The Dark Slytherin (Trilogy)

Ch 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.