Harry Potter Dorm Room Novels & Stories

Harry hummed, “I’m a third year” Eric nodded and stayed silent for a while as he looked around. The room was three times bigger than his flat. There was a large screen on the wall, and all the latest game consoles were above the TV table. About more than twenty books were on the shelves, and one was on the glass table. Eric guessed Harry liked to read a lot. Eric kept looking around until he saw something he shouldn’t have seen. The drawer from the bedside table was open, and it was full of condoms and lube bottles. There was something else inside, and Eric felt his cheeks burning when he guessed what it was – a dildo.

He blinked at the number on the door then he turned to me " No way!... This can't be right" He snatched a paper in my hands and checked the number " Room 3A,Dorm B. This is... their dorm " I frowned." Their as in...? " " Sovereign Circle, " He took a cautious step back like the door might grow teeth. " This is their floor. These are their rooms. You're not supposed to be here unless you're fucking rich like them ". He stared at me, baffled " You must be some big fish then" Before I could even respond, the door opened and my breath hitched as I took in the surrounding. The dorm was nothing like I had imagine, it looked like some kind of hotel suite or a penthouse.

The room began to transform, as it took on the appearance of a sacred sanctuary, ready to embrace the power of the wizard's craft. Darren himself took charge of arranging comfortable accommodations for the visiting wizard. He wanted to ensure their stay would be seamless, allowing them to focus solely on their task at hand. With meticulous attention to detail, he personally oversaw the arrangement of a luxurious suite, complete with a spacious bed, an ornate desk, and shelves lined with ancient tomes and spellbooks.

She gave Elizabeth the last explanations: “The room where you stay is number 307. Now, unfortunately, I have to leave as the class of herbs and potions begins with the students of the upper grades. Johnny, are you showing her to her room, please?” “Yes, Miss Harmony.” “He stays on the same floor ... in room 326,” added the woman, after which she took her wand from the wide sleeve of the dress, where she used to keep it. “Now I'll leave. I have to hurry.” And turning the wand, the professor disappeared as if crawling under the earth after saying:

“We don’t have an attic in the apartment, Jake. Come on, help me with them. You promised you would.” He huffed and sat beside me on the floor. “I was thinking more of finding your old pictures, diaries, and even lingerie.” His look was heated when he whispered the last word, making me shiver. “I already packed most of them except my lingerie and books,” I replied and awed at the old Harry Potter book set my mom had bought me on my birthday. It was old but still held so many memories. Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house.

She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house. “Hermoine Granger,” I answered and Susie fell into a rant about how the dynamic between her and Ron Weasley made for the perfect love story which I couldn’t help but agree with. *** An hour into The Chamber of Secrets I caught a scent that made me freeze in my seat, the room was dark except for the light of the tv screen but Jasper’s presence was clear as day to me. He was accompanied by a blond guy who looked to be around his age and as they searched the crowded room for space to join the marathon, it became painstakingly obvious that the only space left was on the couch beside me.

On either side of the room, there were two beds with canopies over them, maroon and gold, as if I’d walked into the Gryffindor Dorms in Harry Potter. On one of the desks sat a boy bent over his desk with a set of books opened in front of him. There were massive headphones over his ears, and I could tell that he wouldn’t have heard me coming. There was a dartboard over his bed, and there were two darts embedded in it. One of them had found the bullseye, while the other was pretty close to it. I squinted at it for a moment, my brain tingling. Then, I looked back at my roommate.

During the first day of the semester, my boyfriend, William Evans, brought my luggage up to my dorm room for me. Out of the four of us who would share a dorm room, I was the last one to arrive. Once I finished unpacking my things, Natasha Tate, whose bed was across from mine, approached me with a stern expression.

I was never someone who wanted to be the centre of attention, but I guess that’s what I get since I’m so shiny and new here. The common room is exactly what it sounded like. There was only one photo on the walls, and it was a portrait of a man holding a scroll, just like the one in the main foyer. It looked as if his eyes watched you where you went in the room, which made me feel uneasy. The room was lined with shelves of books, and multiple couches. The colors were a mix of red and golds. It reminded me of a room straight out of Hogwarts. The fireplace underneath the portrait was what looked like huge marble stones, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it looked.

I recalled dropping it on the floor out of fright. I looked around the room. It looked like a presidential suite, with plush carpets and dark curtains. It had some minimal decorations, a large king sized bed, and a mahogany desk at the side with an elegant leather chair. One look at the cold room made me imagine the only person who could possibly use this room, Morgan.