28. Skirt
Remus Lupin/Harry Potter
Harry found it while cleaning out the house to prepare for his move. It was in Ginny's old closet, back from when they still lived together. There it lay, unassuming. If one could call sleek leather unassuming. He held up the small stretch of leather in front of him and wondered when and where Ginny had purchased it.
I don't remember Ginny ever wearing anything this sexy, Harry thought. He held the leather to his hips and raised an eyebrow. Harry cast a glance to the door, then back to the leather fabric.
Harry shimmied out of his trousers and sild the skirt up his legs and set it snugly around his waist, where it was just long enough to touch just above mid-thigh. He turned to admire his arse in the mirror, and whistled. His reflection winked and Harry grinned widely.
"You sly dog," Said Harry's reflection, winking, and Harry blushed and spun to view himself from a different angle.
He looked good, he thought. Better than Ginny looked in many of her evening dresses she wore for ministry events.
He saw Remus staring at him mildly in the mirror and Harry squeaked, turning sharply and covering his front.
"R-Remus!" Harry squeaked, and Remus leaned on the doorframe with his brows raised and his arms crossed. "Uh, what are you doing here?"
"Helping you pack," Remus said, licking his lips as his eyes roved over Harry's form. He advanced upon Harry, who tried to press closer to the glass.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh, Remus, I- this room is-" He stuttered, and Remus, all feral and eyes glowing amber, trailed kisses along Harry's neck.
"We're not done," He growled, and the door slammed shut with a burst of magic and tore the leather skirt from Harry's hips.
They didn't finish packing for a couple more hours.
