Harry Potter Trousers Novels & Stories

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

"Are you planning to go out dressed like that?" Marguerite asked Harry. The young wolf turned his head toward her as he pulled the long black hooded cloak of the Council over his shoulders. He wore simple black cotton pants, and his leather combat boots were weary over them. "Yes. Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?"

It was a red Speedo swimsuit that was what an Olympic swimmer might wear. 'So this is what Jim bought for Harry...interesting.' Tracy thought. She held it up. 'Wow! That's a small suit for Harry. He's going to look huge in that little thing!' She took delight in her new understanding of Jim and how it translated to this funny bathing suit. "Here, put this on." Tracy tossed the suit to Harry who just walked back into the room. Harry looked at the suit and said "This isn't going to work, it's too revealing." Harry was smiling at the bathing suit thinking how it would barely hide his package. He actually thought Tracy was messing with him.

His costume was a loose sport coat, a sweater, and spectacles. “Heath, you’re not supposed to dress up as yourself,” Rose joked. “I’m Professor Lupin! You know, from Harry Potter?” He pulled out his makeshift wand and acted like he was casting a spell. “And why do I feel like you remembered that this was a costume party only an hour ago?” “Not true. It was two hours ago.”

"Mey! You look gorgeous!" I looked down at my dress and smiled. "Thanks!" Unlike my other friends who were totally okay with wearing short dresses, I wore a long white dress and topped it up with an open sweater. I actually had no problem wearing short dresses, but my parents would never allow me to do that. They were quite conservative. My parents did not allow me to wear sleeveless shirts, skirts, and shorts. Well, we, Asians, always tried our best to avoid showing too much skin, anyway. If you see Cheongsam, a Chinese traditional dress that Cho Chang wore to the Yule Ball in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, you'd probably know what I mean.

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

I continued calmly, “then I’m going to dress like a girl who has nothing left to lose.” Chloe blinked. “What?” “A change of clothes. Something simple. Something appropriate for someone in last place.” Her lips parted slightly. I pulled out a pair of structured, charcoal-gray trousers and a high-collared tunic made of heavy, durable fabric—plain, neat, and modest. No embellishments. No attempt to impress. No attempt to belong. It was functional. It was sharp. It looked more like a uniform for a soldier than a garment for a girl waiting to be chosen.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 30th, 1992, 9:51 AM - Monday He then stored the mokeskin pouch in an inside pocket of his robes. Erik then did the same with the cup and the locket, storing them inside his mokeskin pouch and putting it inside an internal pocket inside his blazer. "So, Mr. Croaker, what do you want to do about the disembodied soul of Tom Riddle?"

The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.