challenge," she murmured, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on Hadrian's arm, sending a shiver down his spine.
The banter between them continued, light and teasing, each comment laced with double meanings that made Hadrian's heart race. Tonks and Daphne leaned against him, their proximity making it difficult to think straight. He could feel the warmth of their bodies against his, the subtle shift of their movements as they laughed and joked. Every now and then, one of them would brush against him, a touch that seemed accidental but was too frequent to be purely coincidental.
They were playing with him, and they all knew it.
As the train rumbled along the tracks, the conversation in the compartment shifted from light teasing to something more engaging. Draco, ever the strategist, brought up a prank he had in mind for the Gryffindors, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee. Theo, always quick to follow, added his own ideas, each one more devious than the last. Blaise, for his part, suggested a few spells he had learned over the summer, spells that could cause just the right amount of chaos without leaving too much evidence behind.
Hadrian listened with interest, his mind already whirring with possibilities. He had made sure to keep the journal with him, though he had transfigured it into a book on Magical Law to avoid suspicion. It was safely tucked away in his trunk, but he could feel its presence, a silent reminder of the power it held.
"Speaking of spells," Tonks chimed in, her tone suddenly more serious as she straightened up, "I learned a few new ones myself. Care to test them out?"
The room grew quiet, the playful atmosphere shifting to one of intrigue. Hadrian's interest was piqued, and he nodded. "Show us what you've got."Tonks grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she pulled out her wand. "Alright, who's first?"
The rest of the journey passed in a blur of laughter and lighthearted competition. They played games, cast spells, and shared stories, each of them contributing to the lively atmosphere. The game of Truth and Dare that ensued brought out their playful sides, with dares that ranged from the absurd to the downright scandalous.
Draco was dared to hex a first-year, a task he accomplished with a flourish that had the rest of them in stitches. Blaise was dared to serenade the trolley witch, his deep voice carrying down the corridor as he presented her with a single rose, much to her bemusement.
Theo, ever the quiet one, was challenged to recite an entire passage from a medical potions textbook in the whole corridor. It was an obscure and small paragraph on how to cure welts in private areas.
The result was a mix of awe and amusement, especially when Theo realized halfway through that he had forgotten half the words and had to improvise.
But the most daring dares were reserved for Hadrian, Tonks, and Daphne.
It started innocently enough, with a dare for Hadrian to kiss one of the girls. He chose Daphne, and the kiss was brief, a mere brush of lips that left both of them smiling. But then the dares escalated, with Blaise suggesting that Tonks sit on Hadrian's lap for the remainder of the journey.
Tonks, never one to back down from a challenge, accepted with a grin. She moved to Hadrian's lap, her movements slow and deliberate, her body fitting perfectly against his as she leaned back.
Hadrian's breath caught in his throat as he felt the warmth of her against him, her every movement sending a jolt of electricity through his veins. Tonks seemed to take pleasure in his reaction, shifting slightly to get more comfortable, her back pressing against his chest. Her big bottom suddenly shifted and Hadrian realized that he had a growing erection, and Tonks sensed it. But instead of shying away, she sat on it and began to slowly move her bum up and down Hadrian's crotch.
"Comfy?" she asked, her voice low and teasing as she looked up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. Leaning back on him, Hadrian just realised how slim of a waist she had, and how her hourglass figure was accentuated by her tight fitting dress.
Hadrian swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah," he managed to say, though his voice came out a bit strained.
Daphne watched the exchange with a smirk, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "Careful, Tonks," she warned, though there was no real concern in her tone. "You might give poor Hadrian a heart attack."
Tonks chuckled, shifting slightly in Hadrian's lap just to tease him further. "He seems to be holding up just fine."
Hadrian tried to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with Tonks in such close proximity. Her presence was intoxicating, her scent, her warmth, the way her body fit so perfectly against his. He could feel every movement she made, every breath she took, and it was driving him to the brink of distraction. Tonks' movement had increased and she had started to borderline grind and squeeze his crotch, her bottom suffocating and arousing specific parts of Hadrian.
Tonks sensing his arousal growing by the second suddenly shifted and touched Hadrian's dick, and Hadrian let out a low and discreet groan that was thankfully unheard by anybody except Tonks, who grinned and wiggled her bottom.
Daphne, not to be outdone, leaned closer to Hadrian, her hand resting on his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. "Maybe we should give him a break before he explodes," she suggested, her voice sultry and smooth.
Hadrian's head was spinning, his senses overwhelmed by the two witches, one on top and one beside him. But he managed to smile, his gaze meeting Daphne's. "I'm fine," he insisted, though the rapid beating of his heart told a different story.
They continued the game, each dare more outrageous than the last. Daphne dared Tonks to kiss Hadrian again, this time lingering a bit longer, her lips soft and warm against his.
Hadrian felt his resolve weakening, the line between playful teasing and something more beginning to blur. Tonks seemed to sense it too, her kiss growing more intense, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek as she deepened the kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, Hadrian was breathless, his heart racing as he tried to process what had just happened. Daphne looked amused, but there was something else in her eyes, a glimmer of something deeper that made Hadrian's stomach twist with anticipation.
Draco, who had gotten a dare to propose to Pansy, got out of the compartment to go to hers. He was followed by the others who went after Draco and hid outside Pansy's compartment, eager to see the outcome.
-!MATURE SCENE STARTS!-
Suddenly, Tonks, who noticed that the others were involved in the game too much to look for them, shifted her hands to squeeze Hadrian's dick. She then proceeded to open his zipper and slowly pop his angry red member out of his pants. Hadrian began to splutter. It happened much too quick for Hadrian to say anything. He moaned as Tonks suddenly cupped his cock behind her back with her hands, which had begun to ooze precum.
Daphne had seen this too and suddenly moved to cover it with her hands. Hadrian was grateful that they were sitting at the corner of the seats and everyone's attention was on Draco. Tonks twisted so her thighs were wrapped around Hadrian's dick and her breasts were pressing against his face. Hadrian was moaning freely as Tonks began to move her hand up and down his shaft, who was joined occasionally by a smirking Daphne, who cupped his balls or just rubbed him.
It was unlike anything Hadrian had ever felt and he wondered if this is what Heaven felt like.
It was only a matter of time before Hadrian felt a pressure building in his stomach. His face was still wrapped around Tonks' boobs, which sported erect tits, that occasionally rubbed against Hadrian's mouth.
He emanated a loud moan as all his tension dissipated. He felt his limbs relax and a huge torrent of bliss. He looked down to see a huge torrent of his cum shoot out of his cock. It was on Tonks' breasts, all over hers and Daphne's hands and tiny white flecks of it were visible on both of their faces. He could feel it soak into his robes, but did nothing. He wanted to enjoy this moment.
Hadrian continued to moan like an idiot until he felt the wetness disappear, and opened his eyes, which he didn't even realise he had closed, to see that Tonks and Daphne had their wands out and were cleaning the mess he had created.
They were both grinning and smirking at him.
This was how Hadrian got his first handjob.
He heard a loud whoop, as the door opened and Hadrian swiftly closed his zipper.
-!MATURE SCENE ENDS!-
Draco, who was grinning and shouting like a lunatic entered, followed by a grinning Theo and Blaise.
"So, what happened?" asked Hadrian, hastily shifting himself from his previous position.
"Well, in short," said a drawling Blaise, " She accepted!"
Hadrian turned to look towards Draco, still mumbling like a drunkard, but he had calmed down a little, although he still looked giddy.
The compartment was filled with laughter and playful banter, each of them lost in the moment, enjoying the freedom that came with being away from the watchful eyes of their parents and professors. They were young, carefree, and for a little while, nothing else mattered.
As the train neared Hogwarts, the sky outside the window darkened, the setting sun casting long shadows over the landscape. The compartment grew quieter as they all realized that their time on the train was coming to an end. The atmosphere shifted once more, the lightheartedness giving way to a sense of anticipation.
Hadrian stared out the window, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. But as the train slowed, he caught sight of something in the sky, something dark and graceful, gliding through the air with silent power. His breath caught in his throat as he realized what it was—a Thestral, its skeletal wings outstretched as it flew beside the train.
But this was no ordinary Thestral.
Elara.
She was looking straight at him, her hollow eyes locking onto his as she flew alongside the train. There was something in her gaze, something that sent a chill down Hadrian's spine, something that felt like a warning, or perhaps a promise.
Hadrian's heart raced as he watched Elara disappear into the shadows, the weight of her gaze lingering even after she was gone. The compartment was silent, the others lost in their own thoughts, unaware of what Hadrian had just seen.
But as the train pulled into Hogsmeade station, Hadrian couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming, something that would change everything. The sight of Elara, the Thestral who had always been a silent companion, now felt like an omen, a sign that this year would be different.
As he stepped off the train, the cool night air brushing against his skin, Hadrian felt a sense of foreboding settle over him. The laughter and teasing of the journey seemed distant now, overshadowed by the weight of what was to come.
And as he made his way toward the carriages that would take them to Hogwarts, Hadrian couldn't help but glance back at the sky, half-expecting to see Elara again.
But the sky was empty, and all that remained was the memory of her gaze, a silent reminder that the past was never truly behind him.