Harry Potter Shirtless Novels & Stories

Arosh didn't have the foggiest idea what to say and she just scratched the side of her head. "Tssk!" Harry smiled at her and removed the shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. As Arosh gradually got the fallen towel on the floor, Arosh just gulped while noticing Harry's sculpted physique. His body is impeccably bended, smooth, and white and has abs, ideal for a main man in the film. "Excuse me." Harry said delicately to her, as she was hindering its entry. It was really at that time that she understood and rushed into the restroom. Later she heard Harry thump on the restroom entryway.

he asked, his voice stronger now. A soft giggle came from one of the women, a brunette with crimson lipstick, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "You're awake," she mused, tilting her head. "Mary said you'd be a fighter." Harry shifted, the cool air brushing against his skin, and only then did he realize—he was shirtless. His tattoos, dark and intricate, stretched across his chest, exposed for everyone to see. He pushed himself up slowly, muscles tensing. "Mary?" he echoed. "Who the hell is Mary?"