Edited - April 28, 2023
The two brothers happily made their way to the back of the train where most Slytherins sit. They glanced around at the open cabs and soon Draco took the lead and dragged Hadrian into one already partially filled. Inside sat four boys that he had all met once or twice before as they had come over to hang out with Draco over the summer. To the left sat a dark skinned Italian boy known as Heir Zabini or Blaise and a slightly smaller boy beside him with light brown hair and a book in front of his nose. His name is Theodore Nott but he prefers to be called Theo by his friends. To the right sat two larger boys that are more of the silent type and extremely overprotective of their friends. Their names are Vincent Crabb and Gregory Goyle though they preferred to go by Vince and Greg.
All four looked up as Draco dramatically entered the cab with Hadrian smiling at them sheepishly from behind. Having known Draco for years and used to this kind of behavior they just smiled and laughed as Draco huffed in mock annoyance. "Hello Draco, fancy seeing you here." Blaise joked as he made room for the two to sit. "Are the dramatic entrances really necessary every time you see us?" Theo drawled out in attempt to sound like Snape. Hadrian just stifled a chuckle as Vincent and Gregory just smirk. "Well at least my little brother appreciates them, don't you Hades?" Draco claimed spinning around to look at him only to see his face turning red from trying to hold in his laughter and a teasing look in his eyes. Draco just gawked at the betrayal before closing the cab door and sitting down with a pout. "Here Hades," he grumbled as he passes his shrunk trunk into his brother's awaiting hand. All five boys watch with eager eyes as Hadrian does his wandless magic, unshrinking both trunks and floats them around until he sets them down on top of the four trunks the boys had struggled to put up earlier.
Before they could complement Hadrian, the door to their cab is flung open and a very angry red head was screaming his head off yet but not a sound came out. The silencing charm Arthur Weasley had placed on his son was yet to be canceled as none of his brothers wanted to deal with him. None of the prefects he had ran into would help him either so he had tracked down what in his mind was the cause of his problems. Still being jumpy towards loud noises because of his past, Hadrian's magic was quick to react. Before the rest got the chance to pull out their wands, Hadrian had flung the weasel into the door of the cab across from them and hit him with several embarrassing jinxs.
When the Slytherins in the cab across them went out to see the commotion, they were met with the sight of a rash covered, green haired, pig nosed Weasley who was still silently screaming curses while in pain due to more rashes hidden beneath his robes. "Would one of you boys like to tell me what... this is?" A female Slytherin with wavy black hair asked. It was Draco who decided to speak up. "Well miss, the youngest male Weasley spawn has now attempted to attack my honorary little brother three times and I believe his magic acted out to protect him as none of us had even pulled out our wands before he got flung back." The Slytherins just glared as Ron finally realized the severity of his actions and silently whimpered in fear and pain.
As the older girl dragged Ron over to the teacher's cart to be dealt with, one of the guys in the cart went to find Marcus Flint as he was the fifth year Slytherin quidditch captain and a prefect. When Flint arrived, he promised to keep an eye out for Weasley to make sure he doesn't try and attack them again before ruffling Hadrian's hair and walking away with a wink to the other boys. They just hung out and talked for a while as Draco gently ran his fingers through Hadrian's hair to fix it and help calm him down. Hadrian was content to watch Vince and Greg get blown up in a game of exploding snap and would comment on occasion in Draco, Blaise, and Theo's discussion in what their favorite class will be.
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