Harry Potter Trousers Novels & Stories

I choose one of my turtle neck sleeveless vests and my combat trousers, lace up my boots and head out. Harry “You wanted to see me sir, nice braids” “Yes Harry I did and thanks” The King slides a pouch over to me “take it” I walk over to the table and pick the pouch up and open it, it’s some gold coins “sir, I don’t understand” “You’re aware of what happened with our two trainees correct?” “Yes my King, I will apologize to them when they come in”

What will you feel? Alexander looked intently at Harry, who was dressed in a nightgown, the coat he had taken off but the shirt inside his pants, the shirt half buttoned open. He was leaning against the sofa with his eyes shaved and a half-lit cigarette in his fingers. I was there, and he was burning his fingertips. Didn't he know or was he numb? He was busy cooling down some other burning inside himself while bearing the burning cigarette burning on his fingertips. .

First warning - Long chapter. Second warning - Contains violence Last warning - Mature Content Ahead Now read it at your own risk. Author Pov Her chest heaved up and down rapidly in fear and anxiety. Her hands were trembling furiously making her clench them as well. The dress was given by Harry. It was a black knee sized dress which he effortlessly ripped open. “We are not a couple princess. Just remember. Your my slave and I am your owner and you accept it willingly.” He whispered keeping his head in her neck.

LOL, he can't remember his name. He has chubby cheeks with a red shade. Austin looks damn cute. "Okay, okay!" Harry chuckled, not wanting Austin to reply, and forced him to remember his name. The rest of the day passed into thin air. Harry brought the new clothes to Austin. Now, Austin is taking a bath, and Harry is checking Austin's clothes with the hope of finding something. Harry finds a mysterious handkerchief in Austin's pocket. "AUSTIN!" The name was designed in the handkerchief.

she teased, coming up the staircase gradually as I nodded with a smile. “Someone needs helping hands,” I teased. “Go, joor,” she remarked with a smile as we walked into the room. “Babe, don’t tell me you aren’t dressed yet?” Harry’s voice boomed from behind. I turned towards him; he was already dressed in a black suit with a touch of white and a red brooch, highlighting his handsomeness. “I’ll be ready before you know it,” I replied but paused when I noticed the bag he was holding. “What’s in the bag?”

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

Again, emotions were shitty and life is just a torturous abyss. A few minutes passed and Harry came back with a white t-shirt and black sweatpants to offer. They were bigger but manageable, the sweatpants also have strings with which they could be adjusted. She took a quick, mindless bath and retired downstairs. She knew he was curious about what happened, and he had every right to know, especially now that she was potentially being an inconvenience.

I immediately shrug him off. “Oh, sorry. I’m probably all sweaty and gross. My bad.” He apologises but he doesn’t actually sound remotely sorry. In fact he’s super cheerful. “You’re fine. Just keep your hands to yourself. It’s weird seeing you in casual clothes.” I observe. Harry grins at me. “Back atcha. You look so adorable in your giant t-shirt. It’s almost like a dress on you. I can imagine you curled up on your couch watching a movie like that. Or curled up on my lap preferably.” He winks at me and I roll my eyes.

It was probably around the same time he adopted the hobby of killing people for next to no reason. I slide down the zip to reveal the dress. It's a modern gown with shimmering glitter peppering it. It comes with long sleeves, thankfully, but the length makes up for the lack of upper reveal. Holding the gown, I can tell that it would stop mid-thigh on me. It has a rectangular top cut, and I can just see how much of my cleavage is going to be revealed. Nice one, Harry. He thought of everything. I let go of the dress and folded my legs together. I look at Sandra, and I see a small, sly smile playing on her lips as she watches me.

I'd changed into my favorite Harry Potter t-shirt and a pair of frayed shorts - my pajamas, and threw my hair into a messy bun. The floor was cool against my bare feet, so I tip-toed over to the corner of the bathroom and grabbed my favorite pair of fuzzy socks. When I was fully dressed, I involuntarily smiled, glad I was finally comfortable.