Harry Potter Trousers Novels & Stories

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

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!”

"Yes. Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?" The dwarf looked at him with a jaded expression and sighed loudly, "Men, I swear!" Then she quickly walked over to Harry's bag and unceremoniously opened it. "I can't believe it! This is a godforsaken French village in a godforsaken town, not a putain de fucking medieval city with candlelight!" She shouted victoriously and pulled a long-sleeved black shirt from the bag. Harry let out a disapproving grunt as he realized what she had chosen for him to wear.

He needed this. Harry decided to watch "Forrest Gump" on a cable channel. Tracy said that she liked it too. The sexy, curvy, blonde took her shoes off and curled her legs up on the couch and waited for Harry to join her. He had stepped into his bedroom to change clothes. He came out with a short cotton robe that came up to his mid-thighs and a T-shirt. The large, bulbous knob of his penis was exposed below the robe's hem. As he walked out of his room, Tracy noticed it dangling and bumping against his thigh. Her crotch began getting wet and she averted her eyes. "It must be difficult to have a penis that large. It's like a handicap of sorts!" She thought.

"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.

It's on a Saturday morning, Harry had gone to the gym for his weekend exercise with Martin's his friend. They always do this whenever they are together. Harry wears a short and free fitted T-shirt , With his musculine muscles all visible. One could tell he is athletic. He has his black durag on his head and his black and white coloured , canvas, Martins on the hand ,is on his joggers , he isn't as masculine as Harry is ,but has a nice figure,with his enticing dimples.

Well only seven ish hours until I find out what the hell happened last night * * * * * * * * * * * Now some may say I’ve made no effort, but knowing my friends, they will rock up in the same attire. What are friends for after all? Wearing my new Harry Potter pyjamas, with the quote exceptionally ordinary from Luna Lovegood, I tie my hair up into a messy bun.

She pointed a finger towards the dress. "No." I shook my head. "Then just take a glance over it before you speak." I took the dress in my hand and facepalmed. 'Not For Return' was written in block letters along with the price tag. "So, what are you going to do? We can't waste these dresses, it's worth the cost." I suggested. Harry seemed to think a bit and came towards me. He took both hands and raised them in the mid-air. "Why don't you keep this? It will fit you." His eyes shone with victory where I looked at him in disbelief.

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."

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?"