I Don\'t Mind (continued)

OK - these are the last three chapters of a fic I\'ve neglected for ages - some reviewers were a touch miffed by the rather negative way chapter four finished, and rightly - the following should sort it all out - even if the ensuing twist is a touch on the bizarre side. the first half is
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http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=8785
if you can\'t find it. I wish I could remember my password.

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\"You…\", Harry spluttered, beyond fury.
\"Of course\", Myrtle giggled balefully, \"I was jealous at first. I died a virgin, you know, Cursed for ever never to f-feel the t-t-touch of a b-boy. And If I was alive, I wouldn\'t mind you touching me Harry.\"
\"So you told Cho…?\"
\"Th-there\'s no need to sh-shout, Harry\", said Myrtle, on the verge of tears herself for a moment, before composing herself and sneering malevolently, \"I wouldn\'t have thought you\'d mind, you love that funny blonde girl don\'t you?\"
\"I.. DO.. NOT.. LOVE…\", Harry bellowed.
\"Oh yes you do Harry, I\'m dead but I\'m not blind, I mean, I like watching people\'s bits best when they\'re doing it - but I saw your face when you came in her - just like Olive Hornby used to look at her boyfriend before I told him about her rash… oooh she was cross Harry, but she deserved it.\"
\"Yeah, you ma hab habit of ruining people\'s lives don\'t you?\", Harry growled.
\"Oh no, I did you a favour! Now you can tell her how you feel without worrying about that other girl, can\'t you?\"
\"you just don\'t get it do you?\", harry demanded, shaking his head, \"you\'re too bloody dead.\"
Myrtle wailed at him dramatically, and dived between his legs into the toilet bowl, splashing water up the back of his robes and gurgling tearfully in the cistern.
\"You horrid boy Harry\", she sobbed beneath him, \"lashing out at pdeaddead myrtle who only had your best interests in mind.\"
Her bespectacled head reappeared between his legs and she gazed mournfully up at him.
\"OK, I\'m sorry\", he mumbled.
\"that\'s alright.\" Shmpermpered, \"Oh its such a tragedy, we\'d have been a great couple.\"
\'yeah, if you weren\'t thirty years older than me and transparent…\', thought harry, but didn\'t say it.
There was a wooshing sound and myrtle re-emerged from the toilet. She had shed her spectral robes and hovered naked before him, one hand playfully caressing her erect nipples with see-through fingers. Harry groaned.
\"I could have given you such pleasure…\" she smiled, opening her pale legs so that he could see the ghostly memory of her pussy, \"you could have killed that monster before it killed me, I\'d have given you such a reward.\"
Myrtle drifted forward until she was straddling him, trying to press her insubstantial crotch against the front of his robe.
\"don\'t, Myrtle.\" He whispered, but with lttle conviction. Things were so strange lately, he felt like he had no control over anything. Certainly, he had no control over his penis which, despite the rather blatant wierdness of the situation, was swelling in his pants. Myrtle was quick to notice.
\"you see Harry\", she sighed, \"I\'m still beautiful, even like this. Won\'t you show it to me? Just once? I\'m so alone.\"
Wearily, all resistance drummed out of him by the horrors of the day, Harry reached down and pulled out his erection. Myrtle beamed, a tear in her eye, and moved herself onto him, her pubis drifting through his prick until he could see it beneath her spectral pubic hair, stood to attention inside her ghostly vagina.
\"I can almost feel you, Harry\", she told him, bringing her hand down to touch herself, vigorously rubbing at her half-visible cunt. Harry copied her, slipping his hand around his enveloped cock and masturbating himself in time with her movements. The ghost seemed to be cumming already, moaning loudly as ectoplasm gushed over her fingers, dripping onto him and vanishing when it touched. In some barely defined way, Harry responded, and soon he too was shooting, watching the arc of his sperm as it flew up into Myrtle\'s transparent belly and splashed against the door of the cubicle. He drifted out of himself as he shuddered with it, and when his vision returned, he saw that Myrtle\'s clothes had re-appeared and that she was drifting away from him again.
\"You\'re thinking about her, aren\'t you Harry? I don\'t mind.\"
Harry stared at her. Already their strange sex seemed a long time ago.
\"yes. I am.\"
\"I told you you loved her.\", said the ghost with a distant, resigned sadness that reminded Harry how long she\'d been haunting the castle, \"you should tell her.\"
Harry tucked his cock back inside his robes.
\"yes, I should\", he said.