Harry Potter Shirtless Novels & Stories

Harry let out a disapproving grunt as he realized what she had chosen for him to wear. "This dress shirt doesn't fit me anymore, and I don't even know what it's doing in this bag. I must have a shirt lying around in there," Harry said as he reached for his bag. However, Marguerite stopped him and slapped his hand dryly. "When you say it doesn't fit you anymore, what does that mean, exactly?" Harry removed his cloak as well as the fitted compression top. Margaret opened her mouth for a moment at the sight of the young man's massive musculature. Then she immediately closed it again, wrinkling her nose.

" and sprinted before closing the door. 'What? In his house? I thought he was renting a unit at Sitara Tower?' I uttered inwardly. I hastily walked to the built-in closet on my right side and slid the black wall. I rummaged through the hung clothes with my hands, looking for something to wear. I took a deep gasp when I couldn't find any. I searched for some shirts in the drawer and picked up one of Harry's t-shirts, the black one with a skull print in front. If this was his house, then a hundred percent, these were his clothes.

"Scarlet, open the door." Oh no, the devil won't let me cry alone any longer. I don't want to see his face. I can't keep myself shut up in here for too long. He'll undoubtedly unlock the door shortly. Harry will undoubtedly question me a lot if he finds out about this. I don't want to cause a scene in his presence. I dabbed away my tears before opening the door. He is still only wearing his briefs. He has no shame left. How can he wander without clothes in someone else's house?

He wiped his hands on his pants, adjusted his glasses, and walked closer to her desk, looking at the floor. "Look at me, Harry," she smiled again, now more confidently, as if his nervousness was rekindling her dominant side. "You look different." She observed, realizing that he wasn't wearing one of his characteristic wool vests but just a white shirt and gray dress pants. "Is that b-bad?" He asked. When he was getting dressed, he remembered that she had told him he didn't look good in the vest, so he didn't wear one. He wanted her to find him attractive, after all! However, now he was unsure about his choice, as the vest was one of the elements that made him the shy, awkward, and nerdy guy

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

“It’s just a game, Suzie. You’re not mad at them, are you? Jojo doesn’t walk back on things she promised to do! Besides, Harry should be happy. This is Jojo’s first time!” Someone said teasingly, “Joanna is a good sport, unlike somebody.” Naturally, the person they referred to was me, who suggested that we cancel the game. A moment later, Harry walked out shirtless. His body was covered with scratches and hickeys. It looked like things had gotten really intense in the room. I came up to him and wanted to take him away. However, before I could say anything, Harry yanked my jacket off me with force. He was so rough that he tore off the fake nails I had put on for the wedding, and I burst into

I know for a fact he’s slept with at least five girls on the cheerleading squad, and rumor has it he gave Christy gonorrhea. It’s a total flip seeing a guy react positively to seeing me. I don’t wear this kind of stuff at school, that’s for sure, and the only man who’s seen me in an outfit like this is Baron, who apparently wants me wrapped in a burlap sack or something. Harry, on the other hand, seems to love it.

Harry paused, carrying a disappointed look which was quickly replaced with a smirk. “Are you sure? Your mouth is saying something and yet your eyes are saying the opposite." He chuckled, proceeding to remove the jacket and this time, Gemila didn't stop him. Was her eyes really giving her away? Why can't she just say something and they'll agree with her? The moment the jacket came off her hands, Harry let them fall on the floor. The gown is a sleeveless one and that's why she had worn a jacket so now that it's totally off, it exposed more skin.

She waved over the nearest shop assistant who was arranging clothes on a rack. “How may I help you?” the girl asked when she came over. Ruby gestured at the clothes on display. “We can’t seem to find what we’re looking for.” “Perhaps I can help then. What exactly do you need?” “Clothes for a costume party,” Ruby explained, “We are going as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.” The attendant smiled. “Oh, Harry Potter fans, I believe?” “You can say that again."

" I turn to see harry . SHIRTLESS. coming from the bathroom with his sweatpants hanging low and just now i realize that i have never seen him shirtless and he has a perfect rigged body. "Harry" I say after composing myself . " What is he doing here ? ..OOOh ! Claire, vas happenin' ?" he says with a smirk. "Ew. You pervert. His car got damaged so he is staying here for the night. Nothing's happening" "Oh i am sorry if i questioning you when i see my bestfriend with a shirtless guy - a hot one- in her bedroom." "Sure you are. " I say while rolling my eyes